Harry was eating breakfast in his room when Hermione entered with a concerned expression. She sat in one of the empty seats and sighed.
"I was right," Hermione said unhappily. "Voldemort made Horcruxes."
It had been three days since the diary entered their position with the help of Professor Sinistra (and Rosmerta to a lesser extent). Harry hadn't seen Hermione since he delivered the diary to her. She had taken it somewhere, possibly to the Unspeakables, and run all the necessary tests. Now, they had their verdict.
One part stuck out to Harry.
"Horcruxes?" Harry said. "You think that he has multiple."
"He has to," Hermione said. "Basilisk venom is one of the only substances potent enough to destroy a Horcrux. The diary was destroyed before Voldemort was resurrected, but he didn't die. So he must have at least one more. I expect there are more than that. Madame Croaker agrees with me. Someone like Voldemort wouldn't flinch from splitting his soul multiple times."
"The question is how many are out there," Harry said.
"We don't know. I can't see any way to find out, either," Hermione said. "Maybe Dumbledore would have some idea. He always did have more information about Voldemort than the ministry. We can't exactly ask, though."
"We could," Harry said. "He'd just give us a nothing answer. What a great inquisitive spirit you possess for your age! However, such information would only be a burden on a pair of young minds. Do not fret, and merely do as I wish."
Harry smirked when he heard Hermione giggle.
"Was that a good impression?" Harry asked.
"Spot on," Hermione said.
She had come a long way from the girl who idolized authority figures as if they were gods. As Dumbledore made more mistakes, Hermione couldn't keep turning a blind eye to them all, eventually shattering her reverence. Harry was proud of her.
Eventually Hermione sighed again.
"This feels like an unsolvable puzzle," Hermione said. "I just can't envision any way for us to find what Voldemort might've turned into a Horcrux, or where he might've decided to keep them after he made them!"
The words she used set off a chain reaction in Harry's head.
"I might be able to envision something," Harry said. "Literally. If I can figure out how to use legilimency—"
Hermione's eyes widened. "But didn't Voldemort block the connection between you two?"
"He did as soon as it wasn't useful to him anymore," Harry said. "But it was only so easy for him to do that because I couldn't use the mind arts. What if I learned how? It might be just what we need to catch him off guard. Even finding about one horcrux would be worth it."
"You would need a good teacher—" Hermione said.
Fleur's head shot up from under the table. "I know just the person!"
Hermione screamed and flinched. She peeked at the french girl from between her fingers.
"Were you under there the entire time!?" Hermione said.
"Oui," Fleur said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "This is my favorite breakfast."
Hermione turned to Harry. "You mean this whole time she has been sucking on your— But you were talking completely normally!"
"It's a new skill of mine," Harry said. He patted Fleur like she was a cat, making Fleur giggle. "Fleur's so eager that I've had to learn to multitask and do other things while she goes at it. We're both happy with the arrangement. Now, Fleur, what were you saying about knowing a teacher?"
"I have the PERFECT person," Fleur said. "I will make a call."
She stood up, showing that she had been naked the entire time as well. While Hermione watched Fleur get dressed and head back to her own room, Harry's best friend shook her head.
"She's insatiable," Hermione said.
"Isn't she just?" Harry said lovingly.
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The next day Fleur took Harry to the atrium to meet the specialist she'd gotten permission to call in. She was so excited that she pulled him by the hand the whole way. Harry was getting more curious by the minute.
"So who is it that's supposed to teach me?" he finally asked.
"The professor of the mind arts from Beauxbatons," Fleur said proudly.
"Huh. We didn't have one of those at Hogwarts," Harry said. "It was considered taboo."
"So all of you just run around with unprotected minds?" Fleur asked. "Hmph. I knew the British were silly. Beauxbatons possesses the best mind arts program anywhere in the world! If dark magic is the specialty of Durmstrang, then legilimency and occlumency are our specialties."
"You must be on good terms with the professor if she came all this way for you," Harry said.
Fleur giggled. "Yes, we are VERY closely acquainted."
The atrium was as busy as ever when they got there. They headed over to the designated international portkey point and waited. It didn't take very long for the visitor to arrive.
As soon as she appeared, Harry understood why Fleur found the idea of her and this professor being close to be funny. The professor standing in front of Harry looked like an older, bustier version of Fleur. Their faces were almost identical except for the age gap.
"Maman!" Fleur said.
She ran forward and hugged the woman. Apolline Delacour hugged her daughter back. The poor ministry worker managing this station swallowed and tried to hide his erection. The Delacour women's big breasts pushing against each other was a beautiful sight.
"You must be Harry," Apolline said. "It is good to meet you properly. You saved my youngest in your fourth year and now my eldest talks endlessly of you. It feels as if I know you intimately despite this being our first meeting."
She held her hand out. Harry almost shook it. Before he did, he noticed that Apolline's palm was turned toward the floor, offering her knuckle.
Harry bent down and kissed her hand instead, looking at her face to see if that was the right thing to do. Apolline's smile told him that he'd gotten it correct.
"Let's begin the lessons as soon as possible," Fleur said. "There's really no time to waste."
Her urgency wasn't strange. Now that she had reunited with and welcomed her mother to the country, Fleur wanted to get out of the Atrium. She was never a fan of crowded places. Her allure always drew extra attention to her and anyone she was with.
It was happening right now. Curiously, however, it wasn't any worse than usual despite Apolline—who had twice as much veela blood as her daughter—standing right there.
Apolline also understood why her daughter wanted to leave. Apolline frowned and crossed her arms. "You have not been practicing!"
"I have maman!" Fleur said. "It is just not as easy as you make it look!"
Apolline noticed that Harry looked confused.
"This seems like a perfect time for your first lesson about occlumency!" Apolline said. "It is more than the art of keeping other people out of your head. It can also keep things inside of your head that would be problematic to have leak out. Things such as the allure that veela and their descendants give off."
"You can remove that?" Harry said.
"It is not so easy as she makes it sound," Fleur grumbled.
"But it is completely possible," Apolline said. "If it were not for occlumency, this is the way that I would have to live my life."
She let go of the shields she usually had raised. Instantly, allure far more powerful than Fleur's affected the surrounding area. The strength was more than doubled compared to what Fleur gave off, far closer to the feeling that true veela instilled.
Everyone in the vicinity immediately looked at Apolline. Some of them started shouting things such as professing their love. A couple of men actually lost their footing and fell to the floor, they got so excited.
Harry was standing the closest. Every fiber of his being was urged to lust after and devote himself to the gorgeous woman that was standing in front of him. But… No. That was demeaning. He wouldn't do it.
Harry put his nails into his palms and bit the inside of his mouth, using the pain to distract him from what he was feeling. Apolline's eyes widened. She canceled her allure and picked up the suitcase she had brought with her.
"As you can see, my allure is very troublesome without occlumency," Apolline said. She walked in front of Harry in a way that he couldn't see her face, almost like she was hiding her expression. "That is not a problem you would need help with, but I'm sure you will find ways to make use of the mind arts."
"Right!" Harry said, having to remind himself to unclench his teeth now that there was nothing he had to resist. Fleur looked proudly at him, excited that her man had performed so well.
"I feel like I should warn you," Harry said. "I had some lessons with a professor at my school last year. He said I was the least talented student he had ever seen."
"I find that hard to believe," Apolline said. "Occlumency and willpower are known to go hand in hand." She finally looked back at Harry, giving him a smile. "Considering the display of willpower you have just put on, I cannot imagine you to be so untalented. I will just have to see for myself."
At the very least, Harry couldn't imagine a bigger upgrade from having to look looking at Snape during lessons to looking at Apolline.
Harry had thought he would hate occlumency for the rest of his life, but right now he was actually looking forward to this!
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"The key to Occlumency is staying true to yourself!" Apolline said.
Their first lesson was underway on the couch in Harry's room. Right away she had taken a different approach from the one that Snape used.
"I was told it was about keeping your mind blank," Harry said. "My last teacher taught that it was about hiding your emotions."
"Perhaps it could be, if you were content with living as an awful man," Apolline said. "Certainly, hiding any emotion you feel would prevent your mind from being read. That is not, however, the only approach. Or indeed the best one! Non, you should be using your sense of self as a shield."
"A shield?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Apolline said. "The most fearsome mind masters understand themselves. They are intimately familiar with their own desires, emotions, and characters. It is easy to notice a legilimency probe when you are so familiar with yourself that any outside force stands out."
"Then what about when I'm performing legilimency?" Harry asked.
"That is about using your sense of identity as a sword," Apolline explained. "You pierce their defenses with willpower, overpowering their own will to hold onto their secrets. It is all quite confusing, but I promise that a bit of practice will help it make sense."
Harry nodded. He looked into Apolline's eyes. It felt strangely intimate doing that alone on a couch… but not enough to bother him. Harry wondered if a little bit of her allure was leaking out.
Apolline smiled. It seemed like nothing was happening… Until Harry's head tingled.
He had been doing his best to "reaffirm his sense of self" even if he wasn't totally sure what that meant. It took over a minute but he eventually noticed something inside of his mind. It was brushing over his memories, viewing them one at a time. Harry wasn't sure how much it had already gotten to but he threw it out with all his might.
"Extremely well done for your first time," Apolline said, but she was giving him a slightly funny look. "Now, I am going to attempt to plant false memories. Do your best to recognize and reject them."
Harry nodded. He prepped himself, eager not to disappoint the pretty teacher that was actually taking this seriously instead of using it as a chance to degrade him.
Harry reminded himself of things that had happened across the last day and year. He remembered what he had for breakfast, the errands and training exercises he'd done the day before, and he remembered last week when Apolline rode him until he came inside of her— Wait!
Harry identified the fake memory, but he failed to reject it. It felt like a real memory with sensations and everything. He could almost FEEL Apolline's slim-thick body on top of his and his dick buried in her cunt.
"What's wrong?" Apolline whispered next to his ear.
While Harry was lost in the memories that he was going through, Apolline touched his crotch. She had gotten closer to him, scooching in while maintaining eye contact for her technique. She giggled and grabbed the button of Harry's pants. She opened his pants and took out his dick. It was hard, blood flowing down because of what Harry was currently seeing.
"I saw how you resisted my allure earlier," Apolline said. "It is no wonder my daughter likes you. I've never seen a man disregard me like that, especially one who's so young."
Her words reminded Harry of his willpower. It had always been his greatest strength. He could throw off the Imperius! He had so many girls to share his bed, he didn't need to obsess on some fake memory. He nearly forced the false memory out of his head.
At the last second Harry's cock was grabbed and his attention disrupted. He moaned.
"What a cute noise," Apolline said. "But aren't you going got get rid of the memory? Go on, focus."
Her hand bounced on Harry's dick. She had soft fingers and helped him tightly without it being unbearable. It was the best handjob Harry had ever received. Fleur was already incredible in bed, but her mother had decades more experience and twice the veela blood to enhance her skills.
She twisted her wrist very slightly every time she moved it down. Harry moaned just off of the feeling of it. The entire time she was looking right into his eyes, too, to keep up the legilimency assault. Harry had to look at her face (because closing his eyes or looking away wouldn't help him improve) but it only left him more immersed in the fictional memory Apolline was playing inside his head. He could still feel the sensations of her riding him. Apolline's body in the memory was rendered in perfect detail. As an occlumency master, she knew herself perfectly, just the way she told he would have to know himself.
"Tick tock Harry," Apolline said, popping her large lips as she spoke. One of his eyelids fluttered as his crotch began feeling like it was on fire. Apolline's hand was a blur as she stroked him ten times better than Harry's own hand could pleasure himself.
Harry hated the idea of failing this lesson. All his arrival was just a distraction. Trying to remember that, Harry forced himself to fulfill the lesson objective in spite of everything.
He ejected the false memory of sex with Apolline! And at the same time, his dick detonated a white explosion.
It went on his shirt, on his pants, on the couch underneath them, and onto Apolline's robes. Thick wads dripped down onto Apolline's hand. Harry watched her while breathing heavily.
She moved her hand to her lips and licked off the cum that had ended up there. Despite the legilimency probe having already ended, Apolline was still looking into his eyes. The way her tongue moved fueled fantasies inside Harry's head of what it would feel like on his body.
"Ten minutes," Apolline said. "Not a bad time to begin with, but it is far from fast enough."
"How do I get better?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"How else?" Apolline said. "Practice. Every day at this time, I'll expect to see you here."
She stood up, her chest jiggling, and waved goodbye to Harry. Her hips moved side to side as she walked out.
Determination welled up inside of Harry. He'd pass her tests. He'd master the mind arts.
And when he did, he'd turn the tables on Fleur's cougar "maman".
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