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Oedipus Flower
Part Two.

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Notes:

Thanks to Syao, Rain, LT2000, and everyone else who helped. Im still not sure if this will continue further than it
does, but this is the ending I had planned all along so it leaves a road open
if I want to. Enjoy.

Tri-dedication To Silent
(My beta) Raven and LT2000 from darklordpotter(dot)net

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Sometime later in the
week, I head for the Stimpson household. Having dated
her for a period, I know where she lives as well as the address to her private floo within her room. The reason I am going to her home is
quite simple. She is a liability. She knows, even if she doesn't know, what
I've done. I am not willing to risk months of planning because of one high
strung Gryffindor. During Christmas break I slipped a potion to lower James'
inhibitions. I also ensured he would be where I wanted him at the time. Patricia
played her part of the pawn, rather unwillingly. With a handy dandy Imperious curse, she was my servant. I obliviated
her for safety reasons afterwards. No need to get caught simply because she
reacted badly to a curse. Controlling her was simple enough given her low
willpower.

James went to replace
Blakemore's stole broom one evening, and Patricia, haven already left Hogwarts,
was already there. James could never get enough of someone stroking his ego,
and Patricia, under my instructions, did exactly that. An hour later, she was
ridding him in a dirty room at some shabby pub in Knockturn Alley. It was
disturbing to hear as she reported it to me as I asked, in detail. I nearly
slapped the taste out of the nasty little harlot's mouth. After numerous other... accidental ...meetings James had fallen into a
semi-regular sort of relationship with the poor weak minded girl. And now, the
girl had lived out her usefulness.

Green flames erupted from
the fireplace as if from a Dragon's mouth and I stepped from them gracefully.
The room was coloured in a deep red color, maroon I suspect it's called. A four
poster bed similar to Hogwarts own, occupied by a startled Patricia, line one
wall. At its foot lay a black trunk, no doubt the one she had used for her
schooling. Bookshelves and a desk stood against the remaining walls. White
carpet lined the floor. It was a nice room. Pity it would go to waste.

Releasing the subtle magics I held in the girls mind, I greeted her as fear
welled up within her blue orbs, "Hello again, Stimpson."

"Harry," she whispers in
horror. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, Harry! You have to believe me!" She got up
and moved to me, clutching my hand in hers. " I don't
know what came over me. I swear I didn't mean to do it."

I smile kindly down at
her, giving away none of my darker thoughts. "Hush, sweet. I know you didn't.
I'm not angry." She looks surprised momentarily before hugging herself to me.
"In fact, I am quite pleased."

She pulls away from me,
confused blue staring into dark green. "What do you mean?" She asks ever so
slowly.

"You did everything I
wanted you two, of course." I tell her, removing my wand from the black dragon
hide holster it was in. "Amomeri," I whisper,
concentrating on the memory charm I placed on her. I can't help but smile at
the gasp and fear that spreads through her.

"Why..." She begins
stuttering. "Why would you do that? To me... to your parents..."

"Parents?" I ask sarcastically. "My father is
a whore, nothing more. My Mother is better off without him. I was helping her,
saving her."

"That isn't your choice to
make!" she sneers, fear temporarily forgotten.

"But it is, you see. It is
my choice. It directly involves my life, so it has to fit my standards!"

"You arrogant bastard,"
she growls. "You arrogant little bastard. You would ruin
their lives just to make yours perfect."

Rage seeps into my being.
How dare this scarlet woman call me an arrogant bastard! Without thinking, I
pin her to the wall by the throat. "You little slut, you dare chastise me! I
fucking killed the dark lord, Voldemort! I can do whatever the hell I fucking
please! Those pathetic people owe me their lives!"

"Harry," she gasps,
clawing at the hand that restrains her. "Please, you're hurting me."

Sadism manifests it self
into my smile, my eyes looking visibly darker in the dim light of the corner.
"Oh, I intend to do so much more than hurt you." I look down at her body. It is
covered in silk clothing much like I wear to bed as well. She does have such a
nice body, even if she was a lousy lay. My tongue absently drifts across my
lips as I gaze at her. "I intend to humiliate you." A cold smile crosses my
lips. "And don't be afraid to scream, my little pureblood princess. No one will
hear you in this large manor."

"Please don't," She begs,
tears forming.

"Shhh,"
I whisper into her ear, waving my wand. An imperturbable ward swirls into
existence, protecting the room. A second flick and her silk pants tear away
from her. "It will all be over soon. I promise." A third flick removes
troublesome knickers.

"Please no!" Her voice is
desperate as I slip my wand away and reveal myself to her.

"No?" I ask. "I remember a
time when you practically begged for it, dear Patty."

"Gods,
no! Stop! I'll
do anything! Just stop!" She pleads as I turn her to face the wall and pin her
there.

Her pleas are cut off as I
enter her without hesitation. She isn't wet in the slightest form, so it is
painful even to me. I press further into her as I hold her from behind. She
fights to get away, screaming and pushing back, trying vainly to move my stronger
body. Slowly I pull back to the tip and slam myself deeper into her. "Behave
you little bitch, and you'll get away with just a memory charm." I growl at
her. She doesn't calm down and I am no gentler to her as I ravage her body.
Slowly she becomes wetter and clenches tighter around me. It isn't because she
wants it, however, simply because her body is trying to fell the painful
stimulation. It becomes more pleasurable to me as she does, however, so I don't
complain. I don't slow for my climax, shooting it deeply into her battered
body.

"Can you feel it?" I
whisper from behind, still fucking her. "Can you feel my love flowing into your
pathetic little body?" Tears stream down her face freely now as she no longer
fights. Pulling myself from her, I turn her and force her to kneel in front of
my. I stand erect, in all of my glory, before her face. A fist in her hair, I
position her head as I stroke myself before her eyes. My eyes drift close
momentarily as I release for a second time. Her tear stand face being so close
to me is covered. She snaps her eyes closed and twists her head to get away,
but I still make my mark. Roughly, I throw her onto the ground by her hair.

Watching her sob on the
ground, I still wish her to suffer. Kneeling I force her onto her stomach as I
take position behind her. She tries to crawl away, but resting a single hand on
her back with all of my weight stops her. The second hand directs myself to her ass. Again, ruthlessly I enter her. I reveal
in her cries as I furiously pound her flesh. I release into her again before
pulling her to her knees again. I glare down at her as I readjust my trousers.
My wand is once more in my soon as finish.

"Anything
to say?" I
question quietly.

"Rot in hell you bastard."
She sobs.

"Hmm," I hum. "Not in my
plans for the near or distant future I am afraid. You on the
other hand? Avada Kedavra."
She slumps to the floor soundlessly. "You will be very soon."

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The green flames of the floo roar to life around me in their dragon like way. It
has been two days since Stimpson was found dead in
her room. Like my trip to Patricia's house, I am arriving via public access floo. It is traceable yet untraceable all at once. James is
at one of the homes Sirius inherited from his family. The Black scion might
have hated his family, but he certainly had no qualms about using their things
for purposes they would have loathed. I think his only regret is that none of
them aside from Malfoy's wife are alive to see it
used to aide a blood traitor.

"Hello?" I call. "Anyone home?"

"Harry?" A quiet voice
calls from down the hall. Its James' voice. Following
it, I find him in a sitting room. My face scrunches in disgust upon seeing him.
Smell, I should say.

"Nyx
Below," I curse. "You fucking reek. When the hell did you shower last? 1980?"

"I spent the week cleaning
this dingy old home." He tells me. I couldn't care less, I think as I bring the
sleeve of my robe to cover my nose. "Found a few awful smelling potions that
spilled on me while I was doing it."

"So you decide to wallow
in your filth?" I sneer at him. "How can you live like that?"

His eyes turn towards me,
a cold look in them. "I spend all day cleaning and you greet me like this? Pah! I think I like the silence better."

"Boo fucking hoo." I drawl. "I feel heart wrenching sorrow and pity for
you, adulterer."

He glares at me. "I didn't
want to cheat on her, Harry. Someone..." He trails off. "Someone did something to
me! I swear! I love your mother, Harry." A dead look takes to his eyes. "I love
all of you; Calla, Lily, you, and...." Blakemore's name dies on his lips. I fight
the smirk that threatens to tear open my face.

"What?" I question in
concern. "Did something happen to Blakemore?"

"Blakemore is... is...."

"IS?" I ask impatiently.

"...Dead." He sobs.

"Dead?" my voice is quiet
as I repeat this. He nods. "How?" he hands me the note I wrote in response.
"M?"

"Malfoy,
I think." He answers dully. "Though we have no evidence."

"Maybe its Mordred," I tell him offhandedly. I have no desire to play
the caring son any longer. I simply wish my fun to come and leave quickly.

"Who?"

"You know, Mordred. He was King Arthur's son or some such nonsense."
Ideally I slid my wand from my sleeve. "Also happens to be a nickname of mine.
Only my closest friends know it. Patricia knew it, though she wasn't meant to."

Fear, suspicion and as
well as an array of dark emotions flick through the hazel gaze directed at me. "Mordred?" He repeats. "Why Mordred?"

"At the time I simply
wanted a more interesting name. There was no reason behind it, aside from the
fact that Harry was so... dull. Not at all fitting for someone
like me." I pause thoughtfully. "But now I see it has an ironic twist to
it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Morded
is most well known for killing his father and marrying his wife. Granted I
can't marry her, but you see where I'm going."

The color is gone from his
face. "Blakemore..."

"It was the axe hanging
outside the library, if you must know. Took five minutes for
him to die. Lack of blood or oxygen, I suspect."
My voice is casual as I inspect my wand's tip, as if I were talking about the
weather. "Legilimens!" I look into his eyes as I
whisper the incantation.

Half a foot from him I
look directly into his hazel eyes. "I'm completely serious." I swing the large
axe like a cricket bat directly at his chest. Its light weight lets me put more
force behind it, traveling faster than I could normally swing it. Before he has
a chance to move, the axe lodged itself deeply into his chest. Blood sprayed forth, coving the floor, table, and books.
Even I was not free of the shower. His body sunk to the floor as he strained to
breathe, his lungs and heart severed by the metal within him. It took five
minutes for him to succumb to death, his eyes wide and full of fear.

James shakes his head as I
withdraw from his mind. "What the hell?" He blinks. "Why?"

"He was too much like you.
You are just wasted air as it is. No reason to keep either of you fools alive."

"But he was your Brother!"

"Pity I must claim him as
such as well." I drawl, my displeasure not hidden. "I suppose you wont like
this either. Legilimens."

Lily stood on her knees
before me, her mouth working furiously at my erection. My head lulled back as
waves of pleasure crashed over me. A hand reached under, cupping me, the other
stroking me as I left her velvet mouth. A tongue danced along my head, expertly
flicking in just the way I liked it. The hand cupping me left suddenly, a
tongue replacing it. It licked along my shaft where a hand once stroked.
Looking down I saw twin read heads attending me. Two tongues mingled together,
tasting one another while serving my. The sight drove me to my point, my seed
begging to escape. It coated both tongues, which lapped at it greedily.

James shook his head
again, forcing me out of his mind. It was annoying that someone like him could
push me out, even if I was a beginner. "We aren't done just yet. Legilimens!" I growled angrily.

I watched as tongue met
fiery red bush. The young, inexperienced tongue experimented, licking here,
flicking there. She stood on her knees, face buried between two legs. I gently
stroked in and out of her. Orgasmic screams praised her inexperience. Clenching
muscles drove me to release, my seed covering her bare cheeks.

"Legilimens!"

Deeper and deeper I
drove into her, her older slit gripping and releasing at just the right times.
My name passed her lips in a blissful moan. Her hand reached down, stroking me
as I shoved myself into her relentlessly. Her nails digging into me ever so
slightly brought so much more pleasure. My release came too soon, she held me
in as I released, urging me beyond my point. Begging me to
give her release as well. I complied. Again I released all too soon,
covering her chest. Sweaty and sticky, she panted, stroking me softly, to give
pleasure rather than release.

"LEGILIMENS!" I scream at him, all of my might
forced behind it.

Her begging and
pleading filled my ears. Hard, Harry, she called. Faster, Harry, she demanded.
My hips collided with her cheeks as I penetrated her anus. Mother's encouraging
voice drove me deeper into sweet little Calla. Her hand danced expertly in her
fire, giving her just the right stimulation. She knelt over sweet little
sister, who lay on her back, massaging herself. Her orgasm dripped from her, staining
her junior's face. The Younger tongue leapt forward, eager for a taste, but
received none as I held her in place, violating her hole.

"Stop!" James screamed, falling to his
knees, blood dripping from his nose.

"Don't you want to watch
more?" I ask, twirling my wand. Rage permeates my voice. "I know you enjoyed
it. /I /enjoyed it. The beauty of Legilimency is it doesn't just transfer
memories, but /feelings /as well. Did you cream yourself from all those
orgasmic waves?" I notice the blood running finally. "Ah, it seems I've over
done it. If too many attacks come too quickly, it has the downside of crushing
the mind. You seem to be bleeding."

Standing shakily, he wipes
his nose, looking at it. His hand flies forward, and only now do I notice the
wand in it, "Stupefy!"

A gold shield shimmers as
the red spell slams harmlessly into it. "You want to duel me?" I ask
incredulously. "Weak as you are from my attacks on your mind? PAH! Pitiful!
AVADA KEDAVRA!" The sickly green light passes over him as he rolls, throwing
his had forward.

"NAI DREXEIL!" A purple
spell tears through my red shield. My off arm, the left, is hit. I gasp in
unexpected pain and then nothingness. I've lost feeling and control of my left
arm. Shit.

"Mortifics." I growl in frustration. The black, cruel feeling spell
slams into a white shield, tearing through it easily. His left hand is caught
as well. I grin in sadistic pleasure while he screams as the flesh is torn from
the hand. "An eye for an eye, father. Or rather, hand
for a hand. Tistops." A grey flash and bang leaves my wand, a beam of magic
tearing the air towards my father. He dives behind a couch, obviously
recognizing the curse. The couch erupts into grey flames, devouring the piece
in an instant.

"A bit young to be playing
with such advanced dark magic, aren't you?" James asks, standing. "Ekans!" The spell hits and I am
suddenly vomiting uncontrollably. I fight to control it as my father walks
closer to me. "You are a bit too young and inexperienced to beat me yet, boy."

"Bastard," I gasp, spittle
dripping onto his foot. "I'm going to fucking kill you." My wand is inches from
his stomach. "Crucio!" The
spell misses. As I brought my wand up, he had already begun to move. Fuck.
Failed he might have, he was still in the auror's
academy.

"Stupefy!"

I bat the red spell down
and glare hatefully at him. "Damn it, stop playing with me!"

"You wouldn't last a
minute against me if I did, boy!"

"STOP CALLING ME BOY!" I
roar. "AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The three spells pass
harmlessly by him as my rage affects my aim. "You won't hit anything with that
pathetic aim, Harry." His wand moves in a complicated pattern as he whispers an
incantation. ERNAV!"

I suddenly can't move. He
moves toward me as I struggle against this strange spell. "Let me go, damn you!
You cant fucking do this to me!"

"Can't I? He asks angrily.
"You've bloody well tried to kill me and you tell me I can't?"

I glare at him. "Just like
a Gryffindor," I sneer. "Always taking the coward's way out! YOU'RE JUST LIKE
THE TRAITORUS COWARD, PETTIGREW!" I roar, before suddenly falling to the floor.

"You have no idea what
your talking about, Harry!" He screams. Loathed as I am to admit it, he is very
intimidating. "You don't want to play? Fine, lets not! CRUCIO!"

I barely roll away from
the curse, flinging one of my own. "The Mighty Gryffindor
poster boy James Potter using unforgivables?
How the mighty have fallen."

"Shut up, you little
bastard. Serapheth!" A dark blue spell crashes before me, sending splintering
wood into the air.

"Pathetic! Golonbs!"
A wave of energy distorts the air as it flies at him. "Cant even cast a spell
properly," I continue to stoke the fire of his rage. "I'll bet you've never
even been able to please your wife the way I have. Tolleris!" The spell flies
much quicker than the wave of energy. The energy serves its purpose of
collapsing the shield while the second spell shatters both his wrists."

"FUCK!" James screams.

"Klans!" His knees shatter as well. He is soon lying on the
ground, unable to move. I pant as I stand over him. "You're a hell of a lot
better than I expected a pompous ass like you to be." I support my weight on
the shelf behind me. "Pity you weren't a better person or I might regret
killing you."

Its quite surprising to see his leg
flung at me, trying to knock me off balance. Due to the weakened knee, it
wouldn't do much however. "Sectumsempra."
The leg is severed at the knee. "I've wasted enough time on you, bastard. Avada Kedavra!" Being right above
him, and he so severely injured, he can't escape this time. His angry hazel
eyes stare at me, accusing me of the ultimate betrayal. I sneer, kicking him
once, before leaving, flooing somewhere public.

I take my time returning
to my home. Having accomplished my goal, I am quite pleased. The injuries I
sported from the event were most irritating. I had to travel to a healer, I
chose one in Knockturn alley for their secrecy, to return the feeling to my arm
and stop myself from randomly vomiting. It took four hours even with the
assistance of a trained healer. I was most displeased and eager to return home
to work away my frustrations. I had weaned mother from the spell slowly, though
it took a bit of coercion to keep her as my pet. She couldn't deny the pleasure
she felt and had already become as deviant as she could, haven been my partner
on many occasions. She had even devoured my sweet little sister before I
completely removed the effects of the spell.

When I arrive, seven men
and Sirius Black stand with my mother and sister. All seven of them are dressed
in auror's robes. When I enter, they immediately
drawl there wands. Even Sirius does. My mother and sister are in tears. What is
going on, I wonder. I voice my question.

"Harry James Potter, you
are under arrest for the murder of your father, James Potter." The lead auror
speaks in a loud and powerful voice.

"What?" I gasp in shock.
"No!" I look at my mother as she walks up to me.

"You
bastard." She
sobs, slapping me in the face hard as she could. I gape at her. Never once in
my life has she even spoken a harsh word to me, and now she has slapped me. I
feel tears sting my eyes.

"Mother, no!" I sob. How
pathetic I have become, though I twist my own heartache to my advantage still.
"I didn't, I swear. Please believe me, I didn't do it!"

She looks conflicted, torn
between her love for me, and punishing me for my crime. "Harry, you were seen!"

"They're lying! I swear!"
I whisper desperately. I grab her hand, gripping it for dear life. "Mother please,
you know me better than this." I fall to my knees, staring up at her, hugging
her around the waist. "Please," the chocked sob echoes in the room. "You have
to believe me!"

"I saw you,
Potter." Sirius growls at me. "Swaying out of the room like you was some sort
of GOD! I may have been too late to save James, but I'll be damned if
you walk free!"

I dry, humourless laugh
escapes my lips. "Why aren't I surprised someone of your intelligence could be
so easily fooled! Haven't you ever studied sixth year potions? Have you
forgotten about Polyjuice potions?"

The lead auror, I
recognize as Dawlish, speaks. "There is one way to
find out. Give us your wand, boy." Without thinking I toss it to him. In
retrospect this was a bad idea. "Prior Incantato."
The ghostly image of my father appeared from the wand.

All emotion drained from
me as I could only think and say one word. "Fuck."

And thus began my life
sentence in Azkaban. But I swear to all the powers above and below. I will get
out of here. I will have what is rightfully MINE! And I will have my
revenge on Black. My world would have been perfect if not for him. He will
suffer a thousand hells for this. I will rape and murder whatever family he has
when I am free. He will watch and beg for the mercy of death. I swear this on
my blood, on my magic, and on my life! Fear me, Sirius Black, for Mordred will have your blood!












Oedipus Flower Oedipus Flower
Part Two.
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Notes:
Thanks to Syao, Rain, LT2000, and everyone else who helped. Im still not sure if this will continue further than it does, but this is the ending I had planned all along so it leaves a road open if I want to. Enjoy.
Tri-dedication To Silent (My beta) Raven and LT2000 from darklordpotter(dot)net
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Sometime later in the week, I head for the Stimpson household. Having dated her for a period, I know where she lives as well as the address to her private floo within her room. The reason I am going to her home is quite simple. She is a liability. She knows, even if she doesn't know, what I've done. I am not willing to risk months of planning because of one high strung Gryffindor. During Christmas break I slipped a potion to lower James' inhibitions. I also ensured he would be where I wanted him at the time. Patricia played her part of the pawn, rather unwillingly. With a handy dandy Imperious curse, she was my servant. I obliviated her for safety reasons afterwards. No need to get caught simply because she reacted badly to a curse. Controlling her was simple enough given her low willpower.
James went to replace Blakemore's stole broom one evening, and Patricia, haven already left Hogwarts, was already there. James could never get enough of someone stroking his ego, and Patricia, under my instructions, did exactly that. An hour later, she was ridding him in a dirty room at some shabby pub in Knockturn Alley. It was disturbing to hear as she reported it to me as I asked, in detail. I nearly slapped the taste out of the nasty little harlot's mouth. After numerous other... accidental ...meetings James had fallen into a semi-regular sort of relationship with the poor weak minded girl. And now, the girl had lived out her usefulness.
Green flames erupted from the fireplace as if from a Dragon's mouth and I stepped from them gracefully. The room was coloured in a deep red color, maroon I suspect it's called. A four poster bed similar to Hogwarts own, occupied by a startled Patricia, line one wall. At its foot lay a black trunk, no doubt the one she had used for her schooling. Bookshelves and a desk stood against the remaining walls. White carpet lined the floor. It was a nice room. Pity it would go to waste.
Releasing the subtle magics I held in the girls mind, I greeted her as fear welled up within her blue orbs, "Hello again, Stimpson."
"Harry," she whispers in horror. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, Harry! You have to believe me!" She got up and moved to me, clutching my hand in hers. " I don't know what came over me. I swear I didn't mean to do it."
I smile kindly down at her, giving away none of my darker thoughts. "Hush, sweet. I know you didn't. I'm not angry." She looks surprised momentarily before hugging herself to me. "In fact, I am quite pleased."
She pulls away from me, confused blue staring into dark green. "What do you mean?" She asks ever so slowly.
"You did everything I wanted you two, of course." I tell her, removing my wand from the black dragon hide holster it was in. "Amomeri," I whisper, concentrating on the memory charm I placed on her. I can't help but smile at the gasp and fear that spreads through her.
"Why..." She begins stuttering. "Why would you do that? To me... to your parents..."
"Parents?" I ask sarcastically. "My father is a whore, nothing more. My Mother is better off without him. I was helping her, saving her."
"That isn't your choice to make!" she sneers, fear temporarily forgotten.
"But it is, you see. It is my choice. It directly involves my life, so it has to fit my standards!"
"You arrogant bastard," she growls. "You arrogant little bastard. You would ruin their lives just to make yours perfect."
Rage seeps into my being. How dare this scarlet woman call me an arrogant bastard! Without thinking, I pin her to the wall by the throat. "You little slut, you dare chastise me! I fucking killed the dark lord, Voldemort! I can do whatever the hell I fucking please! Those pathetic people owe me their lives!"
"Harry," she gasps, clawing at the hand that restrains her. "Please, you're hurting me."
Sadism manifests it self into my smile, my eyes looking visibly darker in the dim light of the corner. "Oh, I intend to do so much more than hurt you." I look down at her body. It is covered in silk clothing much like I wear to bed as well. She does have such a nice body, even if she was a lousy lay. My tongue absently drifts across my lips as I gaze at her. "I intend to humiliate you." A cold smile crosses my lips. "And don't be afraid to scream, my little pureblood princess. No one will hear you in this large manor."
"Please don't," She begs, tears forming.
"Shhh," I whisper into her ear, waving my wand. An imperturbable ward swirls into existence, protecting the room. A second flick and her silk pants tear away from her. "It will all be over soon. I promise." A third flick removes troublesome knickers.
"Please no!" Her voice is desperate as I slip my wand away and reveal myself to her.
"No?" I ask. "I remember a time when you practically begged for it, dear Patty."
"Gods, no! Stop! I'll do anything! Just stop!" She pleads as I turn her to face the wall and pin her there.
Her pleas are cut off as I enter her without hesitation. She isn't wet in the slightest form, so it is painful even to me. I press further into her as I hold her from behind. She fights to get away, screaming and pushing back, trying vainly to move my stronger body. Slowly I pull back to the tip and slam myself deeper into her. "Behave you little bitch, and you'll get away with just a memory charm." I growl at her. She doesn't calm down and I am no gentler to her as I ravage her body. Slowly she becomes wetter and clenches tighter around me. It isn't because she wants it, however, simply because her body is trying to fell the painful stimulation. It becomes more pleasurable to me as she does, however, so I don't complain. I don't slow for my climax, shooting it deeply into her battered body.
"Can you feel it?" I whisper from behind, still fucking her. "Can you feel my love flowing into your pathetic little body?" Tears stream down her face freely now as she no longer fights. Pulling myself from her, I turn her and force her to kneel in front of my. I stand erect, in all of my glory, before her face. A fist in her hair, I position her head as I stroke myself before her eyes. My eyes drift close momentarily as I release for a second time. Her tear stand face being so close to me is covered. She snaps her eyes closed and twists her head to get away, but I still make my mark. Roughly, I throw her onto the ground by her hair.
Watching her sob on the ground, I still wish her to suffer. Kneeling I force her onto her stomach as I take position behind her. She tries to crawl away, but resting a single hand on her back with all of my weight stops her. The second hand directs myself to her ass. Again, ruthlessly I enter her. I reveal in her cries as I furiously pound her flesh. I release into her again before pulling her to her knees again. I glare down at her as I readjust my trousers. My wand is once more in my soon as finish.
"Anything to say?" I question quietly.
"Rot in hell you bastard." She sobs.
"Hmm," I hum. "Not in my plans for the near or distant future I am afraid. You on the other hand? Avada Kedavra." She slumps to the floor soundlessly. "You will be very soon."
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The green flames of the floo roar to life around me in their dragon like way. It has been two days since Stimpson was found dead in her room. Like my trip to Patricia's house, I am arriving via public access floo. It is traceable yet untraceable all at once. James is at one of the homes Sirius inherited from his family. The Black scion might have hated his family, but he certainly had no qualms about using their things for purposes they would have loathed. I think his only regret is that none of them aside from Malfoy's wife are alive to see it used to aide a blood traitor.
"Hello?" I call. "Anyone home?"
"Harry?" A quiet voice calls from down the hall. Its James' voice. Following it, I find him in a sitting room. My face scrunches in disgust upon seeing him. Smell, I should say.
"Nyx Below," I curse. "You fucking reek. When the hell did you shower last? 1980?"
"I spent the week cleaning this dingy old home." He tells me. I couldn't care less, I think as I bring the sleeve of my robe to cover my nose. "Found a few awful smelling potions that spilled on me while I was doing it."
"So you decide to wallow in your filth?" I sneer at him. "How can you live like that?"
His eyes turn towards me, a cold look in them. "I spend all day cleaning and you greet me like this? Pah! I think I like the silence better."
"Boo fucking hoo." I drawl. "I feel heart wrenching sorrow and pity for you, adulterer."
He glares at me. "I didn't want to cheat on her, Harry. Someone..." He trails off. "Someone did something to me! I swear! I love your mother, Harry." A dead look takes to his eyes. "I love all of you; Calla, Lily, you, and...." Blakemore's name dies on his lips. I fight the smirk that threatens to tear open my face.
"What?" I question in concern. "Did something happen to Blakemore?"
"Blakemore is... is...."
"IS?" I ask impatiently.
"...Dead." He sobs.
"Dead?" my voice is quiet as I repeat this. He nods. "How?" he hands me the note I wrote in response. "M?"
"Malfoy, I think." He answers dully. "Though we have no evidence."
"Maybe its Mordred," I tell him offhandedly. I have no desire to play the caring son any longer. I simply wish my fun to come and leave quickly.
"Who?"
"You know, Mordred. He was King Arthur's son or some such nonsense." Ideally I slid my wand from my sleeve. "Also happens to be a nickname of mine. Only my closest friends know it. Patricia knew it, though she wasn't meant to."
Fear, suspicion and as well as an array of dark emotions flick through the hazel gaze directed at me. "Mordred?" He repeats. "Why Mordred?"
"At the time I simply wanted a more interesting name. There was no reason behind it, aside from the fact that Harry was so... dull. Not at all fitting for someone like me." I pause thoughtfully. "But now I see it has an ironic twist to it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Morded is most well known for killing his father and marrying his wife. Granted I can't marry her, but you see where I'm going."
The color is gone from his face. "Blakemore..."
"It was the axe hanging outside the library, if you must know. Took five minutes for him to die. Lack of blood or oxygen, I suspect." My voice is casual as I inspect my wand's tip, as if I were talking about the weather. "Legilimens!" I look into his eyes as I whisper the incantation.
Half a foot from him I look directly into his hazel eyes. "I'm completely serious." I swing the large axe like a cricket bat directly at his chest. Its light weight lets me put more force behind it, traveling faster than I could normally swing it. Before he has a chance to move, the axe lodged itself deeply into his chest. Blood sprayed forth, coving the floor, table, and books. Even I was not free of the shower. His body sunk to the floor as he strained to breathe, his lungs and heart severed by the metal within him. It took five minutes for him to succumb to death, his eyes wide and full of fear.
James shakes his head as I withdraw from his mind. "What the hell?" He blinks. "Why?"
"He was too much like you. You are just wasted air as it is. No reason to keep either of you fools alive."
"But he was your Brother!"
"Pity I must claim him as such as well." I drawl, my displeasure not hidden. "I suppose you wont like this either. Legilimens."
Lily stood on her knees before me, her mouth working furiously at my erection. My head lulled back as waves of pleasure crashed over me. A hand reached under, cupping me, the other stroking me as I left her velvet mouth. A tongue danced along my head, expertly flicking in just the way I liked it. The hand cupping me left suddenly, a tongue replacing it. It licked along my shaft where a hand once stroked. Looking down I saw twin read heads attending me. Two tongues mingled together, tasting one another while serving my. The sight drove me to my point, my seed begging to escape. It coated both tongues, which lapped at it greedily.
James shook his head again, forcing me out of his mind. It was annoying that someone like him could push me out, even if I was a beginner. "We aren't done just yet. Legilimens!" I growled angrily.
I watched as tongue met fiery red bush. The young, inexperienced tongue experimented, licking here, flicking there. She stood on her knees, face buried between two legs. I gently stroked in and out of her. Orgasmic screams praised her inexperience. Clenching muscles drove me to release, my seed covering her bare cheeks.
"Legilimens!"
Deeper and deeper I drove into her, her older slit gripping and releasing at just the right times. My name passed her lips in a blissful moan. Her hand reached down, stroking me as I shoved myself into her relentlessly. Her nails digging into me ever so slightly brought so much more pleasure. My release came too soon, she held me in as I released, urging me beyond my point. Begging me to give her release as well. I complied. Again I released all too soon, covering her chest. Sweaty and sticky, she panted, stroking me softly, to give pleasure rather than release.
"LEGILIMENS!" I scream at him, all of my might forced behind it.
Her begging and pleading filled my ears. Hard, Harry, she called. Faster, Harry, she demanded. My hips collided with her cheeks as I penetrated her anus. Mother's encouraging voice drove me deeper into sweet little Calla. Her hand danced expertly in her fire, giving her just the right stimulation. She knelt over sweet little sister, who lay on her back, massaging herself. Her orgasm dripped from her, staining her junior's face. The Younger tongue leapt forward, eager for a taste, but received none as I held her in place, violating her hole.
"Stop!" James screamed, falling to his knees, blood dripping from his nose.
"Don't you want to watch more?" I ask, twirling my wand. Rage permeates my voice. "I know you enjoyed it. /I /enjoyed it. The beauty of Legilimency is it doesn't just transfer memories, but /feelings /as well. Did you cream yourself from all those orgasmic waves?" I notice the blood running finally. "Ah, it seems I've over done it. If too many attacks come too quickly, it has the downside of crushing the mind. You seem to be bleeding."
Standing shakily, he wipes his nose, looking at it. His hand flies forward, and only now do I notice the wand in it, "Stupefy!"
A gold shield shimmers as the red spell slams harmlessly into it. "You want to duel me?" I ask incredulously. "Weak as you are from my attacks on your mind? PAH! Pitiful! AVADA KEDAVRA!" The sickly green light passes over him as he rolls, throwing his had forward.
"NAI DREXEIL!" A purple spell tears through my red shield. My off arm, the left, is hit. I gasp in unexpected pain and then nothingness. I've lost feeling and control of my left arm. Shit.
"Mortifics." I growl in frustration. The black, cruel feeling spell slams into a white shield, tearing through it easily. His left hand is caught as well. I grin in sadistic pleasure while he screams as the flesh is torn from the hand. "An eye for an eye, father. Or rather, hand for a hand. Tistops." A grey flash and bang leaves my wand, a beam of magic tearing the air towards my father. He dives behind a couch, obviously recognizing the curse. The couch erupts into grey flames, devouring the piece in an instant.
"A bit young to be playing with such advanced dark magic, aren't you?" James asks, standing. "Ekans!" The spell hits and I am suddenly vomiting uncontrollably. I fight to control it as my father walks closer to me. "You are a bit too young and inexperienced to beat me yet, boy."
"Bastard," I gasp, spittle dripping onto his foot. "I'm going to fucking kill you." My wand is inches from his stomach. "Crucio!" The spell misses. As I brought my wand up, he had already begun to move. Fuck. Failed he might have, he was still in the auror's academy.
"Stupefy!"
I bat the red spell down and glare hatefully at him. "Damn it, stop playing with me!"
"You wouldn't last a minute against me if I did, boy!"
"STOP CALLING ME BOY!" I roar. "AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The three spells pass harmlessly by him as my rage affects my aim. "You won't hit anything with that pathetic aim, Harry." His wand moves in a complicated pattern as he whispers an incantation. ERNAV!"
I suddenly can't move. He moves toward me as I struggle against this strange spell. "Let me go, damn you! You cant fucking do this to me!"
"Can't I? He asks angrily. "You've bloody well tried to kill me and you tell me I can't?"
I glare at him. "Just like a Gryffindor," I sneer. "Always taking the coward's way out! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE TRAITORUS COWARD, PETTIGREW!" I roar, before suddenly falling to the floor.
"You have no idea what your talking about, Harry!" He screams. Loathed as I am to admit it, he is very intimidating. "You don't want to play? Fine, lets not! CRUCIO!"
I barely roll away from the curse, flinging one of my own. "The Mighty Gryffindor poster boy James Potter using unforgivables? How the mighty have fallen."
"Shut up, you little bastard. Serapheth!" A dark blue spell crashes before me, sending splintering wood into the air.
"Pathetic! Golonbs!" A wave of energy distorts the air as it flies at him. "Cant even cast a spell properly," I continue to stoke the fire of his rage. "I'll bet you've never even been able to please your wife the way I have. Tolleris!" The spell flies much quicker than the wave of energy. The energy serves its purpose of collapsing the shield while the second spell shatters both his wrists."
"FUCK!" James screams.
"Klans!" His knees shatter as well. He is soon lying on the ground, unable to move. I pant as I stand over him. "You're a hell of a lot better than I expected a pompous ass like you to be." I support my weight on the shelf behind me. "Pity you weren't a better person or I might regret killing you."
Its quite surprising to see his leg flung at me, trying to knock me off balance. Due to the weakened knee, it wouldn't do much however. "Sectumsempra." The leg is severed at the knee. "I've wasted enough time on you, bastard. Avada Kedavra!" Being right above him, and he so severely injured, he can't escape this time. His angry hazel eyes stare at me, accusing me of the ultimate betrayal. I sneer, kicking him once, before leaving, flooing somewhere public.
I take my time returning to my home. Having accomplished my goal, I am quite pleased. The injuries I sported from the event were most irritating. I had to travel to a healer, I chose one in Knockturn alley for their secrecy, to return the feeling to my arm and stop myself from randomly vomiting. It took four hours even with the assistance of a trained healer. I was most displeased and eager to return home to work away my frustrations. I had weaned mother from the spell slowly, though it took a bit of coercion to keep her as my pet. She couldn't deny the pleasure she felt and had already become as deviant as she could, haven been my partner on many occasions. She had even devoured my sweet little sister before I completely removed the effects of the spell.
When I arrive, seven men and Sirius Black stand with my mother and sister. All seven of them are dressed in auror's robes. When I enter, they immediately drawl there wands. Even Sirius does. My mother and sister are in tears. What is going on, I wonder. I voice my question.
"Harry James Potter, you are under arrest for the murder of your father, James Potter." The lead auror speaks in a loud and powerful voice.
"What?" I gasp in shock. "No!" I look at my mother as she walks up to me.
"You bastard." She sobs, slapping me in the face hard as she could. I gape at her. Never once in my life has she even spoken a harsh word to me, and now she has slapped me. I feel tears sting my eyes.
"Mother, no!" I sob. How pathetic I have become, though I twist my own heartache to my advantage still. "I didn't, I swear. Please believe me, I didn't do it!"
She looks conflicted, torn between her love for me, and punishing me for my crime. "Harry, you were seen!"
"They're lying! I swear!" I whisper desperately. I grab her hand, gripping it for dear life. "Mother please, you know me better than this." I fall to my knees, staring up at her, hugging her around the waist. "Please," the chocked sob echoes in the room. "You have to believe me!"
"I saw you, Potter." Sirius growls at me. "Swaying out of the room like you was some sort of GOD! I may have been too late to save James, but I'll be damned if you walk free!"
I dry, humourless laugh escapes my lips. "Why aren't I surprised someone of your intelligence could be so easily fooled! Haven't you ever studied sixth year potions? Have you forgotten about Polyjuice potions?"
The lead auror, I recognize as Dawlish, speaks. "There is one way to find out. Give us your wand, boy." Without thinking I toss it to him. In retrospect this was a bad idea. "Prior Incantato." The ghostly image of my father appeared from the wand.
All emotion drained from me as I could only think and say one word. "Fuck."
And thus began my life sentence in Azkaban. But I swear to all the powers above and below. I will get out of here. I will have what is rightfully MINE! And I will have my revenge on Black. My world would have been perfect if not for him. He will suffer a thousand hells for this. I will rape and murder whatever family he has when I am free. He will watch and beg for the mercy of death. I swear this on my blood, on my magic, and on my life! Fear me, Sirius Black, for Mordred will have your blood!