As if that hadn't been enough torment, he'd also hidden Marvolo Gaunt's cursed ring-a second horcrux-in a carefully concealed chamber deep within the manor. That too had been vaporized by the blonde devil's spell.
Another shard of his carefully fractured soul, gone in an instant.
He had raged beyond comprehension. Even Lucius and Wormtail-mere bystanders, not responsible for the loss directly-had felt his wrath. Wormtail's pitiful sobbing had filled the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, and Lucius, who once carried himself with aristocratic dignity, had trembled and begged as Voldemort punished him mercilessly with the Cruciatus Curse.
Just when Voldemort thought the losses couldn't possibly escalate further, the universe decided otherwise.
Only days later, in rapid succession, Voldemort felt his connection violently severed with both his diary and his treasured Ravenclaw diadem within Hogwarts' walls!
Panic-stricken, his mind raced. Could that blasted fool Dumbledore have joined forces with these devils? How else could his horcruxes-so carefully hidden, so meticulously enchanted-fall so quickly, one after another?
The so-called "leader of the light" consorting openly with hellish entities was hypocrisy of the worst kind, yet Voldemort knew that righteous old wizard would do anything if he deemed it necessary to eliminate a threat.
He was down to only a few horcruxes now. His plans were unraveling rapidly, forcing his hand.
"Wormtail!" Voldemort snarled from within the ornate crib he'd been humiliatingly placed in. "We must accelerate the ritual! We cannot afford to wait until the end of that ridiculous Triwizard Tournament!"
Peter Pettigrew visibly flinched, cowering pathetically before Voldemort's venomous glare. His pudgy hands twisted nervously together as he mumbled, "But... but my Lord... the ritual-doesn't it require the flesh of your enemy? Young Harry Sitri-"
"-Would have been ideal, yes!" Voldemort spat impatiently, waving one small hand in fury. "But do you truly think Lord Voldemort lacks other enemies? I have plenty, Wormtail! We shall use another's flesh. My resurrection must proceed immediately. I cannot linger in this revolting state any longer!"
Wormtail whimpered pitifully, trembling at the intensity of Voldemort's hatred. "Of course, my Lord," he squeaked submissively. "I'll begin preparations at once."
"See that you do," Voldemort snapped icily, red eyes burning malevolently from his babyish features. "I have no patience left for incompetence. And remember-if you fail me, Wormtail, your punishment will make Lucius's suffering look positively merciful."
Lucious was currently whimpering on the floor in agony. Voldemort got annoyed at the man who kept insisting that the Dark Lord heal his son's crotch. As if Voldemort would waste his time or magic with such a degrading task! He made sure to punish Lucious again for simply suggesting it!
But as much as he relished the pain of his dumb servant, he had to focus on his current problems.
As Wormtail scurried fearfully from the room, Voldemort's mind raced again, his cunning intellect searching desperately for an advantage to turn the situation around. If Dumbledore had aligned himself with such powerfully dangerous beings as those terrifying devils, Voldemort had no choice but to respond in kind.
He required allies-dangerous ones, powerful enough to challenge even devils.
But who could he approach? Angels were obviously impossible. They would only see him as an abomination. Vampires and werewolves lacked sufficient power to challenge devils of the kind he'd seen.
Then, slowly, a faint memory rose unbidden to the forefront of his mind-an overheard conversation from years past between two wizards he'd spied upon during his exile as a wraith. They'd spoken in hushed, frightened tones of a fallen angel who'd gained a fierce reputation as a violent, bloodthirsty warmonger. Voldemort concentrated, straining to remember precisely...
"Koko...Koka...no," he murmured thoughtfully. Finally, the name sprang vividly into clarity, and Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a cruel, triumphant smile.
"Kokabiel," he whispered aloud, savoring the dark promise in the very sound of it. Yes, he'd heard rumors about this creature-a high-ranking fallen angel known for his brutality, recklessness, and utter disdain for peace. Kokabiel thrived in chaos and sought conflict, an ally who wouldn't shy away from helping wage a war even against powerful devils.
Voldemort allowed himself a bitter laugh, cold and sinister even in this infant body. "How fitting," he mused darkly. "If Albus Dumbledore has forged a pact with devils, then Lord Voldemort shall forge one with a fallen angel. Let us see who shall prevail then!"
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Chapter 32 (~14 words):
— Harry —
I groaned as I woke up before the sun was even up, every muscle in my body pleasantly sore in all the right ways. It felt like I'd run a marathon and then spent hours fucking on top of it-which, to be fair, wasn't that far from the truth.
I blinked my eyes open and let them adjust, then turned my head to the side.
Tonks was sprawled naked beside me, face relaxed in sleep, lips parted just slightly. Her hair had settled into a messy, pale pink bob, strands sticking adorably to her forehead. Her entire body was a map of what we'd done last night.
Dried cum streaked across her soft stomach and up over one of her tits in a messy line, flaking slightly against her skin. Purple and reddish hickies dotted her throat, her collarbones, and the tops of her breasts. I could see the faint outline of my teeth in at least two of them. There were more marks on her hips and thighs where I'd gripped her hard enough to bruise when she clenched down around my cock.
I let my gaze travel lower. Her legs were tangled with mine under the sheets. When I carefully lifted the edge, I saw more of my dried release on the inside of her thighs and all over the trimmed pink hair above her pussy, matted from how many times we'd gone at it. Her folds were still faintly swollen, puffy from being stretched and used for hours.
I'd definitely awakened something in her.
I lay there for a moment, just taking her in, replaying flashes of last night in my head. Her riding me with that wild, hungry look in her eyes. Her hair constantly shifting color-pink, purple, blue, back to black-whenever I hit a good spot. Her body reshaping under my hands when she got brave enough to really use her Metamorphmagus powers.
And then the part that had surprised me the most:
"Harry... please... lemme make it up to you...My mom shouldn't have tried to hurt you after you brought me back to life." she'd begged as she straddled me again.
I remembered my hands on her hips, my cock already sliding back into her slick heat, when her features had started shifting. Her jawline softened, cheekbones sharpened just a bit, her hair lengthened and darkened, cascading down past her shoulders into familiar, glossy brown. Her eyes shifted from bright, vivid pink to warm brown. Her tits shrank slightly, but not by much-Andromeda was stacked too.
Suddenly, I wasn't looking up at Tonks anymore.
I'd been staring at Andromeda Tonks-Black's face. Older, mature, gorgeous. The same woman who was currently helping handle Narcissa's divorce and legal mess. The woman who'd quietly stood up to the Black family and walked away from their bullshit. The mother Tonks adored and felt guilty about, tangled up in all this devils-and-peerage insanity because of me.
She'd looked down at me through those brown eyes, cheeks flushed, lips trembling.
"My lord," she'd said in her mother's voice, kneeling between my legs on the mattress, hands sliding up my thighs as she stared up at me through Andromeda's eyes. "I've been such a stupid, ungrateful woman. Please... let me make it up to you. Let me apologize properly for all those curses..."
Then she'd wrapped Andromeda's lips around my cock and moaned like she meant it.
I'd been torn for about half a second between "this is so wrong" and "this is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen." Lust had won.
Tonks stirred beside me, letting out a soft, contented sound. Her lashes fluttered, then those bright pink eyes opened, sleepy at first before awareness kicked in. She glanced down at herself, saw the dried cum, the bite marks, the faint bruises on her thighs, and then looked up at me.
A slow, satisfied grin spread across her face.
"Well," she croaked, voice still rough from all the screaming and moaning last night. "Someone absolutely wrecked me..."
I snorted. "Pretty sure you did most of the wrecking yourself. I'm the one who's sore."
I shifted slightly and winced as my hips protested. My abs, thighs, and lower back all ached in that good, "we fucked until we literally couldn't anymore" way. My cock was sensitive, but still half-hard just from being close to her.
Tonks's gaze dipped immediately under the sheet, and her grin went feral.
"Mm. Still got some life in him, though," she murmured, reaching under the covers and curling her fingers around my shaft.
I hissed softly through my teeth. "Careful, he's in recovery. You tried to murder him last night."
"Oh please," she snorted, but her hand slowed, her strokes turning more gentle as she lazily pumped my length. "You loved every second of it. Don't even try to lie, mister 'fuck me harder, Tonks, I can take it.'"
"That doesn't sound like me at all," I said solemnly. "I am a dignified devil prince."
She barked out a laugh, hair flashing bright electric blue for a second before settling back to pink.
"Uh-huh," she drawled. "Dignified devil prince who came in me so many times I'm pretty sure I'm marinating in Sitri spunk."
I glanced down at the drying mess on her stomach and thighs and shrugged. "You started it."
"Yeah," she admitted, smirking, then her expression shifted. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. Her hand around my cock loosened a little.
Her eyes rose slowly to meet mine. "So... um... about last night," she said, suddenly a lot less cocky. "Especially the part where I, uh..." She swallowed. Her hair faded to a softer, nervous pink. "Turned into Mum."
There it was. I exhaled slowly and moved my hand from the sheet to her cheek, brushing my thumb along her jaw to make her look at me properly.
"Tonks," I said quietly. "Hey. Look at me."
She forced her gaze back up to mine, eyes wide, cheeks flushed for a very different reason now.
"If you're about to freak out and apologize or think I'm angry about it," I told her bluntly, "I'm not."
Her brows drew together. "You're... not?"
I snorted. "I'd be a hypocrite if I was. You're a Metamorphmagus, you're a fucking devil now, and we're both adults. Using your powers in bed isn't some horrible line you crossed. It was hot." I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, then her neck, letting my lips brush over one of the hickies there. "Really hot. I hope you do it more often, if you want to. But I also think you're really beautiful just the way you are too!"
Tonks relaxed when I said that, her shoulders dropping and the tension bleeding out of her face. Her hair shifted from that anxious pale pink back to a smug neon purple for a second, then settled into its usual bubblegum shade. She mumbled something like, "Good, 'cause I really liked it too..." and then her eyes actually started to flutter again.
I could tell she was dead tired. That made sense. We'd gone for way too many rounds, and she'd hit the "limp and overstimulated" stage more than once. Devil stamina or not, her body still needed rest.
"Go back to sleep," I told her. I brushed a knuckle gently across her cheek. "You earned it."
She made a pleased little hum at that, rolled over onto her stomach, and buried her face in my pillow. Her bare ass stuck up for a second, spotted with faint bite marks and finger-shaped bruises, before she dragged the blanket up and over herself. Within a minute, her breathing evened out and she was out cold again.
I slipped out of bed carefully so I didn't jostle her. My legs were a bit sore, my hips ached, and my cock gave a tired, sensitive twitch as it swayed in the cool air. I grabbed fresh clothes from the trunk at the end of the bed and padded into the bathroom.
...The Gryffindor common room was almost completely empty. The fire had burned down to a low, comforting glow. The enchanted lanterns on the walls were dimmed, in that pre-dawn "we're not fully awake yet either" mode. Most of the couches were empty, blankets tossed messily where people had fallen asleep over homework the night before. The air felt cool and still.
There was only one person awake.
Jasmine McKinnon-Potter sat curled up on one of the big couches near the fireplace, legs tucked under her, a blanket draped over her knees. She was reading a book, holding it up close to her face. Her messy brown hair stuck out in every direction like she'd just run her hands through it a dozen times. Her glasses reflected the flickering light from the fire, little amber glints flashing on the lenses.
She looked up as she heard me come down the last step. Her eyes went wide for a second, then she gave me a shy smile. Her cheeks pinked up immediately.
"G-Good morning, Harry," she said softly, closing her book on one finger to keep her place.
"Morning, Jasmine," I replied, walking over to her. My voice came out a little rough from sleep and overuse. I rolled my shoulders, working out some stiffness, then leaned over the back of the couch. "You couldn't sleep either?"
She scrunched her nose up a bit and shook her head, the motion making her hair bounce. "Sometimes Lavender snores," she admitted in a conspiratorial tone. "And when she really gets going, it sounds like... like a drowning Hippogriff trying to clear its throat."
That mental image was so specific and so accurate that I burst out laughing. Not just a little huff-an actual laugh that made my ribs twinge.
"Oh, that's mean," I said, grinning. "Now I'm never going to be able to un-hear that."
Jasmine smiled wider, clearly proud of herself. Then she quickly added, "Don't tell her I said that, though. She'd be absolutely mortified. And then she'd hex me, and then Parvati would join in, and then both of them would cry about how they're bad roommates, and then I'd feel guilty..." She trailed off, realizing she'd started to ramble. Her blush strengthened. She cleared her throat and glanced away. "So yes. Sometimes Lavender snores. That's all."
