Capítulo 25: Chapter 25
A/N: This interlude takes place in the original timeline for anyone who is confused
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"I searched for him, Mione, you know I did… but whatever she did might as well have been the equivalent of a Dementor's Kiss. I can't call up Dudley at all, which means his soul is gone."
They're conversing in Harry's private study, within his family manor. Sat behind his grandfather's old desk, Harry Potter looks surprisingly at home there, quite comfortable with the lordships that have been heaped upon him in the time since he saved the world and became an adult. In one hand, he rolls a very special Golden Snitch. Not only was it the first Golden Snitch he ever caught, it was also the only gift Dumbledore had left him.
More importantly, this Golden Snitch was the housing case of the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows, and an item that, if one knew how to use it, could be used to call up the souls of the dead.
Naturally, after the… incident, Harry had tried multiple times to call up Dudley's soul. Mostly to try and figure out what Delphini had been up to in the first place, to see if the crazed witch had actually told his whale of a cousin anything before killing him. But alas, just this once, Delphini had been correct. Harry and his friends had been much too late.
As they'd burst into the room, Riddle's daughter had cackled like a banshee and something, some flash of light, had blinded them all momentarily. When the spots finally finished fading from their eyes and they could actually see again, it was already over. Delphini was in the wind, having apparated out before anyone could think to put up an anti-apparation ward, and Dudley's body was left behind on the bed, lifeless and grey.
She hadn't just killed him though, and that was the biggest issue. If she had just killed him, the Resurrection Stone would have been able to call up his spectre, allowing Harry to interrogate his lard tub of a cousin and find out more about what the fuck was going on. Instead, whatever Delphini Riddle had done had completely destroyed Dudley's soul… or so Hermione had postulated.
Even as Harry is sitting in his grandfather's chair, Hermione Granger is sat on the edge of said desk, half-turned towards him with her arms crossed under her ample chest. The brunette witch is as brilliant as she is beautiful, with a killer body and looks that most women would die for, but also an amazing brain inside that head of hers. She'd saved Harry's mum with that vast intellect, and for that Harry would always love her. Well… he loved her for other reasons as well.
Letting out a sigh, Hermione inclines her head.
"Well, what matters is you tried. Honestly, given everything that that side of your family did to you, you don't owe Dudley or his parents anything. Its your Saving Peoples Thing that makes you put in the effort anyways. Dudley… well, at the very least, we'll bring his killer to justice. The bitch might have escaped us for now, but it's only a matter of time before we catch her."
Harry nods, taking some solace in Hermione's words. It's true that he doesn't and never has much cared for his cousin… but its also true that he feels guilty for being unable to save Dudley. Everyone who's died because of him, or because of his failure to save them… they weigh on the Man-Who-Won's conscience something fierce.
Hermione is right, of course. Bringing Delphini Riddle to justice, locking her up in Azkaban where she belongs, will do a lot to assuaging Harry's sense of guilt. It's all he can do for Dudley at this point.
Before he can open his mouth and agree with his brunette best friend however, there's a sudden knock on the door. A glance at the clock shows Harry what times it is, and he quirks the corner of his mouth up as he looks over at Hermione.
"We'll continue this conversation another time, Mione. Let me know if there are any developments."
Then, he calls out to the door.
"Come in!"
Inclining her head in bemused agreement, Hermione slips off of his desk and begins walking towards the exit of the study, even as the door opens up to admit two other witches, each young nubile beauties in their own right… and that beauty is only more accentuated by the matching sets of lacy, black lingerie they're both wearing, with matching high heels to complete the ensembles and really make their butts pop as they saunter in.
As Hermione Granger passes Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood on her way out, there's a slight moment of recognition, giving the two witches nods, even as she smirks somewhat smugly. There's no jealousy in Hermione's gaze, perhaps because she knows she'll always be more important to Harry than the two of them, no matter how much he lets them into his life. After all, she's not just his primary researcher and the girl who gave his mum back to him, she's his first female friend, his best friend, and that will always count for something.
Still, if Ginny or Luna are put off by Hermione passing them by without a word, they don't show it. Instead, the two witches are hyper-fixated on Harry as he rises from behind the desk and walks around to the front of it, leaning back against the ancient piece of furniture as the two lovely ladies approach. There's a fond smile playing across his face, even as he slides his gaze up and down their bodies appreciatively.
"That time already, is it? I imagine you two want your turns, yes?"
Luna just smiles mysteriously, while Ginny pouts mightily, her plush red lips looking so good when they're pushed out together.
"I think we've waited long enough, Harry~"
Harry just smiles and nods, before snapping his fingers. In an instant, the three of them are in his bedroom. A moment later and he's naked and laying on the bed. Ginny and Luna take a beat longer to get their bearings, but as soon as they realize where he's gone and see his cock growing hard and straight between his spread legs, they leap up onto the bed after him.
Clamoring up, the two young witches each take a side, laying on their bellies right next to each other between his legs as their hands wrap around his sizable member. Looking at him, their eyes filled with lust, they waste no time in licking up and down his length, soft mewls and cute moans leaving their lips as they do so. Harry, for his part, just puts his hands back behind his head, lacing his fingers together and smiling as he watches the two lovely ladies work.
While Luna doesn't waste any more time with words, attacking his member ravenously with her mouth and tongue, Ginny is a bit bolder, and a bit curiouser.
"What did, mm, Hermione want, Harry?"
As she slurps down his cock, both she and Luna are looking at him, listening carefully even while working over his shaft with their tongues. Shrugging, Harry sighs.
"Just checking one last time to see if I could summon Dudley's spirit. But nothing comes out. Which means he either isn't dead, or his soul is irrevocably destroyed. And since we literally buried his body a week ago, I think we all know which option it is."
Ginny nods at that, while Luna's tongue goes lower, to his balls. Seeing this, Ginny takes advantage of Luna's fixation with slobbering all over Harry's nut sack and goes higher, allowing her to be the first to actually envelope his cockhead in her mouth. Then, she keeps going, sliding up and down his dick, her hands planting on the bed beneath her as she stares him directly in the eye.
Harry is duly impressed as Ginny deep-throats his cock with a lot more skill than any previous oral experience she'd given him. She's been practicing, that much is immediately obvious, and from the way she's looking at him expectantly, she clearly wants praise. Harry just smiles at her, watching as that ruby red lipstick of hers gets lower and lower down his length, until finally she's kissing the base of his cock.
Only then does he reach out and brush a hand through her red hair while giving her what she so desperately needs… positive affirmation.
"Good girl."
Ginny's eyes cross for a moment and she very nearly loses control of her suppressed gag reflex, a louder gurgle than normal coming out before she's forced to pull back lest she choke on his cock entirely. Blushing a bit as his dick slips out of her lips, she squirms under his smile and gaze, returning his grin with a cute small smile of her own.
"B-Been practicing."
Harry nods in acknowledgment of that fact, undeniably amused, even as Ginny goes back to working over his shaft with her tongue, Luna sliding her mouth back up off of his balls as well. Perhaps Ginny hadn't even been taking advantage of the blonde witch's quirkiness, perhaps they'd simply planned it. Either way, the experience is an insanely pleasurable one, and it's no surprise that Harry is getting close to finishing already.
With a grunt, he lets out a warning, even as his balls churn and his cock pulses.
"Here it comes, girls!"
Rather than pull away, the two sexily clad witches lean in closer. Cheeks pressed together, eyes fixed on his face, Ginny's freckled visage and Luna's pale face are both flushed with arousal even as his cock, covered in Ginny's lipstick, throbs and pulsates one final time before unloading all over them. He ends up coating their mouths in his seed, making messes of their previously pristine faces as they moan throatily and wantonly, wiggling and writhing down between his legs.
Harry's hips thrust involuntarily upwards a few times before he finishes his release, and then he's collapsing, which given he's already on his back, just means he relaxes back into the bed as Luna and Ginny pulls away a bit. Of course, with their faces caked in his seed, they don't just stop there. Pulling back so they're both resting on their knees, they turn to face one another.
Slowly, almost tenderly, their lips come together as they kiss and lick at one another's cum-coated features. At the same time, their hands come up behind each other and they work open their bras, pulling away the matching black undergarments to reveal their perfectly sculpted tits. Said breasts are almost exactly the same in size, neither necessarily having precedent over the other. In a way, that was a good metaphor for their entire relationship, truly.
As they begin to makeout with one another, pressing their tits together and moaning into each other's cum-coated mouths while cleaning each other with their tongues, Harry knows this is as much a show for him as it is a pleasurable experience for them. They're decidedly over-exaggerating the moaning, and the writhing, and the… the everything.
But at the same time, he also knows they feel strongly for each other. Ginny would have him believe that she only brings Luna along to these sexual encounters because the blonde witch wouldn't otherwise be brave enough to admit her feelings for Harry and ask him to fuck her herself. But Harry has suspicions that that's not entirely true. It's not like Luna has said anything one way or the other, but more that he understands Ginny better than she thinks he does.
After the events of his Second Year and Ginny's First, it was no surprise that the red head had come out the other side… traumatized. Anyone would be, really. She'd been possessed for half the year by a fragment of Tom Riddle's soul, after all.
That she'd come to lean on Luna for emotional support, that she'd come to rely on her best friend to be there for her in all things, was really no surprise at all. So yes, while there was clearly a lot of showmanship going on with them licking his cum off each other, there was also a true, bonafide note of love and affection between the two girls.
All of it combined is more than enough to get Harry rock hard again, which is definitely one of the purposes of their clean-up and makeout session. When Ginny and Luna pull away from one another, his cock is ramrod straight once more, and all that's left to do is decide just which one of them is getting fucked first. They're both going to get a good hard dicking before the night is over, though.
Or are they? Before Harry can ask them how they want to decide who's up for a ride on the Potter Express first this time, the door to the bedroom suddenly bangs open, interrupting the affair most decisively as all three of them whip their heads in the direction of the door. Standing there, panting and out of breath, is one Hermione Granger, her eyes wide and filled with a sense of urgency.
"H-Harry! The… the stars… the stars are going out!"
"What? Hermione, speak sense!"
Swallowing thickly and taking a moment to compose herself and catch her breath, Hermione's words a moment later are nevertheless just as concerning and effectively the same message.
"The stars in the night sky… they're disappearing!"
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