HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 8 ]

Harry had been so wrapped up in classes, specifically the Art of Dirty Tricks, that he had forgotten all about Voltemort. He was reminded when Dumbledore found him after dinner one evening.

“Harry,” said the wise old wizard. “There are evil things happening at Hogwarts this year.”

The boy blushed. He hadn’t thought that Dumbledore would have found out what he was doing with all the things he’d learned from Professor Clinton and the Hard Prince.

“No, not those things,” said Dumbledore. He shook his head. It happened every year to the sixth years. They were never the same after that class. But he had to chuckle to himself. He could well remember the year that he’d been a sixth year. It had been memorable for him as well. “I said evil things, not dirty tricks.”

“Sorry, Professor Dumbledore,” said Harry. “I haven’t noticed anything.”

“Yes, well, I suppose that school can be demanding and I understand you’ve been distracted. But I have a mission for you.”

“What can I do, Professor?” asked Harry.

“It’s Professor Clinton,” said Dumbledore. “He has a secret that I just can’t figure out.”

“He has lots of secrets,” said Harry with a smile. He didn’t think that the Professor was particularly good at keeping his secrets either.

“None of that has ever been proven,” said Dumbledore. “No, I mean a different secret. He knows something about Voltemort. When he was a student, Voltemort got close to Clinton. He was already on the way to becoming a dark wizard by then and he wanted to know every dirty trick in the book. I think that Clinton helped him to learn something very dark, but Clinton won’t admit to it.”

“How does that involve me?”

“I want you to see if you can get the truth from Professor Clinton,” said Dumbledore. “I’ve noticed that you have become close to Clinton as well. He likes to curry the favor of students that he thinks will be popular and powerful. It’s natural that he has taken a liking to you. See if you can find out the secret.”

Harry was shocked at the level of trust that Dumbledore placed in him. It made him feel important to be trusted with such as task and he realized that he was getting closer to taking his place as a fully trained wizard who would one day lead the opposition against Voltemort.

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The very next day, Harry stayed after class again. “Professor Clinton,” said the eager young student. “Did you ever have Voltemort in your class?”

“Of course, Harry,” said Clinton. “I’ve had every wizard in my class for years and years, decades and decades. There isn’t a single wizard that hasn’t passed naked through my doorway. Mind you, there have been good ones and bad ones. He was one of the worst.”

“So, what did you tell him that you won’t tell Dumbledore?” asked Harry, getting straight to the point.

“Oh, that crafty old fellow,” chuckled Clinton. “Sent you to do his dirty work, did he? He thinks that because you’re my favorite student that I’ll tell you something that I haven’t told him for years.” Clinton wagged his finger at Harry. “Nope, you should have been more careful, Harry. Now that I’m on to you, you’ll never find out.”

“What was it I saw you doing with that Ravenclaw first year?” asked Harry.

“I told him all about Horcruxes and how they could be used to bring him nearly ever lasting life,” said Clinton, spilling his guts.

“What’s a Horcrux?” asked Harry.

“It’s a special spell, well, actually a spell to turn an object into a special magical thing,” explained Clinton. “You take some object, any object, and sleep with it under your pillow for a week. Then, you get a virgin witch to kiss it. Next, you jerk off and cum all over it. Finally, that same virgin witch has to kiss it again. Then you bang the hell out of the virgin. That makes it a Horcrux.”

“What good is it?” asked Harry. His mind was already racing ahead. Ginny, Hermione, and three Hufflepuffs wouldn’t be any good to him if he wanted his own Horcrux.

“After that,” continued Clinton, “if anything happens to you, the cum will come alive and impregnate the next female who comes along. You will be reborn nine months later.”

“So you think Voltemort may have created a Horcrux and that’s how he came back to life after he was defeated?”

“Well, actually, he may have created seven Horcruxes,” said Clinton. “It wasn’t one of my better moments and I can’t say that I’m proud of it. But I suggested that seven would be good insurance in case something happened to one or more of the others.”

“Thanks, Professor,” said Harry. “That’s what I needed to know.”

“You’re welcome, Harry. Now about that Ravenclaw first year…”

“What Ravenclaw first year?” said Harry innocently.

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When Dumbledore heard the news, he was amazed. “How did you find out so quickly, Harry?” he asked.

“Guess he just was ready to share,” said Harry.

“Well, if I have this right then, there are five more left,” said Dumbledore.

“Five? But Clinton said there were seven.”

“Yes, but he had to use one to be reborn. Then, you destroyed one. Don’t you remember?”

“Me?”

“Yes, Tom Riddle’s diary was one.”

“Ewwww,” said Harry, remembering he’d held that diary in his hand. At the time he hadn’t realized it was covered in Voltemort’s cum.

“Never mind that, Harry, if we want to destroy him, we have to destroy the other five Horcruxes first. Then he can’t be reborn.”

“But, Professor? How do we know he only created seven? What if he knows I destroyed one? Won’t he replace it? He knows one was used up to be reborn, won’t he replace that one? What keeps him from replacing the ones that we destroy?”

“Harry, let’s not complicate things. I don’t know the answer to those questions. Let J. K. Rowling try to explain those. Perhaps she will at a later time. For now, let’s just assume that Voltemort is a powerful dark wizard, but stupid. Besides,” he added, peering over his glasses at Harry, “at the rate you’re going, I believe there won’t be any virgin witches for him to use to create Horcruxes anymore.”

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Hermione loved a good mystery. So many before had consumed her time. She had a new one that was occupying every free moment. Who was her mysterious rapist? Had she enjoyed being raped? And, most of all, if she had enjoyed it, why had he made her forget about it?

As she brought it up yet again, Harry rolled his eyes. He was almost ready to tell her the truth just to get her to shut up about it. It was me, me, me. Yes, you loved it. You came. You screamed in pleasure. But, I’d already given you the rohypnol bones, so it couldn’t be undone. Besides, you weren’t so eager at first.

Then there was the fact that Hermione was particularly angry that Ron seemed to be getting his share of girls all of a sudden. It’s not that Ron was suddenly debonair and making the girls swoon, but it was obvious that someone was spreading her legs for the red head. Harry wondered when the two would figure out that they were in love and get together. In the meantime, admitting he was Hermione’s dream lover and getting between the two seemed like the last thing he wanted to do.

A couple of days previous, Hermione had broached the subject with Harry. Ron had been out somewhere, getting the cum sucked out of his cock probably, so Hermione had confided in him. Perhaps she had enjoyed it. How would she ever know? Over the past two days, her talk had become more and more graphic.

They were walking alone outside with no one in earshot, when Hermione had brought it up yet again. “Harry, what if a big cock in my pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt? What if I like to be rode hard and put away wet? How will I ever know?”

That’s when Harry rolled his eyes. “Hermione,” he said, gauging their distance to the woods. “If you really want to find out, run for the woods. Lose your clothes on the way. If you can beat me into the woods and be naked when you get there, then I promise I’ll…”

He couldn’t finish as she sprinted for the trees. He watched in disbelief as she hopped and took off a shoe and sock. Then she switched feet, hopped, and removed the other shoe. Harry started running for the woods. He didn’t want to really have to do this right now. As Harry closed on her, Hermione skinned off her sweater and tossed it back at him, trying to distract him. But, he easily dodged it.

Desperately, she unbuttoned her shirt, while trying to run full speed. Harry was catching her as she undid the last button and struggled with her shirt. Again she tossed her garment at him, trying to hit him in the face, and again he dodged it. She was unhooking her bra and Harry passed her and moved ahead. She was wondering how she could win this and get him to come through on his unfinished promise. She tossed her bra ahead of Harry and it caught between his legs. He stumbled and fell, but got up quickly. She was ahead again, but now had her pants to worry about.

Harry fished out his wand and said, “Zippety doo dah.” Her pants fell down around her ankles and she tripped, falling on the grass. Harry passed her easily and pulled up in the woods, waiting for her. Hermione looked around, suddenly aware that she’d left a trail of clothes all the way to the woods and she was almost naked. Her thong panties and her pants, down around her ankles, were all that was left. She hopped two footed into the cover of the woods and stopped right in front of Harry.

Both were breathing hard from the exertion. They looked in each other’s eyes. Harry was still clothed and Hermione nearly naked. She kicked off the jeans and stood in front of him with just her tiny panties on.

Harry stared at the pretty girl’s heaving chest. She was thrusting her small tits at him, practically begging him to touch her. She twirled around, making sure he got a good view of her tight ass. “Want to put some stripes on that, Harry Potter?” she asked him.

“You look nice, Hermione,” said Harry, making the biggest understatement of his life. He was out of options. She was too good to pass up and he wanted to take her right on the spot. But, it wasn’t right. They didn’t have what they needed. “Meet me at the Room of Requirement in one hour,” he told her. “If we open that door and everything we need to show you all about rough, naughty, and mindless sex is waiting in that room, then we’ll find out right then and there just what you want from a boy.”

Hermione smiled at her friend. She knew there was no one in the world she could trust more than Harry Potter.