HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE

BY KENNA

[ part 10 ]

When classes ended the next day, Professor McGonagall, the head of the Gryffindor house, found Harry and said, “Professor Dumbledore wants to see you right away, Harry.”

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and realized he was supposed to meet Hermione in ten minutes at the Room of Requirement. He didn’t want to miss the chance to whip and rape the pretty girl for the third time. It was so much fun and she showed a completely different side of herself when she was tied up. But, he couldn’t ignore the summons from Dumbledore.

McGonagall followed Harry to Dumbledore’s office, even climbing the stairs right behind him and entering the office.

“Glad you could come, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “Evil things are happening and I fear that events are coming to a climax today.”

“What events, Professor?” asked Harry.

“Professor Trelawney made a prophesy today that Death Eaters would enter Hogwarts before the stroke of midnight. Professor McGonagall and I both feel evil approaching. We need to be on our guard tonight. I want to know if any of the students have felt the evil.”

“I haven’t heard of any, Professor,” said Harry honestly. “I can keep my ears open, but it sounds like we’re running out of time.”

“Yes, Harry, we are,” said McGonagall. “We don’t think it will happen until nightfall, but that is just two hours away.”

Harry was thinking that was time enough to do Hermione and still be ready for the Death Eaters. He looked at the clock in Dumbledore’s office and saw that he had five minutes now before he was supposed to meet Hermione.

“I believe I’ve located one of Voltemort’s Horcruxes,” said Dumbledore. “After we deal with the Death Eaters tonight, I want you to go with me to try to destroy it.”

“Sure, Professor,” said Harry, edging toward the door. He didn’t want to be late for Hermione. “Umm, I have to go,” he said lamely.

“Harry, you can’t go right now,” insisted Dumbledore. “Nothing is more important than what we have to discuss. Whatever you have planned will have to wait.”

Harry didn’t want to stay and he didn’t want the two professors following him. He stepped on the top of the stairs leading down from Dumbledore’s office. The stairs began to lower him toward the outer hallway. “Harry, come back here,” said Dumbledore.

“Nymphomanium,” said Harry in desperation, waving his wand at McGonagall. The last thing he saw as the stairs lowered him out of sight was a gleam in McGonagall’s eye and Dumbledore backing away.

“Minerva, what’s gotten into you?” said the faint voice of Dumbledore as Harry was deposited in the hallway. The young wizard ran up to the Room of Requirement just in time to see Hermione pacing up and down in the hall.

“Harry, I thought you weren’t going to show up,” she said. “You know how much this means to me,” she added.

“Yes, of course, Hermione,” said Harry. Luckily the Titanium spell had worked so well that she had no pain, no marks, and no soreness the next day. She still thought she’d only been raped once. In a bit of a hurry this time, Harry led her toward the door and they stepped into the room.

The two stood staring at the scene in the Room of Requirement. It wasn’t at all what Hermione expected and definitely not what Harry had seen the previous two times he’d brought the young witch there. Instead, there was a large cabinet in the center of the room. Three wizards and two witches stood facing the cabinet. Draco Malfoy was also in the room, his eyes on the cabinet. As everyone watched, a figure stepped out of the cabinet and into the room. Harry stared in horror at Lord Voltemort himself.

Voltemort was the first one to see Harry. With an evil hiss, he raised his wand and then paused. The others turned to see what had the Dark Lord’s attention and gasped in surprise at the presence of Harry and Hermione. “The boy is mine,” said Voltemort and the others knew they could do nothing until their lord commanded them.

“You’re so dead now, Potter,” said Draco. “This is going to be fun.”

“Harry, they’re Death Eaters,” said Hermione. The masks on their faces gave away their evil ties to Lord Voltemort.

Harry knew just what he was looking at. He’d seen these same people before. Their masks faded and he could tell that Lucius Malfoy was one of the wizards. “They’re early,” he said. “Don’t worry, Hermione, Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall know that…” then he remembered how he’d left the two. Maybe they should be worried.

“You can’t apparate inside Hogwarts,” said Hermione, as if to deny the existence of the Death Eaters inside the sacred school.

“Yes, but, this magic cabinet is not apparating,” said Draco. “It’s another kind of magic. The other cabinet is in the Malfoy castle and it creates a tunnel between the two.”

“Yes, and young Draco will be well rewarded for helping us enter Hogwarts undetected,” said Voltemort. “But, first I can exact my revenge on Harry Potter.” He looked at the trembling young boy and laughed. “You are no match for me,” he said. He stretched his lanky form up and set his wand on top of the 8 foot high cabinet and then stared at Harry. “I’ll even let you take the first shot, little wizard.” He spread his arms, inviting Harry to strike.

Harry looked at the other Death Eaters, knowing that he just had one shot at the Dark Lord. After he got in the first spell, the powerful wizard could strike him dead. Harry didn’t know if his magic was powerful enough to win. Then he got an idea, “Permanente Boy Toy,” said Harry. He watched as Voltemort shrank to four and a half feet tall.

Surprised, the young Voltemort looked back at the top of the high cabinet. His wand was out of reach! He was powerless.

“Wonderful, Harry,” said Hermione.

“Shall I kill him now, Lord Voltemort?” asked Lucius.

“No, you fool,” hissed Voltemort. “I’m permanently 11. He has to live or I’m stuck like this forever. Get me my wand!”

But, suddenly the room changed. Harry had never seen the Room of Requirement change before, but they were abruptly in Professor Clinton’s classroom. Only the cabinet remained, strangely out of place in the classroom. At the same time, their clothes disappeared and everyone was naked. The three Death Eater wizards had hard cocks and the two Death Eater witches were furiously scratching their pussies.

The door slammed behind them and Clinton was in the room. “Ah, it seems I am just in time,” said the silver haired professor. He waved his wand at Harry and said something that Harry couldn’t make out. The boy stared at his own body as tits grew, his cock shrank until he had a pussy, and he could feel his hips spread.

I’m a girl, thought Harry, staring at his own sexy body. And I look pretty good. He felt a tingle in his pussy and started scratching himself. “What did you do to me, Professor?” he complained.

“You’ll thank me later,” said Clinton. He pointed his wand at one of the witches and Harry thought he heard Clinton say, “Beefcake.” The witch turned into a man. “Boy Toy,” said Clinton. Then, he turned to the three Death Eater wizards and said, “Gerbil, gerbil, gerbil.”

To Harry and Hermione’s amazement, the wizards’ cocks came alive. They had little eyes and feet, seeming to scramble through the air looking for a target. First one of the wizards grabbed the newly transformed witch, spun her around, and the gerbil like cock disappeared up the young boy ass that she now sported.

“Get away from me,” screamed Voltemort as the other wizard advanced on him. The young Voltemort tried to escape, but he was trapped and seconds later had an animated cock up his ass. Only Lucius Malfoy was still standing in the room with his cock still free. The beady little eyes on the cock opened wide as they fell on Draco. Unable to resist the pull, Lucius stepped toward his own son.

“Dad,” said Draco, seeing his nightmare come to life. “Get away from me, father.” But, there was no place to run. He was suddenly cornered. The strong arms of his father grabbed him, turned him around, and bent him at the waist.

“I hate gerbils,” screamed Draco as his ass was violated.

The last of the Death Eaters, the lone witch who remained, raised her wand menacingly. “You’ve forgotten about me,” she cackled. “I can kill you all.”

“Lindia Loverlace,” said Clinton, pointed his wand at Hermione.

“Oh, fuck,” said Hermione, eyeing the Death Eater as six inches of tongue spilled from her mouth. “She’s old and fat.”

But, Hermione was suddenly doing her part to save Hogwarts from certain destruction. Just as Clinton had anticipated, the witch grabbed Hermione, shoved the young witch’s face to her crotch, and was suddenly enjoying a long, hard tongue up her cunt.

Harry realized that now he was a girl, the Death Eater wizards hadn’t been interested in gerbilling his sweet ass. He turned to Clinton, “Thank you, Professor. My ass is safe.”

Clinton surveyed his handiwork, knowing that the others would be occupied for a few minutes. He waved his wand at Harry and said, “Mindless slut.” Harry was unable to move as Clinton stepped behind him. He was vaguely away of being bent at the waist, then suddenly he heard, “Good girl.”

Harry shook himself free from the brief haze that had fallen over him and turned to see Clinton with a hard cock. “Cold shower,” said Clinton as he looked sheepishly at the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Dumbledore and McGonagall had just arrived.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” said Clinton more enthusiastically than he meant it.

“What’s going on here,” insisted McGonagall.

“I’ve called for dementors,” said Dumbledore. “Looks like their trip won’t be wasted.”

“Professor,” wailed Draco. “Please help me.”

“I don’t want to interfere with a wonderful father-son outing,” said Dumbledore. He surveyed the room. “Oh ho, is this a pre-pubescent Voltemort?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, a permanently pre-pubescent Voltemort,” said Harry.

“Ooo, and who are you my lovely girl?” said Dumbledore, waving a hard cock around as he gazed on the unfamiliar, yet enticing face and form of the nude 16-year-old.

“It’s me, Harry,” said Harry. He looked at Clinton, “Please, Professor, can you change me back now.”

“Reversio,” said Clinton and Harry became a naked boy again.

“Oh, excuse me, Harry,” said Dumbledore. He turned around for a moment and muttered, “Cold shower.” Then he turned back to Harry. “Permanent you say?”

“Yes, now he can never create another Horcrux,” said Harry.

“Magnificent, Harry, you never cease to amaze me.”

“Nor me,” said McGonagall. She still had that same gleam in her eye. She smacked Dumbledore on the ass, her hand remaining in place as she squeezed the old wizard’s sagging butt and said, “5000 points for Gryffindor, Mr. Potter.”

“Really, Minerva,” blushed Dumbledore. He was trying to shake the image of the naked old witch from his mind. It was something he suspected would never be accomplished. “You can’t give your own house that many points. 1000 points for Gryffindor.” Then in an aside to Harry he said, “And another 4000 if you teach me that spell.”

The room suddenly became gloomy and Dumbledore said, “I have a sinking suspicion that we need to change this room to something other than the Art of Dirty Tricks classroom.” But it was too late. Seven dementors entered the room, one each for the five Death Eaters, Voltemort, and Draco. Disgustingly enough, even the dementors were naked. On the bright side, it completely chased the image of McGonagall from everyone’s mind.

The dementors left, taking the seven prisoners to Azkaban where they would stay forever.

Harry walked over to the cabinet that still stood in the room. On the floor of the room was a single match. He stared at it for a moment. Nothing was in the Room of Requirement without a purpose. He picked up the match and struck it and then flung it into the cabinet.

“Harry,” yelled the startled Hermione, “you’re going to burn down Hogwarts.”

Harry opened the cabinet to reveal it was empty. “No,” he said, “I think right now I’m burning down the Malfoy castle,” he chuckled.

“We still have to track down those five Horcruxes,” said Dumbledore. “We’ll start tomorrow.”

Harry and Hermione were left behind after the three professors left the Room of Requirement. The room changed again as they two teens watched. “Ooo,” said Hermione. “A dungeon.”