The Dark Lord Rises! (Harry Potter)

The Dark Lord Rises! (Harry Potter)

A/N: The Dark Lord Rises! Is a commissioned one shot originally written in September of 2019. Posting it up now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In which Harry goes Dark.

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Master/Slave

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"Voldemort is dead."

There's some confusion as to why Dumbledore sounds so somber as he says this. The Order of the Phoenix had been called to order by it's illustrious leader, but only a handful of it's members were actually aware of the specific details of just what had happened. For most, this was news indeed, and good news at that.

"Well... that's a good thing, ain't it? Voldemort's dead!"

Mundungus, the Order's resident ne'er dowell, pipes up, only to quiet back down again when those in the know, Dumbledore included, turn their gazes on him. Some are withering, but Albus' stare is just... disappointed. The aged wizard soon turns away from Mundungus Fletcher and looks back to the rest of the Order, making eye contact with each and every one of them. Only when they've all seen the look in his eyes does he begin to speak.

"The Dark Lord Voldemort, along with several of his highest-ranking Death Eaters, was found dead and hung outside of the Ministry of Magic this morning. His body was desecrated, as were those of his followers, which had been visibly tortured and flayed alive. This was not the act of any of us. This was not the act of the Ministry. This was an outside party."

"... Harry..."

Several pairs of eyes turn towards Hermione Granger, but she doesn't notice any of them looking at her. She's staring off into space, her own eyes slightly wide as she processes what Dumbledore is saying. It's a toss up whether she even realizes she whispered Harry's name for all to hear or not. Regardless, Dumbledore nods towards her, before continuing on.

"At this point, the Ministry does not know who did it. But I believe that it was Harry Potter."

There are murmurings at hearing the name of the Boy-Who-Lived from Dumbledore's mouth. Harry Potter... he who had abandoned them, or so most of them believed. Two years prior, at the end of Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts, he and his friends had been led to the Ministry under false pretenses, in order to retrieve a prophecy orb that Voldemort had wanted very badly.

It'd been a trap of course, and the Order of the Phoenix had barely arrived in time to save the schoolchildren from what would likely have been a very grisly fate. However, in the process, Sirius Black... had perished. Sent through the Veil of Death by his own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius was well and truly gone, without even a body to mourn over.

After the funeral, there'd been a bit of a blowout between Harry and pretty much everyone close to him. The year had been tough on him, and the loss of his godfather had tipped him over the edge. He'd gone out of his way to verbally abuse and degenerate every last person in his life, labelling them all idiots or spies or sycophants to Albus Dumbledore. Then, he'd disappeared from his room without a trace, and not a single attempt to find him had worked since.

Of course, the vast majority of the wizarding public, and thus the Order itself, didn't know all of these details. In the end, only Dumbledore and a handful of people were aware of what had happened with Harry. Feeling as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders, the aged wizard lets out a low sigh.

"Unfortunately, several of Voldemort's followers, flayed and tortured and killed for all the Ministry to see... were in turn high-ranking members in the Ministry. Despite their Dark Marks, the Ministry of Magic is already calling for the head of whoever it was that killed so many influential and powerful wizards. Several held seats on the Wizengamot, so those in charge feel as if they have to be seen doing something."

There's some scoffing at that, some growling. Some are perfectly fine with the Ministry coming down on Harry. Others are not. Dumbledore is among the latter.

"I fear that Harry James Potter is walking a dark path. I fear that the purpose of this Order, to combat evil wherever we find it, may not be finished just yet. It is our duty to bring Harry back to the Light. It is our duty to find him and convince him to come home to those who love him and care for him. That is the purpose of this meeting, to devise ways by which he might be reasoned with and brought back into the fold."

There's a beat of silence as Dumbledore finishes talking... and then the room erupts into conversation. The aged wizard catches some snippets of 'why should we care?' and 'let him rot', but there's also plenty of legitimate suggestions, such as offering him a position of authority like Head Boy for his Seventh Year at Hogwarts, or marrying him to a Light Witch, like Ginny Weasley.

Ideas come in from all corners, until eventually Hermione huffs and shakes her head, drawing eyes once more.

"None of these will work. Harry doesn't need to be coddled, or taken to task, or told what he should be thinking or feeling anymore than we've already done over the years. He needs an apology. He needs one from you Headmaster, most of all."

The brunette witch stares at Dumbledore, and the aged wizard is a little surprised when his grandfatherly smile and eye twinkle doesn't make her back down. Since when did that stop working on her... still, this is an Order of the Phoenix meeting, and Dumbledore might as well be their Lord for the amount of reverence most of the Order held for him. Molly immediately speaks up in his defense before he ever has to say a word.

"Now dear, you and I both know that Dumbledore has only ever had Harry's best interests in heart! Whatever could he have to apologize to the boy for?"

Hermione's gaze shifts over to the Weasley Matriarch, and for a moment it looks like she might be cowed. But then she snorts, actually snorts, and shakes her head.

"Harry's best interests? I don't know if I believe that. Hasn't it always been about the Greater Good, Headmaster? The Greater Good for all seemed to come at Harry's expense far too often for my tastes. I can only imagine how HE felt."

"Ugh, Mione, you're being a BORE. If you're not going to help, then just leave."

Ronald Weasley is a bit uncouth, and not the brightest of the Weasley bunch, but in this moment Albus appreciates his words. His and Hermione's relationship had certainly been strained this last year, but it seems he still knows how to shut the young witch up, because the brunette bookworm sits back in her seat and just sits there in silence, dark eyes glittering. Albus lets it lie at that, never actually responding to Hermione's idea as he continues the meeting from there.

Several more suggestions for how to bring Harry back into the fold are fielded, but at the end of the day, nothing is permanently decided. Ultimately, they adjourn with intentions of meeting again soon and handling things properly later. Albus can only hope that Harry doesn't further fall to darkness as they wait...

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She starts out already suspended in the middle of the air by magic, and the complex rope bondage builds itself around her after the fact, forcing her legs to bend at the knees and then spread apart, forcing her arms behind her back and restrained together. In the end, all of the rope connects to one thick rope that flows up into the ceiling and anchors there. The magic stops holding Tonks aloft, and she finds herself hanging from the ceiling by the rope now digging into her skin alone.

When the metamorphmagus instinctively tries to use her shapeshifting abilities to escape her bindings, or at least alleviate the pain caused by the digging ropes, however, she quickly discovers... that she can't.

"Sorry Tonks, but I went ahead and cut your connection with your transformative powers. It's better this way. You weren't being responsible with them anyways."

Stepping around her, Harry runs his hands over her body, and wherever he touches her, that body part grows and transforms. Tonks can't do much more than whine pitifully as Harry truly does bimbofy her, giving her poutier lips, even bigger tits, a fatter ass... the whole nine yards. He doesn't stop until he's satisfied, and by the time he's done, Tonks is a caricature of herself, reduced to nothing more than the whore she truly is, deep down.

Taking up position behind her, Harry grabs Tonks by her hair and drags her head back, even as he places his big fat cock in between her ass cheeks, up against her sphincter. Tonks' eyes widen at that, given that her saliva has long since dried, he's not at all lubed up... and neither is she.

"W-Wait! Wait, Harry, that's the wro- AIIIIEEEEE!"

She never gets to finish her sentence, because the next thing she knows, Harry's cock is buried DEEP in her ass. He's not completely evil about it. Oh, he's perfectly cruel in the way he forces his dick into her virgin asshole, burying himself up to the base in her back door in one go... but rather than tearing her wide open with his cock, Harry uses the control he currently has over Tonks' shapeshifting to only make it feel agonizingly painful, rather than actually allowing it to be something that straight up maims her.

He fills her bowels with his dick, and her bowels stretch with an almost elastic quality around his cock as Harry forces his way inside. It still hurts quite a lot for Tonks... but it's not life-threatening like it could have been, given Harry's sheer size. As Tonks screams to high heavens nevertheless, Harry grabs hold of the transformed metamorphmagus' hips and begins to fuck her butt with all his might.

She's perfectly tight of course, and he decides then and there that he's going to keep her as his pet from that moment on. After all, who didn't want a shapeshifting sex slave? Tonks could be an entire harem for him, and he could abuse her and use her to his heart's content. He just had to get rid of that pesky will of hers first, ruining her and breaking her until she could no longer refuse him.

Fucking her in the ass as hard as he could was a good first step, but Harry knows he needs to do more to properly ruin Tonks and corrupt her mind. So, as he fucks the bound metamorph from behind, he looks over his shoulder and gestures to his parents. Without hesitation, the resurrection form of James Potter pulls out of his moaning red head of a wife and stands up. Lily does so as well, and the two long dead Potters end up standing in front of Tonks.

It takes her a moment to realize they're there, what with her eyes closed in pain, or filled with tears and thus bleary. But eventually she sees them, and she whimpers when she does. As soon as Tonks notices their presence, James steps in and with his cock in hand, grabs hold of one of her legs. Then, without further ado, he shoves his dick right up into her cunt.

She's only a little wet at this point. This entire experience has definitely been more painful for Tonks than pleasurable, and it shows in how she's barely moist, if that. But that doesn't stop the resurrected James Potter from fucking her as hard as he can, raping her quim while Harry plows her asshole. The two Potter men take Tonks to pound town, effectively double-penetrating her between them.

As they sandwich Tonks in the middle of their big fat cocks, ramming away at her cunt and ass in equal measure and assaulting Tonks' senses from multiple directions, Lily steps up as well, and places a hand on Tonks' cheek. In stark contrast to Harry and James, the red-haired witch is almost gentle as she caresses Tonks' cheek, and slowly leans in.

Despite herself, Tonks leans in as well, and the two witches kiss. Even as Tonks is being fucked hard by Harry and James, even as James reaches around to maul her ass cheeks while Harry does the same with her big fat tits, Lily Evans-Potter is just... gentle as she kisses Tonks, slowly and sensually, intertwining her tongue with the metamorph's.

It's Lily's affections, combined with the rough savage fucking that Tonks' is receiving, that truly begins the work of breaking the metamorphmagus down. Bit by bit, the pain is replaced by pleasure. Or more accurately, Tonks is conditioned to view the pain AS pleasure, at the end of the day. Bit by bit, she finds herself responding more and more, not to just Lily's kisses, but also Harry and James' cocks.

As the Potter family works together to fuck Tonks silly, Tonks finds herself enjoying being dominated more and more. It's all Harry at the end of the day, after all. Necromancy... Necromancy bound the risen to the necromancer's power. So, it wasn't James fucking her cunt, it was Harry. It wasn't Lily kissing her so nicely, it was Harry. This is how Tonks' mind reasons away her growing pleasure, by simply associating all of it with Harry. He's not just fucking her ass brutally while his parents fuck her cunt and kiss her respectively... he's doing all of those things at once.

Tonks' eyes roll back in her head as she eventually reaches a mind-blowing orgasm. But it doesn't end there, because Harry and James are far from done. Lily, meanwhile, begins to get a bit more forceful, grabbing Tonks rather roughly by the hair and forcing her down to one of the red head's full breasts. To Tonk's shock and surprise, she finds that Lily is still lactating, and the sweet tang of milk fills her mouth as she's forced to suckle at the other witch's teat.

All the while, two big fat dicks continue to slam in and out of her holes, ramming into her with greater and greater force, until finally, after Tonks loses track of the orgasms she experiences on her end, both Harry and James cum at the same exact time. Their seed pumps deep into her womb, even as Lily's milk fills her stomach. It's all Tonks can do not to drown on the breast milk, even as she keeps drinking and drinking.

By the time she's done... she's not the woman she once was. Not anymore. By the time Harry and James finish inside of her and then pull out, by the time Lily steps away and Tonks is let down from the rope bondage set up, allowed to fall to her knees of her own volition... she's no longer herself. She's something more. She's something better. Most importantly of all, she's someone that's completely and utterly loyal to her Master.

Taking Harry's messy cock into her mouth without hesitation or complaint, Tonks begins to choke HERSELF on his dick as she works hard to clean him off.

"Hulghk... Hulghk... Hulghk..."

Harry just stares down at her, emerald eyes glowing with power. But Tonks isn't truly afraid of him, not anymore. She loves him now. And sure, part of that love IS fear... part of her is still scared... but that's healthy. Harry is a scary individual these days, and Tonks made the mistake of thinking she could change him. Instead, he'd changed her, and now the shapeshifter would be his slave for the rest of her life, the chains around her very soul itself settling in as Harry's mark, a rune of old magic that meant 'ownership', flared into existence on Tonks' abdomen, right above her womb.

As she kneels there, sucking her Master's cock, Tonks has never been happier. She can't help but internally laugh at how stupid everyone else was to think less of her Master, just because of something as silly as a little dark magic. Harry was right where he belonged, doing what he should be doing... that is, doing whatever he wanted. And Tonks was right there with him, at his side, ready to carry out his will most happily.

She would serve Harry James Potter for the rest of her days. She would serve her Lord... until he had no further use for her.

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