Chapter 161 - My SI Stash #61 - Unscarred by TroyX (Harry Potter)

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Chapter 1+2 (exceptional)

I startled awake, bellowing as I blew my load.

After about half a minute, my breathing began to slow, and I blinked the stars out of my eyes, only to jerk in shock at the sight that greeted me.

Emma Watson was kneeling between my legs, licking my c.u.m from her lips as she stroked my softening d.i.c.k. "Hello, handsome!" she said, in a voice far too sultry to actually be Emma Watson's. "I know your name of course, but trust me, you don't know mine. You see, I'm not actually Emma Watson--"

"Clearly," I mumble, as this is obviously a dream.

"--but am a being far beyond your comprehension- Wait, what? What do you mean, clearly?" She breaks herself off in a huff. God, who knew Emma Watson's face looked that good when sulking? "Oh, right, you think this is a dream. Well, that's enough of that!"

And just like that, I knew it wasn't a dream. Some change came over my mindset right then, and I somehow knew this was real. "Uh... wait, don't tell me, are you a Random Omnipotent Bitch-- er, Being?"

Not!Emma tittered. "Don't be shy, babe, I'm mostly definitely a bitch. I'm your bitch, and don't you want to rut your horny bitch in heat?" I stammered incoherently, but my d.i.c.k shot back up to full hardness as she propped herself up on her elbows, revealing heavy jugs with hard, fat n.i.p.p.l.es poking at me. "That's what I thought! First, let's make this a little more fun."

She held up her hand, and there was a dramatic flash as a wand straight out of Harry Potter appeared in her grasp. She touched the tip to my d.i.c.k and said, "D.i.c.kARDium, BiggeroSA!"

Nothing happened. Despite myself, I said, "It's BiggerOsa, not BiggeroSA." Her gaze turned sharply from my d.i.c.k to my face, and I immediately regretted my speaking.

But Not!Emma trilled in laughter again. "Haha! I knew there was a reason I liked you! D.i.c.kARDium BiggerOsa!"

Amazingly, my hard-on expanded, lengthening and thickening, rearing up from between my thighs as it strained towards the darkness-shrouded ceiling. The experience was extremely pleasurable, but also extremely gratifying to watch. My d.i.c.k was now a massive curved pillar that had to be about a foot and a half long, and definitely thick around as a soda can, at least. Prec.u.m bubbled from the tip liberally, running down the pulsing shaft.

Not!Emma purred delightedly and licked up and down my shaft kittenishly as I groaned bestially. The pleasure my d.i.c.k was experiencing now was many times more than what I used to feel from stimulation. Running her tongue back up to my swollen, fist-sized glans, she opened her mouth and sucked my knob between her cheeks. I threw my head back, almost banging it into my headboard, crying out in bliss as she nursed.

"Mmmm, tasty!" she said a few seconds later, after pulling off. "Now, I know you'd like the full-body treatment, amirite?" She began running her hands all over my chest, stroking and massaging gently, and miraculously, my flesh rippled and changed under her touch. Shapeless torso became bulging muscles, and I literally felt my feet sliding down the bed as I grew taller. I felt a great weight between my thighs now, as my nuts swelled in size, and then I felt long curls of hair falling upon my shoulders.

"Oh, hell yes!" I half-grinned, half-gaped. I paused. "I hope this comes with all the p.o.r.n physics I could ever need... right?"

"Of course!" Not!Emma smirked roguishly at me. "In fact, I'll demonstrate." She literally floated off the bed, up until she was hovering over my crotch. Without her nuzzling it, my d.i.c.k snapped back to thrust out more or less parallel to my torso, the apple-sized c.o.c.khead dripping hot sticky prec.u.m six inches down onto my pecs. I gripped my fat shaft, m.o.a.ning slightly at the exquisite pleasure just that light touch stimulated, and marveled for a minute at how thick and meaty my c.o.c.k was now. My fingers, even though my hand was clearly broader to match my increased musculature and height, couldn't quite meet around it.

But I only marveled for a moment, before pushing my slab up to point directly at Not!Emma's slick, glistening p.u.s.s.y. She mewled, and lowered until my knob was teasing the entrance to her puffy cunt, and we both m.o.a.ned. Then she hurled herself down on me. I screamed out in delirious rapture as my c.o.c.k split her open, driving deep inside her slippery, heated silk passage, and Not!Emma's near-orgasmic cry was just as loud, if shriller.

As soon as she hilted my tremendous shlong inside her, a feral instinct took over me. I seized her waist and rolled us over so that I was lying on top of her. She cried out in surprised delight, and then her shrieks broke up into a staccato chorus of ecstasy as I began pummeling her juicy cunt. Loud fleshy slaps filled the air, rapidly becoming obscenely squelchy, as we f.u.c.k.i.e.d, Not!Emma bucking her h.i.p.s up into my pounding thrusts.

I was in absolute heaven, barely aware of my surroundings and unable to even fully appreciate the astonishing changes that had happened to me. Instead, intense rapture was crashing over me in tidal waves; the act of f.u.c.k.i.n.g itself felt ten times as good as a full orgasm once had for me. I could feel her hot tight f.u.c.ksleeve gripping me tightly, my every pulsing vein imprinted into her soaked inner walls, as we slipped and slid together.

Not!Emma seemed almost surprised by how rapidly and forcefully her first climax overtook her, but she had only her own handiwork - in morphing me - to thank. Her body flopped and writhed beneath mine, but I kept jackhammering away. I wasn't even breathing hard, just a steady, harsh pant of l.u.s.t as I went to town on her spasming cunt. I'm not sure how many times she c.u.mmed before I did, nor am I sure how long I pounded her before letting myself c.u.m. And that was just it...I let myself c.u.m. I could have held it back longer, perhaps even indefinitely.

But when I c.u.mmed...damn, did I ever c.u.m. I swear it felt like my d.i.c.k was swelling even fatter with each massive pulse of jizz I felt surging up my enormous shaft before splurting deep inside her hammerspace p.u.s.s.y. (Well, it wasn't so much that her p.u.s.s.y was hammerspace, but that my d.i.c.k could make orifices into temporary hammerspaces, going by what she'd said about giving me p.o.r.n physics.)

My orgasm just keep going and going and going, like I was the Energizer Bunny. That comment about p.o.r.n physics was no joke, it seemed. My mind was blanked with the incredible bliss that wracked my muscular form, until at last my massive babymaker guttered its last dozen jizz-jets, and I groaned out a final time as I relaxed, letting my weight rest fully atop her.

Not!Emma m.o.a.ned deliriously in barely coherent pleasure as she felt my still-hard c.o.c.k twitching inside her, and instinctively pressed sweet kisses to my muscular pecs. Given my increased height now, her head only came up to my chest when we were joined, it seemed.

"Wow," I said, and repeated that a few times. It wasn't sufficient of course, but what else could I say?

Eventually, Not!Emma came around, and beamed at me. "I knew I picked the right guy for this! So, you know what else I like besides s.e.x?"

"More s.e.x?" I offered, and the ROBitch guffawed.

"That too! But also Harry Potter." At the expression on my face, she guffawed again. "Not the guy himself!"

"Don't tell me you're a Draco fangirl," I said dryly.

She giggled. "Nah. I don't do MMF threesomes, hon, no worries about that. It's the Harry Potter story, or more correctly, the setting, that I love. And I know you love it, too. So I'm sending you to that world!"

"Wait, what?" I said.

"Yeah!" she enthused. "Can't wait to see you have fun with magic, and bone all those hot chicks. After we fix things, of course."

"Fix things?" I echoed.

"Fine, you caught me. After you fix things," she said, and I blinked again. "I'm gonna divinely instill in you magic aptitude more than double the strength of Voldemort and Dumbledore combined, plus automatic training in using them, as though you've had decades of experience and education. Then! You are going to the year 1981. In the Harry Potter world. An alternate Harry Potter world, I might add, and not only because you'll be changing things...but you'll see what I mean in a bit. Now then, off you go!"

I felt my body tingling as the world vanished from my view, and before I could object, both my bedroom and the ROBitch were gone. It occurred to me that I didn't even know her name.

As the world began solidifying around me again, I heard her voice in my mind. Not!Emma works great, babe...

Note: As always, in all my stories, all characters are 18+

Chapter 2

As Not!Emma's last words faded from my mind, the world finally snapped into focus. I was standing on a narrow street of foreboding homes, that I didn't recognize.

And moreover, I was n.a.k.e.d.

My tall, muscular form was sheened in sweat, and the moonlight glistened from my juice-coated d.i.c.k, which swayed gently between my knees. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but fortunately there was no one about. I belatedly noticed that, despite standing on cobblestones with lots of strewn pebbles and dirt, the soles of my feet weren't at all uncomfortable. A nice side effect of Not!Emma's p.o.r.n physics, I presumed.

The other big thing was the wand in my hand. It was a long thing, though not quite as long as my d.i.c.k. Well, okay, it was longer than my flaccid d.i.c.k, which hung "only" to my knees. Certainly nowhere near as thick.

Wood of pear, core of dragon heartstring, 16 inches, springy rather than rigid.

I jerked slightly as the knowledge floated out of my memory. And it was memory - the training that Not!Emma had instilled in me, apparently. I realized that I knew hundreds of spells now, and could sense a sort of...vigor inside me. That must be what powerful internal magic felt like. Maybe not mana, since Harry Potter wizards apparently didn't have mana, from what I knew.

Well, first things first, let's conjure me some clothes. I flicked my wand in what was somehow a very practiced and able gesture, and opened my mouth--

Only to realize that I didn't know a charm for conjuring clothes. Really? For Not!Emma to give me all this power and aptitude, but not to include what must be a fairly basic application--

I didn't forget, baby. But it's really more FUN without it, you'll see!

Her voice floated across my mind, and despite myself, I grinned. Alright, fine. I'll get some clothes later. But for now--

I abruptly realized that the line of low lights up and down the street weren't streetlamps, but jack-o'lanterns. It was Halloween! And...

Oh god. It was 1981. That's what Not!Emma had said. My Harry Potter lore was a bit rusty, but I definitely remembered that. Godric's Hollow is where I needed to be, right?

Not till tomorrow, babe. It's the 30th.

So I have 24 hours, then. Was she just going to magically tell me stuff any time I needed it? That would be...handy, at least.

Her lack of reply told me otherwise, and I rolled my eyes, chuckling despite myself. So a day, huh? Was I supposed to find a hot witch to bone or something? My eyes scanned the street, which was still curiously empty, and then I froze in place, as I saw the address right in front of me.

12 Grimmauld Place.

The House of Black. Weren't the Blacks all dark wizards? Other than Sirius and the other one, what was his name, Regulus. Like Bellatrix. She was a Black. And there were dim lights on in the windows. If Bellatrix was in there - that meant she could be stopped, before she tortured the Longbottoms into insanity.

It was astonishing really, how my mind was just realizing all this with utmost clarity. Not!Emma had a game plan in mind, and was making sure I could easily get it.

"Aberto," I said, swishing my wand at the door, which clicked open. You'd think the House of Black would be better protected than that, but then, I was extremely powerful. With a gifted wand, too. I strode inside; I could hardly sneak around, given the new vigor and confidence surging through my alpha frame.

A screech of anger greeted me, and I saw what could be Kreacher glaring at me before vanishing. I shortly heard his voice from upstairs, yelling of a barbarian invading the home. I instantly Apparated, just as three figures Apparated downstairs around where I had just been. I reappeared in the next room, where I pointed my wand at my eyes and muttered, "Revalo!" The wall become transparent to my sight, and I saw the three Death Eaters frowning as they looked around. One was obviously Bellatrix, and Not!Emma's implanted knowledge told me the others were her husband and brother-in-law, her two co-conspirators in torturing the Longbottoms (although that hadn't happened yet, and wouldn't if I had anything to say about it.)

I gave them no further time to react, but pointed my wand directly at them. A blast of immense force toppled the wall and smashed into the Dark Wizards. Rodolphus and Rabastan fell back, their winds flying out of their hands as rubble weighed down on them, but Bellatrix was not one of Voldemort's most feared followers for no reason. In mid-fall, she Apparated.

I turned and whipped my wand through the air to conjure a glimmering shield of silver force as the woman appeared behind me and launched a curse at me. She looked dumbstruck, first because I easily deflected one of her strongest spells, and secondly cuz I was stark n.a.k.e.d. A stark n.a.k.e.d hunk.

And she's not bad looking herself, is she, babe?

I scowled. She was somewhat attractive, but she's also an evil-as-f.u.c.k sadistic bitch. I am not boning that.

"Avada Kedavra!" I reacted instantly, and Bellatrix barely had time to look even more surprised, before green light swallowed her life force, and she slumped to the floor.

Yells of fury alerted me to the fact that the other two were recovering and saw what had happened, and I Apparated again, even as green light flew through the spot I had previously been. "Sectumsempra!" I cried from my new vantage point, and was satisfied to see both men collapse as deep cuts scoured their flesh. "Expelliarmus!" Rabastan's wand went flying end over end, while Rodolphus had already dropped his wand, but was grasping weakly for it, before it too was blown far out of his reach.

I conjured another silver shield to deflect a shockingly potent attack from Kreacher, who howled in rage as he appeared next to me, but I sn.a.k.e.d my free hand out and grasped his throat, lifting him bodily. "Silencio," I muted him, and while that normally wouldn't stop a house-elf's magic, my spell was strong enough to totally dampen his spells for a short time. Still holding the pathetic creature, I turned back to the men, and wasted no time in finishing them off.

I stood there, breathing heavily, as Kreacher squealed and struggled in my grip. I was at peak human strength thanks to Not!Emma's transformation of me, but my muscles were further reinforced with magic at the moment. "Regulus Black," was all I said.

Instantly, Kreacher went still, and looked slyly at me - and almost murderously. I took immediate advantage and followed up with, "I know he wanted you to destroy the locket. I know how. If you show me where it was, I will help you fulfill your master's last order."

Kreacher went rigid, his eyes widening in shock, before he closed his eyes for a few moments, and nodded. I set him down, and he looked at me skittishly, before rushing through the house. He clearly wasn't running away, merely going to the locket's location, so I followed him at a somewhat slower stride, to the drawing room.

The pitiful house-elf said nothing, but gestured to a glass case. "Thank you, Kreacher," I said. I flicked my wand at the case, and softly said, "Cistem aperio." A burst of white light opened the case, but didn't damage it, as it wasn't warded. Without preamble, I pointed my wand directly at the unassuming locket that had once belonged to one of history's most legendary and notorious wizards.

My incantation was drowned out by the instant gout of purplish flame that flew eagerly from my wand to engulf the entire case. The locket disintegrated, and then the case. I insistently twirled my wand about and forced the Fiendfyre to dissolve after that. My wand didn't much like the spell, and I couldn't blame it, but it was necessary to destroy the Horcrux. Even for me, snuffing my own Fiendfyre spell had required some effort. That was a hungry fire, indeed.

"Nasty n.a.k.e.d man kills mistress, kills masters. But nasty n.a.k.e.d man also is friend to good master Regulus." Kreacher finally spoke, turning the words over in his mouth, trying to understand.

"Good master Regulus was not a friend to Bellatrix, Rabastan, or Rodolphus," I said softly, before Apparating away.

***

I spent the next 24 hours hunting down all the Horcruxes, and using Fiendfyre to destroy them. Every time I thought about taking a break to scrounge up some clothes, Not!Emma's voice urged me onwards. I had to admit there was certainly a thrill in being n.a.k.e.d publicly, and besides, it's not like there was anyone around to see me.

But the last step, after the Horcruxes were disintegrated, was to end Voldemort himself. Only Not!Emma's helpful subconscious-level information guided me to where I needed to go next, and I appeared in some house I didn't recognize, with my target before me.

Peter Pettigrew had highly refined survival instincts, and immediately was in rat form and scurrying away as soon as the pop of displaced air signaled my arrival. He had no idea who or what I was, of course, but cowardice is a useful trait for avoiding danger.

"Accio Peter Pettigrew!" It was almost comical, the way the rat squeaked as it flew through the air to land in my hand, where I firmly grasped it. "You," I said darkly, "are a terrible friend. You've known James Potter almost your whole life, how could you possibly be planning to go tell Voldemort where they..."

I trailed off at something in the rat's eyes. A growing sense of apprehension crept its way up my spine, and I tossed him down to the floor, instantly chanting, "Homorphio!" The rat was forcibly transformed back into a man, crawling pitifully on the ground, and I spat at him, "Petrificus Totalus!" Pettigrew's limbs locked up, and I suppressed a wince as his head banged against the dingy floor. He groaned in pain, but I gave him no time to recover. "You already told Voldemort. Didn't you? Tell me!"

Pettigrew nodded quickly, fear for his life inspiring truthfulness in him. And I could tell, somehow, that he wasn't lying. "F.u.c.k!" I swore. No time to deal further with Pettigrew, and without friends to betray or a master to restore, he was powerless.

He no longer had information to betray, and after tonight, he would have no master to restore either.

***

I Apparated into Godric's Hollow, and beat feet to the Potters' house. Without knowing their Secret, I couldn't see the house, but I knew roughly where it was located - thanks, Not!Emma - and hoped I could beat Voldemort there. Sure enough, there was a figure in a dark, hooded cloak stalking sinisterly down the lane.

"Voldemort!" I called out, perhaps not terribly wisely. The figure drew up short and turned, wand already raising.

He was forced to react with a silver shield as my forceful spell hurtled towards him. Trees bent behind him from the blast. He laughed, throwing back his hood to reveal his snakelike visage. "I know not who you are, uncovered fool, but if you are not willing to kill me, then you have no hope of defeating me...not that you would to begin with. Avada kedavra!"

I leapt out of the way - having reinforced my speed and reflexes as soon as Apparating to this street - as the deadly green light (far more vivid and bright than the Blacks' had been) zipped past me, leaving a chill in its wake. I conjured a lasso of fire, and whipped it about, forming a wall of flames around Voldemort. The Dark Lord only laughed, and stepped through the flames. I dodged another green bolt, and Apparated behind him.

He turned and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" triumphantly. And I saw his vicious snarl of exultation as his killing curse hit home, splashing green light over me.

Or rather, what he thought was me. The power level Not!Emma had gifted me with was sufficient to Apparate and conjure an illusion of myself at the same time. Even as Voldemort was smirking at my illusory corpse, a horizontal geyser of Fiendfyre devoured him. He barely had time to scream before turning to ash. It was harder to arrest the Fiendfyre this time, but I did it, leaving a wide smoking crater in the street. I stood there, panting heavily. This was all so surreal.

Then a house suddenly appeared between two others, and a man - with a very familiar mop of dark hair - came rushing out, wand in hand. He lurched to a stop as he saw the crater and me.

"You and your wife are safe, Mr. Potter," I said, still panting a bit. "Voldemort is dead. Forever."

"What--" James' face went white as he realized that Peter Pettigrew must have betrayed them. "You got him by yourself? Where are all the rest of you?"

I paused. "Well, I'm all, but--"

"Albus?" James sputtered. "As in Dumbledore? I never knew he had a son! I am indebted to you. All the world is."

I opened my mouth to object, but then the world vanished from my sight once more, as Not!Emma spirited me away.