Mass Conversion

Harry wandered the halls of Hogwarts, visiting every single classroom, dorm, anywhere that might have people in it. After a sentence, they were all converted into his identical slaves. He sent them all to the Great Hall to wait for him.

Soon, he was standing outside the Headmaster's office. He knew the password, of course, because he told himself that he knew it.

"Blood Pops." He said to the Gargoyle. It stared at him with its stone eyes, before slowly revolving away, revealing the staircase up. Quickly ascending, he knocked on the door.

"Come in, Harry." Said the voice of Dumbledore. The door swung open on its own, revealing the room to Harry. He was very curious what Dumbledore's perception of events was, now that everyone else in the school was one of his identical sex-slaves.

"To what do I owe the honour of your visit, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Just wondering how running the school was going, Professor?" Harry inquired.

"School, my boy? Hogwarts hasn't been a school since... well, since before you came here!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"Explain." Harry said, interested.

"Well, you already know this Harry, but if you insist. When you arrived, the Wizarding World realised what a huge debt it owed you for saving us from Voldemort when you were only a baby. It was decided that Hogwarts should become your own personal Harem. Every student decided to become your devoted ****, and a great transfiguration ritual was enacted, transforming everyone in Hogwarts aside from me and yourself into your slaves. Indeed, everyone who steps into these halls now becomes another **** for you, my boy."

"And why weren't you transformed, Professor?"

"It was decided that my knowledge and intellect was better served aiding the rest of the Wizarding World in creating a new prestigious school for young wizards and witches, so that our way of life can be passed on."

Harry considered this. If that was true, Dumbledore seemed rather essential to the continued survival of Wizarding Britain. However...

"You are another one of my identical slaves." Harry didn't particularly care about the continued survival of Wizarding Britain.

Ten seconds later, and Harry was the only person in Hogwarts who wasn't a ****. Harry took the hand of his newest ****, and guided her down the steps and out of the Headmaster's office.

When they arrived in the Great Hall, it was full to bursting of identical, beautiful slaves. Each of them was unrecognisable as their former selves, and equally unrecognisable as Hermione Granger. And each of them wanted nothing but to serve him, and pleasure him, and if Dumbledore had been correct, every time someone visited Hogwarts, he would get a new ****.

"Hogwarts is my castle," He said, "built entirely for my pleasure." Instantly, the Great Hall transformed, and where the head table had once been lay instead a giant, fit-for-a-king bed. Various sex toys were scattered around, from the mundane to the ****.

Grabbing the nearest ****, Harry pushed her down on his cock. He gestured another one over to squeeze her tits, while another came up to kiss him, while another five carried him and the other slaves to the bed. There he lay down while one **** impaled herself on his cock, moaning in pleasure as he thrust himself in and out of her. Three more slaves approached him, stroking his body and kissing various parts of it.

He had transformed an entire castle into his beautiful, obedient slaves, each of them forgetting their past lives and remembering nothing but complete service to him, their Lord and Master. And as he came into one of his completely identical, completely interchangeable slaves, he knew that this was just the beginning. He wanted more than even this. It would only take one sentence, if he wanted it to, but he wanted to savour it. He would go everywhere, tell everyone their new role, and every single person in Britain, every single person in the world, they would all mould themselves into their perfect shape, his sex-slaves forever. He would never find out which **** had been Hermione, which had been Ginny, which had been Ron, which had been Dumbledore. They would all get lost in the never-ending sea of slaves servicing him, each of them wanting nothing more than for him to use them, to fuck them until they could barely speak anymore.

Harry came.