Sensitive

Amelia watched with more than a little curiosity at the show that was taking place before her. Harry Potter was shouting NO as he hunched over and tried to cover his now exposed groin with his hands. Bellatrix was squealing as she went from dropping Harry's pants to collapsing to the floor her body quaking uncontrollably.

Dobby the House Elf was off to the side, forgotten by the humans, as he worriedly watched what was going on. Clutching the magic ring that made things happen he wondered what he could do to make this situation better for The Great Harry Potter, who didn't seem to be happy about being pantsed. Old Bad Master Malfoy had been very concerned with his small penis, he'd take potions and tried enchantments to make his penis bigger. Young bad Master Malfoy had spent a lot of time playing with his penis which he seemed to think was gigantic. Dobby knew it wasn't. Dobby knew both former Master Malfoy's were smaller than The Great Harry Potter. Dobby was a little confused about why The Great Harry Potter was concerned about his penis, it was quite large... unless it wasn't. Dobby wondered if there was some wizard that had a better penis then The Great Harry Potter that made The Great Harry Potter feel inadequate.

Dobby could fix that.

Grabbing his magic ring that let him fix things Dobby made sure that The Great Harry Potter had always had the largest cock in the United Kingdom. Unfortunately for Dobby his wording needed a little work. Rubeus Hagrid might be a half giant but he was also still a wizard. Dobby's magic reworking of reality meant that Harry Potter had been born exceptionally gifted and as he had grown he'd gotten bigger and bigger until he was finally larger than Rubeus Hagrid.

Amelia Bones found she couldn't make a sound. She could only stare. Stare at the magnificent cock that was before her. Harry Potter's large cock was before her and hung between his legs down past his knees. The young man was bent over and was trying to cover it with one hand over top the other. But his hands were unable to obscure all of his cock, she could clearly see the head of his cock. Amelia swallowed as she took in what little of the deep purple glans she could see peeking out of his foreskin. Amelia could not help the low groan she let out when she realized that she was witnessing Harry while he was flaccid. She almost felt light headed when she considered what he would look like when he was fully erect. Amelia whimpered when the mental image of Harry Potter bottoming out insider her flitted through her mind.

Deeply embarrassed Harry bent down and grabbed his pants. He took the time to carefully pull his pants up if he wasn't careful with how he situated his dick it would often get pinched or chafed by what he was wearing. There was no point in wearing underwear as briefs couldn't contain him and he hung out the end of boxer shorts. He chanced a look up at Amelia as he did up his pants. She was staring at him with wider than wide eyes and her formerly flushed red complexion was now a stunned white. Harry looked away from Amelia and spared a look at Bellatrix who was quaking, writhing and barely breathing on the floor of the cell they were in.

Clearing his throat he gestured to Bellatrix, "Wha- what happened to her?"

Amelia blinked, shifting her attention to Bellatrix. She was slowly able to process what it was she was seeing. And rather than get mentally sidetracked with erotic fantasies Amelia kept her eyes on Bellatrix. "Uh... She is your ****. You acknowledged ****. And acted against your wishes, she essentially 'attacked' you. The Potter family magic is, urm, disciplining her." Amelia gestured to Bellatrix, "It will end when you've deemed her punished enough."

"Do I... Do I say enough or does magic just know when I think she's had enough?" Harry asked with a frown looking at the way Bellatrix acted like a landed fish, flopping about and gasping for air.

"The Great Harry Potter must decide when. The Great Harry Potter can say it or not say it." Dobby said as Amelia didn't seem to know the answer.

Harry flinched and turned to look at the corner Dobby was standing in. "Dobby. Oh, Dobby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. Ar-are you okay? You weren't here when I got here... so I guess you got caught by Madame Bones wards. You weren't hurt were you?"

Dobby beamed at the concern The Great Harry Potter was showing him. "Dobby is fine. Dobby is fine. The Great Harry Potter doesn't need to worry about Dobby."

"But I got you in trouble." Harry nodded his head towards Madame Bones then shrugged, "Well, it probably would have been helpful if you had waited for me to say how we should get here." harry quickly waved his hands at Dobby, "But that doesn't mean you did anything wrong or need to punish yourself or anything."

The Great Harry Potter was so kind as to be worried about Dobby. Dobby couldn't help but tear up.

Harry turned and looked at Bellatrix and said, "Enough. You've been punished enough." he then leaned in and watched as Bellatrix stilled and lay sprawled on the floor barely breathing. Harry looked up at Amelia and then over to Dobby, "Is she okay? D-do I need to do something? Should we get a... a medic?"

"Let's give her a moment." Amelia spoke up. Seeing the way Harry was quick to look away from her Amelia knew she had to say something. of course things got off to a rocky start when the word Mister came out as, "Master Potter."

Amelia groaned and rolled her eyes, her new compulsions as a **** of House Potter already working on her. It seemed she would be adding the word Master every time she addressed him formerly,"Master Potter... about what happened with Bellatrix exposing you...."

"Oh merlin." Harry muttered and face palmed.

"I merely wanted to say that-"

Harry chopped the air with his hand, "I know. I'm a freak."

Amelia took a step back. "Wh- why would you say that?"

Harry groaned and shook his head. "NO. I know. I know. I'm not a freak of nature. I know." Harry rubbed his hands over his face, "Hermione would be mad at me if she heard me repeating that shite the Dursley's told me. And Madam Pomfrey explained there wasn't anything wrong with me." Harry dropped his hands from his face and gave her a look that was pleading, "I'd just like to be normal every once and awhile."

Amelia sighed and looking down at her nakedness, over to the naked Bellatrix on the floor and then finally to a red faced Harry. "I think Master Potter that for you this is normal." She couldn't help but try to put a positive spin on things, the Hufflepuff in her demand she try and help her new Master's state of mind. "I would like to point out that your current predicament is a step up from a Dark Lord trying to kill you."

Harry gave a humorless chuff, "Just wait until Hermione hears about this."

Any of the other questions that were percolating in her mind were waylaid as Amelia joined harry in looking at Bellatrix who was trying to rouse herself off of the floor. She knew she shouldn't but Amelia couldn't help twist the knife, "Enjoy yourself Bella?"

Murmuring unintelligibly to herself Bellatrix propped herself up on shaking arms and staring at Amelia and Harry she blinked unseeing eyes at them.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know that would happen. But you shouldn't have attacked me like that either. So... don't do it again."

Bellatrix just stared at them.

"Master Potter." Amelia pointed to Bellatrix, "I think you need to command your ****."

Harry winced but nodded his head. "Bellatrix. Tell me what happened to you.... And tell me if you are okay."

Bellatrix answered in a distracted monotone, "I was orgasming, constantly orgasming. Over and over. Never stopping, never ending until my nerves were raw and my muscles ached and I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I couldn't see. It wasn't pain. It's wasn't pleasure. It was beyond both. I only knew I was existing because I was still feeling those orgasms over and over again. The only way I knew I existed was as an extension of my cunt. The only part of me that mattered was the only thing that I could feel, I didn't matter only my cun-"

"That's enough. Thank you. Please stop Bellatrix." Harry looked at Bellatrix with concern and then turned those concerned eyes onto Amelia.

As Bellatrix shut up and stared into nothingness with the occasional muscle twitch Amelia considered the woman and her punishment. She looked at Harry, "Well, it is an interesting way to remind your sex **** that she is your sex ****. Strip her off any feeling but the part that she's useful for and then over-sensitize it."

Harry was at a loss for words and eventually just shook his head. "Christ. I didn't... I wouldn't... That wasn't me!" He pointed at Bellatrix.

Amelia inclined her head, "I don't doubt. That was the Potter family magics acting in your defense." Amelia looked around and considered. "Perhaps it would be best if we to adjourn to someplace where could study what is written down about the Potter Family and their house's magic."

"Right. Good idea." harry nodded his head. "We should go... wherever."

Amelia looked down at her naked body, then at Bellatrix and then at the wall behind Harry. "We still need to introduce you to your last ****, Master. Narcissa is just on the other side of that wall after all."

"I... shit. I forgot about her. What with all going on." harry rubbed his brow. "Shit."

"No sense putting it off, Master, let's just crack on." Amelia said with out an ounce of sympathy.