The end of the Triwizard tournament

As he Impacted the hard ground, his breathe being driven from his body, Harry realized something had gone wrong. As he struggled to his feet, he looked around trying to figure out where he was. It was a graveyard of some kind, and for some reason it looked familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen it.

However, before he could think on it any longer, a feminine groan of pain sounded from behind him. Turning he recognized the prone form of his girlfriend, the French champion, Fleur Delacour.

Worried he rushed to her side, "Fleur! Are you OK? Can you move?"

"I'm fine 'Arry, just winded", even as she spoke the unnaturally beautiful French witch was struggling to her feet. After taking a quick look around, she turned back to her boyfriend. "Where are we?"

"I don't know, I think I've seen this place before but I can't remember where. We need to get out of here, find the cup?" He replied, and then moved off, searching for the cup that brought them there.

Fleur watched him for a second, before going off in a different direction to search for what they hoped would be the way out.

Unseen by either teen, Peter Pettigrew lurked among the tombstones carrying the decrepit form of his master, Lord Voldemort. Tracking the French half breed, Peters wand started to glow a sickly green as he prepared a killing curse, until a rasping voice from the bundle in his arms stopped him. "No you fool, stun her. We'll use her against Potter."

Following his master's command, a streak of red flashed from the end of his wand, striking the unaware French witch in the back, instantly dropping her to the ground. With his target incapacitated, Peter moved in, pocketing her wand, and binding her arms behind her back before conjuring a gag and securing it in her mouth, taking the opportunity to cop a feel of Fleur's large, firm breasts.

With the Veela secured, Pettigrew stalked off looking for Harry. Coming up behind the teen it was just as easy to stun him as it had been his girlfriend. Now that both were taken care of, Peter brought them both to the centre of the graveyard where a large cauldron waited.

As Pettigrew finished preparations for the ritual, Voldemort was deep in thought. The Veelas presence was an unexpected complication, but it also presented a unique opportunity based on an old obscure spell he had rediscovered years ago.

His original plan was to offer Potter a place in his ranks upon his return, and if that failed kill him. While he would have preferred to use the imperious curse to ensure Potter wouldn't be a problem, the younger man had proven quite resistant to mind control of various kinds. But this old spell could bypass basically any protections, the only downside was that it required another person who shared an emotional connection, and Potter had delivered his girlfriend right to them. "Are you done yet Wormtail? Or are you that useless?" He scathingly asked his cowardly servant.

"Y-y-yes my lord,everything is ready." He nervously replied.

"Well than, get on with it", The dark Lord ordered, and thought to himself "at least this pathetic excuse for a wizard won't be around much longer."

Pettigrew clutched the stump of his arm and watched as the cauldron containing the dark lords temporary body was consumed by a column of thick smoke. Unsure of the outcome until it began to dissipate and in the centre stood the Dark Lord Voldemort, fully restored, and also embarrassingly for Peter, completely nude. Pale white, no discernable nose or ears, leanly built, but with a monstrous cock standing proudly before him.

The rasping voice of the dark Lord refocused Peters attention, " my wand Wormtail."

Rushing to his master's side, Wormtail handed the pale yew wand over. With his gaze still firmly on the floor, the cowardly wizard didn't notice the sickly green glow erupt from the wand tip, and wash over his body, throwing him back through a tombstone and into the darkness.

As the dust settled,Voldemorts attention turned back to his two "guests", and with a grim smirk, the dark Lord went to work preparing them to serve him.

Slowly regaining consciousness Harry was unable to completely shake free the fogginess cloudinghis thoughts, and as such couldn't identify the loud squelching sounds from his right. However, as soon as he turned his head, he understood. The first thing he noticed, Lord Voldemort had risen, an ugly almost snake-like head with no recognizable nose or ears, with extremely pale, leanly built, but powerful body.

The second thing Harry noticed, after the fact that he was completely nude, was the stupefied expression on Fleur's face as the Dark Lord pummeled her dripping pussy with what appeared to be a monstrously large cock. Harry watched, mesmerized as every thrust from Voldemort had her large,perfectly shaped breasts bouncing wildly. While he held her in the air, hands hooked under her knees, spreading them wide and providing an unobstructed view of her tight, shaved pussy wrapped around the Dark Lords thick shaft.

Unable to do anything but watch as his girlfriend was brutally pummeled by his mortal enemy, Harry didn't notice as the spells Voldemort wove through his body while he was **** went to work, the first: latching onto his feelings for Fleur and then rebounding all throughout Harrys mind, warping his thoughts, feelings, and loyalties.

The second: was targeted specifically towards making him completely obedient to the Dark Lord. It was completely undetectable, important for when they were sent back and the old fool got to examine them, it was also affected by the targets emotional/mental state. And this is the reason Voldemort had deigned to engage in relations with the Veela, the longer he fucked her, and the more she submitted the more obedient Harry would be in the end.

As Harry continued to watch, he noticed more details about his girlfriend, sweat rolling down her skin, taking particular interest in one as it rolled down her breast to hang off one dainty nipple, before falling. As his gaze travelled further south, he noticed her hips subtly rolling back into the Dark Lords hips in time with his thrusts, and as his gaze swept down her long, sculpted legs, he noticed her tiny, black and dark pink, lace thong dangling from one of her dainty ankles. He recognized it as part of the set she bought as part of his Christmas present. The thought of her getting fucked in that further emphasized the Dark Lords newfound ownership over the two teens.

However any further observations were prevented by a raspy voice, "see something you like Potter?"

Startled, Harry's eyes flicked up to Voldemorts face, his lipless mouth curved in a cruel smirk.

Quickly swallowing the lump in his throat, Harry nervously answered. "What do you want Tom?"

Narrowing his eyes at the mention of his old name, Voldemort stilled his movements, the Veela impaled on his cock immediately protesting with soft, needy wimpers, one arm rising to hook behind the powerful wizards neck before tilting her head and placing soft sensual kisses on the underside of his jaw.

"Don't say that name ever again! as for what I want. I want you to join me, together we can rule the world. You can live a life of luxury, never want for anything. Get **** for any wrongdoing. All you have to do is surrender."

Usually, Harry would stand firm and reject the dark Lord immediately, but those spells Harry was unaware of were quickly changing his personality. The thought of a life with every desire fufilled, and **** on the Dursley's was almost too tempting to pass up, almost. Hesitantly he shook his head negative.

Upon seeing Potter's rejection,Voldemorts eyes narrowed as his frustration spiked for a moment, but he calmed down a moment later. After all the spell was guaranteed to work eventually, and while in the past he had never been concerned with sex, fucking this gorgeous little Veela was starting to change his mind. So turning her into his own personal cocksleeve would be a fruitful endeavour while the spell did its job on her boyfriend.

With his course of action decided, the Dark Lord turned his attention back to the naked witch in his arms, leaning down to capture her lips in a demanding kiss, his tongue flicking across her lips demanding access, which was quickly granted as her tongue came out to meet his in a battle for dominance. Which was short lived, as he started fucking her grasping pussy with long, powerful thrusts. Drawing gasps of pleasure from the younger woman, allowing his tongue to dominate hers, plundering the corners of her mouth.

As he watched Fleur being fucked in front of him, Harry couldn't help but watch, and embarrassingly he felt his arousal rising. Unknown to him as Voldemorts spells made him more subservient he also became more submissive, the sight of Voldemort taking his girlfriend, and the thought of watching as Voldemort took all the other women in his life, he felt his cock rising. His mind wandered to images of the Dark Lord fucking all those he knew.

Hermione, Ginny and Luna on their knees servicing the snake-like wizard in the headmasters office, Dumbledore's corpse laying in the background. Cho, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie being taken under the showers in the changing rooms. Tonks and Andromeda bent over the back of their couch taking turns being buggered by the powerful wizard. Fleur's mother and sister laying on a French style bed spread leaking cum from their gaping pussies as a heavily pregnant Fleur rode the Dark Lords cock reverse cowgirl style, instinctively Harry knew he wasn't the father, which only further drove his lust higher. And the final image, a resurrected Lily Potter screaming in pleasure as Voldemort plowed her doggystyle above James Potter's grave.

The barrage of images in his brain pushed him over the edge, and with a loud groan he came, his pitiful cock throbbing as a meager load seeped from his slit to drop to the ground.

Coming down from his high, Harry focused on the face of the Dark Lord as he made out with the French witch.

Feeling eyes on him, Voldemorts eyes flicked to his mortal enemy, noticing the defeated look in his face and the small dribble of cum dripping from his cock. Smiling into the kiss, Voldemort flicked his tongue one more time before withdrawing, Fleurs mouth chasing a short distance trying to capture his mouth once again.

" So Potter do you agree now?"

Voldemort had barely finished speaking when Harry hurriedly replied "yes, I'll join you. I just ask two things."

" And what would those be, hmmm?" The amused dark Lord replied, before groaning as Fleurs pussy gave a particularly powerful squeeze around his cock.

Breathlessly Harry answered, " I want watch as you claim everyone I know."

Caught off guard at just how broken Harry's spirit was, Voldemort thought about his request. While never really into sex, if that was the price to pay for Potter's submission, and honestly fucking this French Veela might have been enough to change his outlook anyway, it was worth the price. But before he could think on it anymore, Voldemort remembered Harry had two demands.

" I'm sure I can manage that, what's your second request?"

At that, Harry paused. Even as much as his mind had been conditioned to submit to Voldemort, what he was thinking about asking pushed against the limits. But then the images from a few moments ago flashed through his mind again, but one scene etched itself into his brain. Imagining his girlfriend, heavily pregnant by another wizard (likely Voldemort himself) bouncing in the Dark Lords lap with her face contorted in extasy, as her mother and sister laid in the back ground, with Voldemorts sperm likely racing towards their own fertile wombs.

Then flashing new images, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Cho, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Andromeda, Tonks, Appoline, Gabrielle,Fleur and Lily all heavily pregnant and getting fucked by Voldemort in various positions and locations.

Hanging his head in defeat, or was it relief? Either way whatever he said next was too quiet for Voldemort to hear over Fleurs moans, "What was that Potter?"

Gathering himself, Harry basically screamed as he repeated himself. " When you take them, I want you completely take them, make their bellies swell with your seed!"

If Voldemort was surprised at Harry's earlier request, he was down right dumbfounded at this one. And then the wheels in his brain started turning as his mind went to work trying to predict how it would work if he agreed. He had not thought about children in decades, since shortly after leaving Hogwarts in fact. But as he thought about it, he could see several advanteges, most obviously was that it would get Potter on his side, basically guaranteeing his victory over Dumbledore, and therefore his immortality. But also, it would allow the great, noble house of Slytherin spread again, and worst comes to worst, allow his legacy to continue in the event of his ****.

With his mind made up, Voldemort refocused on the bound teen. " Alright Potter, I agree to your terms."

Hearing Voldemorts response, Harry felt nothing but elation, his new greatest desires where going to be fufilled. And as he thought about, he felt his cock harden once more.

With an agreement reached, Voldemort turned his attention back to the beautiful witch in his arms, releasing one of her legs allowing it to fall for her to stand on, his now free hand slid gently up the side of her body before wrapping around to take hold of one of her firm breasts, tweaking the small pink nipple between his fingers. Bending his neck to put his mouth next to her ear, he softly whispered to the horny witch, " what kind of contraceptive are you on?"

Basking in the pleasure dominating from her dripping pussy, and sensitive breasts, it took Fleur a moment to even realize the question had been asked. As she processed the question, she recognized the intent behind it, but found herself not caring, if anything she was looking forward to it. Softly replying " just the regular charm, if you give me a wand I'll get rid of it."

Smirking at her willingness, Voldemort wordlessly, and wandlessly summoned his wand, which flew from its resting place to firmly land in his open palm. Holding the magical implement in front of the Veelas face waiting for her to take it. Usually he would never allow his wand to be used by another, at least, not while he had a fully functioning body. But seeing as how she had submitted to him, the wand would likely allow her to channel magic through it, as long as it wasn't in an attempt to harm him anyway.

Taking the wand from her new master, Fleur quickly cast the counter spell to her contraceptive charm. As she felt the warmth spread through her lower body, Fleur cast the wand aside and then gazed longingly up at Voldemort. "It's done, go ahead, give me everything."

As his wand sailed through the air,Voldemort smirked, and then focused all his efforts on powerfully fucking his newly claimed pet. Tightening his grip on her breast and leg, he really started thrusting, his hips meeting her large,perky ass with repeated meaty claps. As his cock sawed in and out of her grasping snatch, even Harry could hear the wet "schlick" with every motion. And her breathe shortened, coming in rapid, ragged bursts.

Bound to the tombstone, Harry could do nothing, (not that he would even dream of stopping it if he could), as he watched his girlfriend being brutally fucked before his eyes, his cock throbbing with anticipation of what was to come.

As Voldemort continued pounding the French witches tight pussy, he was aware that he would need to wrap this up soon, otherwise Dumbledore would realize something was amiss, and begin investigating.

Keeping that fact in mind, he focused on pushing himself to completion as soon as possible, the longer he had to think about knocking up unearthly beautiful blonde, the more attached to the idea he was. And focusing on his end goal, he soon found himself on the edge, a few moments later and he couldn't stop himself, his long smooth thrusts, became short erratic thrusts and then his massive cock throbbed as he erupted, filling the Veelas fertile, and now unprotected womb with his cum.

Feeling her master filling her with cum pushed Fleur over her own edge, her entire body seizing as she came. Her mouth dropping open with a wordless scream. Her tight pussy spasming around the massive shaft as she felt the warmth of his seed spreading through her body, and then shuddering as her pussy spasmed one last time as she squirted, spraying their combined juices onto the ground.

As he watched his girlfriend orgasm on their new masters cock, Harry joined her in bliss, his load spilling onto the ground before him, before he slumped homelessly in his bonds, exhausted.

Tiredly, Voldemort released his grip on Fleur's remaining leg, allowing her to stand on her own shaky legs, which promptly gave out, only Voldemorts grip preventing her from falling completely. As she stood leaning on her master for support, she peppered his chest with light, lingering kisses, her tongue tracing invisible lines across him.

Chuckling, the Dark Lord gave her a soft smack on the ass, drawing a small yelp from the teen. "Down girl,we'll have plenty of time to play later, but we need to get you two ready to return, get dressed and then I'll plant fake memories to fool the old man."

Sticking her bottom lip out as if she was pouting, Fleur turned to look for her scattered clothing, making sure to sway her hips way more than necessary. Amusedly watching for a moment, Voldemort reached out and gave her ass another swat, his hand lingering to slid a finger in between her cheeks to lightly probe her virgin asshole, "no time for that, if you're good we'll have some fun back here next time."

Walking away from the exited witch, Voldemort released Harry from his bindings, before retrieving both the teens wands from where he had stashed them earlier.

Returning, he noticed that they were both dressed, as he handed back their wands, Fleur pressed her soaked thong into his palm, "that's to show you own me now."

Chuckling at her antics, he pulled her in for one more kiss, " don't worry you'll see me this summer, after All I did promise your boyfriend you'd be pregnant. Got to make sure it sticks. Now get ready, i'm going to implant fake memories so no one will be able to tell what actually occurred."

Albus Dumbledore was worried, two of the champions had been in the maze for a worryingly long time, so much so that he was seriously considering sending Alastor and Severus in to look for them. However,as he went to stand up, a soft "whoosh" could be heard, and then the crowd erupted in chorus of cheers.

As he saw the two champions standing there unharmed, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. However, despite his relief at them returning unharmed, the was still worried, and so reached out into Harry's mind with legimancy. As soon as he found the memories of the maze he let out a soft chuckle as the twinkle in his eyes returned full ****. "Teens will be teens, Harry deserves a bit of happiness, although hopefully they'll cause less heart attacks in any future "rendevous."

Harry and Fleur were walking hand in hand through one of the castles many corridors, having just come from the Griffindor party celebrating Harry's shared win of the Triwizard tournament. As they walked, they were both deep in thought, the winnings from the tournament, and the adulation from their classmates were meaningless.

Harry was looking forward to watching both asthe Dark Lord claimed more of the women around him, and hopefully, as Fleur swelled with his child. Looking over,he could see Fleurs free hand lightly stroking over her flat stomach, no doubt imaging the same thing.