Games are done

One nightmarish year later...

The old abandoned and forgotten Manor that the two Slytherin buy with the Potter money had become a den of depravity, its once decrepit now restored halls echoing with the sounds of depraved debauchery. Crabbe and Goyle reigned supreme, their collection of captive witches mere playthings to be used and abused at their cruel whims.

Lily and Susan, the redhead beauties, had been thoroughly broken, serving as mindless, obedient breeding stock. Their delicate bodies bore the evidence of their masters' brutality - swollen bellies heavy with their bastard offspring.

Fleur and Gabrielle, the proud veela sisters, had fared little better. Fleur's defiant spirit had been crushed, her once-radiant beauty marred by the ravages of Goyle's ****. Gabrielle, on the other hand, had learned to play the game, her sly compliance earning her a modicum of comfort - though her soul remained as tarnished as her sister's.

Jasmine and Violet, the Potter twins, had been transformed into feral, animalistic creatures - their minds warped by Crabbe's dark magic. Jasmine, her mind reduced to that of a dog, eagerly submitted to her master's every twisted desire. Violet, with the mind of a cat, alternated between aloof indifference and savage clawing fits, her once-gentle spirit broken.

And then there was Harriet - the former Boy-Who-Lived, now a mere vessel for Crabbe and Goyle's depraved lust. Her once-proud spirit had been shattered, her body a receptacle for their seed, her womb swollen with the evidence of their twisted "competition."

Rounding out the harem were the Greengrass sisters - Astoria, a wanton slu-t who reveled in her depraved servitude, and Daphne, the ice queen who maintained an icy facade, even as she was subjected to unspeakable acts.

The two brute **** the sisters to become their trophy wife, as a distinction due to their pure blood.

Astoria eagerly obey and wed Crabbe, as for Daphne since she has **** she complied, but with no emotion like always.

Day in and day out, the manor echoed with the sounds of feminine screams and masculine grunts of satisfaction, as Crabbe and Goyle indulged their every twisted, sadistic whim. The once-noble bloodlines had been forever tainted, their scions reduced to nothing more than playthings for the amusement of their cruel overlords.

Harry finally wake up from this nightmare, founding a book about memory charm on his nightstand, he quickly found the page about the obliviate and learn it in order to forget what he just dreamed about.

After few hours of intense work he understood the spell enough to use it to make himself forget this nightmare, once he was cleaned from that horrible memory he didn't remember why but he felt the need to clean his body and since it was dawn he decided to take a bath, he was happy to see the room making appear a huge pool sized bathtubs.