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The Real Wizarding World Chapter Forty-Three

Harry walked into the grand hall of the conclave with Hermione and Emma following behind him. Daphne had suggested he bring Hermione and Emma to the Patil twins to prepare them for the meeting, and he couldn’t be more pleased with the results.

They wore golden silk bikini tops connected by thin gold chains running behind their necks and backs. Around their waists they wore emerald green loin cloths, reaching their ankles. They each wore golden hoop earrings studded with emeralds, golden armbands, and matching gold chokers.

The Patil’s had even taken the time to painstakingly style their hair with intricate braids, gold and emerald beads, and barrettes.

As he looked around the room at the other covens, he couldn’t help but smirk as more than a few of them looked over in his direction, their eyes lingering on his slaves.

He looked around the room next, seeing that no expense was spared on the grand hall. Orbs of light floated in the sky, illuminating the large hall as they gently swayed in the air. The high arched ceilings and walls lined with portraits of past and present magi, along with their slaves. It all screamed wealth, power, and influence.

In the center of the room there was a raised dais with two men and a woman, each sitting on intricately designed thrones, wearing ornate masks, identifying them as the triumvirate. Positioned around them was a seating area designated for each of the seven covens.

With Hermione and Emma in tow, Harry made his way to the seating area for his coven, siting down in the armchair designated for the Magus as Hermione and Emma knelt on the cushions at his feet.

He nodded to Ron, the twins, Neville and Luna as he waited for Krum to show himself. He hadn’t seen him since the last task from their school days, and after everything he had found out about him, he was on his guard, prepared for anything he might attempt.

A few minutes later, just before the start of the meeting, Krum, along with his coven, arrived. Harry observed them carefully, watching as the other coven went silent as they passed, noting the amount of power and influence they had amassed over the years.

Harry could see why Luna had warned him off attacking Krum directly. There was no telling how many coven members he had in his pocket, and how much it would destabilize the covens and the triumvirate if he were simply swept from the board, along with the fallout that would occur if they even suspected his involvement in it.

He followed Krum’s gaze as he walked across the room to his seat, noticing how his eyes lingered on Hermione and Emma as he walked past.

Harry took the time to observe Krum’s slave, and the eerie resemblance she shared with Hermione, or at least how she used to look. He narrowed his eyes, looking carefully. She looked far too similar to Hermione for it to be a coincidence, right down to the bushy hair. That’s when he realized it. She was a Metamorphmagus, but not one as skilled as Tonks.

Her ears were slightly off center, and her eyes were close, but one was a slightly different shade of brown than the other.

Harry cut his observations short as a hush fell over the covens as the triumvirate stood up to start the meeting.

“We are gathered here to welcome our newest coven into the fold,” the triumvirate member in the middle said. “It has been many years since we have been whole. Harry Potter, Magus of the coven governing Western and Northern Europe, stand and be recognized by your peers.”

Harry stood as the other coven clapped politely, nodding to each of them as he waited for the triumvirate to continue.

“You are now a member of this body, with all the rights, responsibilities and privileges that entails,” the triumvirate member continued. “It is now your duty to keep the secrets of the covens and triumvirate, protect the interests of the magical community, and govern the muggles under your jurisdiction.”

“Thank you for this honor and privilege,” Harry said, bowing to the triumvirate. “I will not fail in my duties, and will always act in the best interests of the covens, and the triumvirate,” he finished, glad that Daphne had been there to coach him through this moment.

Harry sat back down as the triumvirate went on to the normal part of the meeting, settling disputes between covens, adjudicating proposals, and listened to the reports of the various coven members.

He idly ran his fingers through Hermione and Emma’s hair as he waited for the meeting to end. ‘For a secret organization controlling the world, they’re a little dull,’ he thought, with some amusement. For the most part, it felt like any other session of government the world over.

It was another three hours before the governance matters of the coven ended, and the triumvirate stood up to leave the meeting. The entire hall took on a more relaxed atmosphere as the door closed behind them.

This had been the moment Harry had been waiting for. Krum would make his move, and he could get a measure of the man, and decide how to deal with him.

Viktor did not disappoint as he made his way over a few minutes later. “Hello my friend,” he said with a jovial smile plastered on his face. “It is good to see you again after so many years,” he said, extending his hand.

“You too, Viktor,” Harry said, standing up to shake his hand, a fake smile plastered on his face as well. “You’ve done well for yourself since the tournament, and your quidditch days. I wondered why you retired so young. I guess I have my answer now.”

“Yes,” Viktor chuckled, “my duties with my coven along with quidditch training left me with little time for anything else. I had to make a change.”

“Do you miss it?” Harry asked, trying to see if there was anything left of the boy he knew from his school days.

“Sometimes,” Viktor replied. “But I have found ‘other’ things to occupy my time,” he finished with a conspiratorial wink.

Harry nodded with a smirk of his own, looking down at Hermione and Emma. “There is certainly that,” he said, seeing where Viktor was driving the conversation, and played along, already knowing Viktor’s play.

“Harry my friend, I know you did not join the covens in… shall we say, the most conventional way,” Viktor said, getting to the point. “I know it has left you in a difficult position financially, and I would like to help.”

‘Good,’ Harry thought, holding back a smile. He had been worried Krum might have found out through the goblins about his true finances, but it seemed his luck had held out. “I’m not sure what you mean, Viktor,” he said, playing his part.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” Viktor leaned in to whisper. “I learned through my informants that your finances are not what they should be. No one needs to know about, because I have a solution to your problem.”

“And what might that be?” Harry asked.

“Your slaves are quite beautiful, my friend. They are the envy of every man here,” he complimented. “Such beauty… comes at a price. I am willing to pay you twice what you paid for them.”

“That’s very generous of you,” Harry replied, raising Viktor’s hopes before crushing them. “But they’re not for sale,” he added firmly, knowing it would push Krum’s buttons.

“I’m trying to help you, my friend,” Viktor said, his tone taking on a slightly harder edge as the smile fell from his face. “In a place like this, money and influence go hand in hand. When one has neither, …it leaves them vulnerable. You would be wise to accept my generous offer.”

“Thank you for the offer,” Harry said, a smirk forming on his face. “But the answer is still no. I am very happy with my slaves.”

“Of course,” Viktor said, taking a step back, the smile back on his face, even though it didn’t reach his eyes this time. “It was merely an offer… let me know if you change your mind,” he added, returning to his table.

“Well, that wasn’t subtle,” Ron said, having watched the confrontation. “I think you’re right on this one Luna. He is unstable.”

“It’s even worse than it appears,” Luna replied. “What you saw was just a thin veneer hiding the monster underneath.”

Harry nodded in a agreement with Luna. “Did the other covens see it?”

“They all saw it,” Fred confirmed. “From the looks on their faces, I doubt anyone’s denied him something for a very long time.”

“Good,” Harry replied. “I want him off balance.” He said, noticing the flash of anger on Viktor’s face when he didn’t give in to his implied threat. “That’s how I’m going to beat him,” he declared. “He’s ruled by his emotions. I just have to push the right buttons, and he’ll overstep.”

Harry sat back down with his covens, making small talk, catching Viktor a few times as he stared openly at Hermione and Emma. He smirked at Viktor, infuriating him further as he raised his glass to him.

“What do you want us to do, Harry?” Neville asked, looking around the hall. More than a few times, he noticed the other covens looking in their direction. It was obvious they wanted to approach them, but they were holding back for some reason.

“Nothing for now,” Harry said. “But after Viktor and his coven leave, see what you can find out about them. The other covens don’t seem like they like him very much,” he observed.

“Got it,” Neville nodded. “I won’t let you down.”

Harry listened as the twins discussed their new products and their planned expansion to the rest of Europe. It was just the thing to distract Agranov, putting pressure on her business and forcing her to take her eyes off the affairs of her coven.

“Mr. Potter,” a waiter said, moving to stand in front of him with a drink in his hand. “This is from Mr. Krum, an apology for his earlier comments.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, taking the drink and raising it in the air as a salute to Krum, who raised his own glass in return.

As the waiter left, Harry held the glass to his nose before smiling. He could tell immediately that it was laced with a potion. Looking carefully, he could see a slightly yellow tinge to the drink. Thanks to Voldemort’s memories, he knew the potion well. It made the target more suggestible, as well as increase the potency of the alcohol they consumed.

He made a show of taking a sip of the drink, making sure Krum saw him. The basilisk venom flowing through his veins would make quick work of eradicating the effects of the potion.

Viktor smiled toothily as he saw Potter finish the drink, delighted that Potter had taken the bait. He just had to wait a few minutes for the potion to take effect before speaking to Potter again. ‘You should have taken my first offer,’ he thought viciously. ‘The second offer is going to be far less generous.’

Harry continued his conversation with his coven, pretending nothing had happened, imagining the look on Krum’s face when his little plan blew up in his face.

A few minutes later he saw Krum stand up out of the corner of his eye and knew just the thing to push him over the edge. Looking around the room, he could see that the other covens had moved on to ‘other’ forms of entertainment. “Girls, attend to me,” Harry ordered, knowing what he had planned wouldn’t look out of place, and put Krum further on edge.

Hermione and Emma looked up at Harry, understanding his plan. With a shared smirk, they sat up, attending to their master, and making sure that Krum could see them.

Krum felt a flash of anger as Hermione unzipped Harry’s pants, but quickly buried it. Putting Potter’s actions down to the effects of the potion, and reminded himself to stick to his plan.

Hermione pulled out Harry’s cock, giving it a long slow lick. She didn’t have to look up to know Krum was watching her. After what he intended for her and Emma, she was more than eager to help her master push Krum over the edge.

Emma was quick to join in as she licked Harry’s cock from the other side, worshiping her master’s cock, following along with the plan.

“Hello again, Viktor,” Harry said as he finished off his drink and leaned back in his chair. He was having far more fun than he thought he would, toying with Krum like this.

He pushed Hermione’s head down, encouraging her to take him in her mouth, letting out a low moan as she bobbed her head up and down. He winked at Emma, who untied Hermione’s top, and cupped her breasts, kneading them in her hands as she pressed her chest against her back.

“Hello my friend,” Viktor said with a small frown. He could tell something was off with Potter. He wasn’t acting the way he was supposed to, then down at Hermione and Emma, easily the two most beautiful women in the grand hall. Pushing aside his doubts, he silently promised himself he would have them soon.

“I came here to tell you to reconsider my offer,” Viktor said, speaking with authority. “I know you are new here, but there is a way things are done, and not done. You will take my offer of 100,000 galleons for both of your slaves, and you will thank me for my generous offer,” he said, making sure his voice carried around the hall.

The significantly lower offer, and the groveling acceptance from Potter, would all but assure his dominance over the other covens for the foreseeable future.

Hermione took Harry’s cock into her throat, massaging his shaft inside her. She could practically feel the charisma dripping off her master, confident that he would put Krum in his place.

Viktor frowned at the expression on Potter’s face. ‘He is not reacting the way he should be,’ he thought with a frown, wondering why the potion hadn’t worked.

“We’ve been through this once already Viktor, but I’ll say it again,” he said gripping Hermione’s hair in his fist possessively, “my slaves are not for sale,” he practically growled.

A hush fell over the other covens as they listened in on Potter and Krum’s conversation, not used to seeing Krum being spoken to in such a manner. A few looked on in interest, wondering what would happen next, while most regarded Potter with pity, thinking his inexperience would cost him dearly tonight.

Krum looked around the room, also noticing all the attention on him and Potter. His eyes flashed with anger, realizing that Potter had caught onto his plan. His eyes settled on his own slave, a pale imitation of the ones he really wanted, making him even more angry. ‘I’ve been too subtle,’ he thought, reaching for his wand, intent on putting Potter in his place.

“Viktor,” Alexei said, coming to his friend’s aide, stopping him before he over reacted, knowing that violence of any kind during the conclave was strictly forbidden, and would draw the unwanted attention of the triumvirate. “Let’s go,” he said. “We have more important things to deal with.”

Harry watched as the anger in Krum’s eyes faded as he regained control of himself, then at Levski, narrowing his eyes. ‘He’s going to be a problem,’ he thought. The last thing he needed was a calming influence on Krum.

“Until next time, Potter,” Krum said with a glare promising retribution as he turned on his heel, leaving shortly afterwards with his coven.

Harry turned his attention back to Hermione as Krum left in a huff.

Hermione bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, as she moaned around his cock, sucking him deeply as Emma played with her nipples, turning them into hardened numbs. The way Harry handled Viktor sent shivers of desire down Hermione’s spine, making her ache to have her master inside her slick pussy.

She felt Harry twitch in her mouth and pulled back, sealing her lips around his cock as he unloaded into her mouth with a grunt. She carefully pulled her lips from her master’s cock and turned her head, locking her lips with Emma as they shared his cum between them.

Harry zipped himself back up and stood up. “Talk to the other covens,” he said to his friends. “Find out what you can about Krum, and what they think of him,” he said. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he added, taking Hermione and Emma with him to their suite, eager to continue where they left off.

Ron and the twins looked around the room, seeing the debauchery around them. Most of the tension disappeared after Harry and Krum’s coven left the grand hall and the party went back into full swing.


“Strip,” Harry ordered as he closed the door to their suite behind him. His confrontation with Krum had got his blood pumping, and he needed to work off his excess energy.

Hermione and Emma smiled lustfully at their master as they made a show of removing their clothes, turning around as they unhooked their tops, letting the drop to the floor, before unlatching their loin clothes. As one, they turned to face Harry, eager for what he had planned for them.

“On the bed, all fours,” Harry ordered as he shed his jacket and shirt, eager to get started.

Hermione felt a shiver of desire tingle down her spine as she got on the bed, side by side with Emma. Everything had become so clear after she accepted her place as Harry’s slave, freeing her of her self-imposed constraints, and allowing her to be the person she truly was.

Harry felt his cock harden at the sight of his girls on the bed, legs splayed, and their wetness dripping down their thighs. He got on the bed behind them, pushing on the backs of their heads until their foreheads touched the mattress as they offered up their pussies and assholes to his lustful gaze.

He moved in behind Emma first, holding onto her hips as he lined up his cock with her glistening folds, teasing the entrance to her pussy with the tip of his cock.

Emma let out a moan of delight as she felt Harry’s cock tracing across her pussy lips, pushing herself back against Harry’s manhood, only to stop a moment later when she felt her master dig his fingertips into her hips, giving her an unspoken order not to move. She froze in place, feeling a tingle of desire as Harry took charge.

Without warning, Harry thrust his hips forward, claiming Emma’s pussy with a single thrust, burying himself inside her. He could feel how wet she was for him. She was practically dripping on his cock. Setting a quick pace, he pushed into the warm tightness of her cunt with long, hard strokes, his thighs slapping into her ass with each thrust.

Emma’s eye went wide at Harry’s unexpected move as she held herself in place as Harry took her. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, feeling every inch of his cock as he slammed into her from behind.

Harry activated both Emma and Hermione’s plugs, setting them to a low pulse as he picked up the pace, watching as Hermione rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.

Hermione let out a soft moan as she felt her plug pulse deep inside her ass. She reached between her legs, teasing her pussy lips, only to feel a sharp slap on her ass from her master. She smiled, hiding her face in the mattress as she felt the sting on her ass, loving when Harry ‘punished’ her.

Emma could barely contain herself as Harry showed no signs of stopping, much less slowing down. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted. She was close, just riding the edge of her orgasm, hoping Harry would let her cum soon.

“Tell me what you need,” Harry growled, pulling Emma’s hips back to meet his thrusts, increasing both their pleasure.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Emma grunted, quickly falling into rhythm with Harry. “Oh God,” she moaned, loving how forceful Harry was being. “I need to cum, master,” she pleaded, her knuckles turning white as she clung tightly to the bedsheets. “Please!” She begged, “I can’t… UGH! UGH! UGH! Take UGH! UGH! Anymore!”

Emma felt her eyes cross as she felt her orgasm wash over. She collapsed forward, breathing hard as she felt the loss of Harry’s cock inside her.

Harry didn’t waste any time moving behind Hermione, not bothering to slow down as he pumped his cock into Hermione’s slick pussy next.

“UGH!!” Hermione grunted as Harry claimed her, slamming into her from behind with powerful strokes, loving every second of it. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, thrusting her hips back to meet Harry’s cock. Her toes curled as she clung to the bedsheets, loving how Harry’s cock felt inside her.

“Who do you belong to?” Harry demanded, cupping Hermione’s breasts, and pulling her up so she was sitting on his lap as he kept up his relentless pace.

“You, master!” Hermione grunted. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! Only you!!” she screamed out, unashamedly submitted to her master, and their shared desires.

“What are you?” Harry growled lustfully into her ear as he held her hips tightly, lifting her up and down on his throbbing cock.

“Your slave!” Hermione screamed out in delight as Harry hit just the right spot, no hesitation in her voice. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Harry could feel himself getting close, but held himself back, wanting to eek out a little more pleasure first. He pushed Hermione off his lap, and back onto all fours as he continued to thrust inside her.

Hermione let out a loud keening moan as she arched her back, staying in rhythm with her master as she ached for release. “Please Master,” she begged. “I need… I UGH! UGH! Please let me… UGH! CUM!!” she begged wantonly. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Harry slammed his hips into Hermione’s dripping pussy one more time, knowing that he couldn’t hold back his release any longer. “Cum for me, my slave,” he ordered, erupting inside her at the same time.

Hermione’s eyes went wide as she screamed out, “AWGAWD!” as a powerful orgasm washed over her. She felt her body go limp as she breathed hard, collapsing onto the mattress.

Harry slowly pulled his cock from Hermione’s pussy, still dripping with hers and Emma’s combined juices. He looked at his slaves, their bodies glistening with sweat, and felt his cock stirring, eager for another round.

He moved to the head of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard, “come here Emma,” he ordered, pointing between her legs.

Emma pushed her hair out of her face as she looked up at her master, not at all surprised to find he was already hard again. She licked her lips lustfully as she fixated on his throbbing cock, wanting desperately to wrap her lips around it.

“Yes master,” she said huskily, crawling forward as she placed a soft kiss on the tip of cock.

“Suck,” Harry ordered, the single syllable word sending a wave of pleasure coursing through Emma’s body as she eagerly followed his order.

She leaned forward, licking their combined juices as she bathed her master’s cock with her tongue, tracing lovingly along the veins of his throbbing manhood.

When she was sure she’d licked him clean, she wrapped her fist around his shaft, pumping her cock sensually as she took his balls into her mouth, sucking on them gently.

Harry let out a groan as Emma expertly worked his cock, loving the sight of her on her hands and knees, her back arched, and ass swaying from side to side enticingly as she serviced him. He watched her for a while, tempted to let her continue, but wasn’t in the mood for soft and gentle tonight.

“On your back, my slave,” Harry ordered, eager to be back inside Emma again.

Emma dutifully released her master’s cock, leaning back as she waited for him to take her again. She watched as he moved to her feet and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up and folding her in half so her ankles rested next to her ears.

Harry reached down, easing the plug out of Emma’s ass, staring down at both of Emma’s holes, ready and waiting for him. He lined up his cock with Emma’s ass, locking eyes with her as he slowly pushed his way into her ass.

Emma let out a soft moan as Harry stretched her ass, looking up at him as he filled her, loving when Harry took her ass, and the smoldering look in his eyes as he throughly dominated her.

Harry started out slow, waiting for Emma to relax her ass as he pushed inside her with long, steady strokes, loving how she squeezed her ass around his cock as he pulled out.

Emma let out a low moan, mewing with pleasure as Harry slowly picked up the pace, feeling every one of her nerve endings throbbing with desire as her master plundered her ass.

“God!” she moaned loudly. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! That feels so good, master, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Harry smiled, leaning down and kissing Emma deeply before pumping his cock into her ass again, loving the velvety tightness of her back entrance. “Cum for me, Emma,” he ordered, loving the passion filled expression on her face.

“GAWAD!” Emma moaned as Harry unexpectedly made her cum as he continued to fuck her ass, picking up the pace as she rode out her orgasm, and another one quickly built up. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, arching her back as she reveled in the pleasure coursing through her body.

Harry glanced over his shoulder at Hermione who was just beginning to stir after her last orgasm, loving the sight of her well fucked pussy, and their combined juices still leaking from her cunt.

He turned his attention back to Emma, enjoying the sight of her playing with her breasts, turning her nipples into hard nubs as she moaned in pleasure.

“Oh god master! You’re so big,” Emma moaned wantonly as Harry pistoned his cock in and out of her ass. ‘It feels so good when he fills me like this,’ she thought, hoping he would let her cum again soon. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Harry held Emma’s orgasm back, letting her pleasure build higher and higher as he fucked her ass. The moans and grunts coming from her lips were music to his ears. With one more hard stroke he buried his cock in her ass, “cum for me, Emma,” he ordered again, planting his lips on hers, and kissing her deeply as she rode out her orgasm.

Emma melted into her master’s kiss as her orgasm washed over her, her toes curling in delight as she felt her release, gasping for breath, when Harry broke the kiss.

Hermione lay on her side, watching Emma and Harry together, slowly pumping two of her fingers into her slick pussy as she enjoyed the erotic sight of them together.

When Emma came, she watched eagerly as they separated, and Harry lay down behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She felt him tug the plug from her ass, and the head of his cock prodding her asshole. She let out a soft moan as he eased into her back passage until she felt his hips press against her ass.

Harry snaked his hand up, cupping one of Hermione’s breast in his palm as he changed pace, moving to a slower, more sensual pace as he sawed his cock in and out of Hermione’s ass.

Hermione moaned, lifting her leg into the air to give her master easier access, loving the feel of his hard body pressed against her. She felt him release her breast, trailing his fingertips down her chest and stomach until he found her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

“More master,” Hermione pleaded, needing to feel more of him inside her, “please.”

Harry picked up the pace, the need in Hermione’s tone driving him wild. He circled her pussy lips with his fingers, feeling her wetness before he pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them at the same sensual pace he used to take her ass.

Hermione let out a shuddering breath as her master found all the right spots, squeezing her ass around his cock to increase their mutual pleasure.

Harry found Hermione’s clit, pinching it between his fingers as he whispered into her ear, “cum for me, my slave.”

Hermione let out a moan of delight, her desire spiking as she came on her master’s fingers.

“Again,” Harry ordered, loving the sounds Hermione made as he claimed her.

“Oh, God!” Hermione moaned as another orgasm rocked her body, leaving her gasping for breath.

“Again,” Harry ordered as he continued to pump his cock into her ass.

Hermione had barely recovered from her last orgasm before the next one started. She squeezed her thighs around her master’s fingers as she let out a keening moan, feeling her eyes droop as her orgasm washed over her.

She could see that Emma had already passed out, her chest rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Harry was still moving inside her, and despite her exhaustion, she felt herself getting aroused yet again, showing how well Harry knew her body.

Harry thrust one more time into Hermione’s tight ass. “one more time,” he ordered before he filled her ass with his seed.

Hermione parted her lips, letting out a grunt of pleasure as she felt Harry’s cum flood her ass as another orgasm washed over her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gave into her exhaustion, falling into a deep and satisfied sleep.

Hi! Thanks for reading and supporting me. What did you think of the latest chapter? Harry is officially a magus of his coven, and met Viktor. The next chapter will pick up the next day and conclude the Harry’s first conclave.

I’ll have the next side story up in a couple of weeks, Curse’s cure, and have a new poll out as well. It seems there might have been an issue with my voting plugin because there was only one vote for it. If you’re unable to vote please email me, and I’ll make sure to count it.


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  1. Tiziana Kanouse

    Something is missing. I know you are wrapping up this story and getting ready for your next adventure but finish this one strong. Reread this over several days and I believe intimacy is missing. Intimacy developed through dialog. Harry appreciates Daphne for her advice, interaction with his coven ect but not with Hermione/Emma except for sex. Needed Hermione’s POV. She had to be freaked out by Krum’s slave appearance and his going for his wand. Plus, for many chapters now, the relationship/emotions/dialog between Hermione and Emma is non-existent, you forget they are daughter and mother. I reread the early chapters and you got readers hooked by expressing emotions through dialog be it between characters or self thoughts. His only dialog with Hermione is with his insecure comments about her slave acceptance. This has always been more than the typical sex slave story.

    1. jumpin

      hi, more interaction with Hermione, Harry, and Emma are coming up after the conclave. In this chapter they acted the way they did to put Viktor off balance, and manipulate him into acting in a way that would put him in a bad light with the covens and the triumvirate. Hermione and Emma don’t have their wands because it would be out of place for a slave to have a wand, especially during the conclave. I could have done a better job with Hermione’s pov when she first saw him though. I’ll try to do better on that going forward.

      1. Tiziana Kanouse

        I thought Harry’s alter ego broke the wands as slaves can only perform spells with their Master’s permission. I questioned this after Luna’s future visions, but magic has been a very minor part of the story. Not sure about Emma’s wand power as she has not been using magic in her life, but Hermione is powerful. If there is trust between them and acceptance wouldn’t he want them to be able to protect themselves and help him? Without magic Hermione/Emma are vulnerable. I know he can draw on their magic, but without wands, they are limited by a weakness. Maybe, his trust will be the edge they need to overcome the battles ahead.

  2. Anonymous

    Questions/thoughts after rereading of early chapters:
    Food: They can only eat normal food if he hand-feeds them. Realistic??? He is busy, what if he is gone on business?
    Children: The main reason for this ritual/pureblood need for slaves is to produce powerful children and counter inbreeding. Will Hermione and Emma raise their children? How does a wife change this dynamic?
    Also, this makes you question the other pairings in this story and side stories as most of the slaves are purebloods. The only non-one off the top of my mind is Professor M/Mary. Plus, if children are the end game can both Hermione and Emma have them? Weird relationship: Half siblings/grandchildren.

    1. jumpin

      hi, for the food question. the porridge gives them everything they need to live on. this was something that was part of the ritual itself. it’s another system of control a master has over the slave. for children, Hermione and Emma would raise them. Harry won’t be bringing someone knew into the relationship or marrying them, so a wife wouldn’t factor in.

      1. Tiziana Kanouse

        That is GREAT NEWS!

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