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The Real Wizarding World Chapter Forty-Six

Harry sat on the living room sofa with Hermione and Emma on either side of him. It had been a week since Neville and Luna’s visit to the island, and things had been progressing slower than he would have liked, but he hoped the letter he just received from Krum would change that.

“What do you think he wants?” Emma asked curiously.

“After what we saw during the conclave, it could be almost anything,” Hermione replied. Seeing Krum in person after so many years had been an eye opening experience for her. He was nothing like the boy she remembered from her third year.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Harry said, tearing open the letter, and holding it open for his slaves to read as he wondered what Krum was up to.

The letter was far lighter in tone than how he behaved in the aftermath of their duel, congratulating Harry on his victory, along with an apology for his rude behavior, blaming it on the stress of his work getting the better of him.

Hermione snorted, not believing any of it. “He must think you’re really gullible, master. How could anyone believe any of this tripe?”

“And here,” Emma said, pointing further down the letter. “Now he’s offering 300,000 galleons for each of us,” she added, surprised that he was being so transparent about the whole thing.

Harry smirked, seeing Levski’s hand in the letter. “This is definitely not the first draft.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Levski, he’s the one that wrote this letter for Krum,” Harry explained. “Krum’s version was probably a lot less polite, and a whole lot more threatening. There’s more too,” he said, pointing to the bottom of the letter. “He’s invited us to Bulgaria.”

“That’s definitely a trap,” Hermione said with no hesitation. “His coven will be there waiting for us, along with who knows how many of his thugs.”

Emma hummed in agreement. “What I don’t understand is why he’s being so obvious about it.”

Harry frowned, deep in thought, seeing Emma’s point. “His home is basically a fortress,” he thought out loud. “There’s no way to break in without him knowing about it long before we set foot inside. The fastest way in would be with an invitation.”

He knew that even with the power boost he got from Voldemort’s magic and the ritual he performed with Hermione and Emma, it still wouldn’t be enough to take them out on his own. Their numbers would eventually overwhelm him.

“What do we do?” Hermione asked.

“We stick to the plan,” Harry decided. “His coven is too powerful. We need to strip away the members of his coven, and most importantly, their financial backing before we can go after Krum directly. Let’s go talk to Ron and the twins, see where they are on their side of things.”

Harry stood up from the sofa and went to the fireplace, throwing in a pinch of flu powder, “Weasley Manor.”

Harry looked around the old manor house as he, Hermione and Emma stepped out of the fireplace, still surprised Ron had become the new owner of the former Malfoy Manor.

He knew that Malfoy’s were having money troubles, but he, like everyone else, assumed the family holdings would get them through it. So, it came as a surprise when Malfoy senior took out a loan against his properties and promptly ran off with the money, leaving his wife and son behind to fend for themselves.

He smiled inwardly, knowing he had helped things along as well. Disguised as Arcanum, he recruited Draco, promising him a return to wealth and power, then killed him after he’d outlived his usefulness.

Then Ron had swooped in on the widow Malfoy, promising to take care of all her financial woes, and allowing her to continue living in the lap of luxury, but as his slave. He was happy for his friend, knowing how smitten he had been when he first laid eyes on her in their school days.

“Harry!” Ron smiled. “Good to see you, mate! You too Hermione, Emma,” he greeted his friends.

“Hello Ron,” Harry smiled. “I never thought we’d set foot back in this place after the war,” he said.

“Tell me about it. I still can’t believe I own the place,” Ron said, looking around, happy at his good fortune. “Come on, the twins are waiting for us in the other room,” he added.

Hermione looked around the manor house as they walked through the hallways. “It looks so different from how it did during the war,” she added approvingly.

“Yeah,” Ron nodded his head. “I couldn’t stand the way it looked before. Way too stuffy and formal for me,” he added. “I had Greengrass come in and redecorate.”

“Redecorate?” Emma asked curiously, unaware it was one of the services she provided.

“It isn’t normally the type of thing she does,” Ron replied, understanding Emma’s confusion. “But there are certain perks covens get from their protectorates.”

Emma filed away the information for later, wondering if she could talk Harry into doing the same for the island.

They arrived in the sitting room to find Fred, George, Mary, and Narcissa already there, waiting for them.

After going through their greetings, Harry sat down in one of the armchairs, telling his friends about Krum’s letter while Hermione and Emma knelt at his feet, mirroring Mary and Narcissa’s poses.

“It’s definitely a trap,” Fred agreed, “but it doesn’t have to be Krum’s trap. With a little planning, I think we can turn it around on them.”

“Luna told me about the throne of the forgotten king,” Harry revealed. “I think the territory Krum wants from us might have a clue as to its location.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said he was unstable,” George snorted in disbelief. “That’s just an old legend,” he added dismissively.

“No,” Harry shook his head. “I have it on good authority that it’s real. That’s why he’s challenging the covens and scooping up different territories left and right. He’s trying to find it.”

“Alright,” Ron said, somewhat skeptically as well. “I suppose it could exist, but it’s probably not what he thinks it is.”

“All legends have a basis in truth,” Hermione pointed out. “We don’t know exactly what this throne is supposed to do, but it has to be magically significant, and no matter what, we can’t let Krum find it.”

“Easier said than done,” Fred pointed out. “The territory Krum wants is way too big to search, not without something to point us in the right direction.”

“Would the triumvirate do anything if we brought it up to them?” Emma asked.

“They’ll likely make a play for it themselves,” Ron replied as the others nodded in agreement, knowing how tempting a target it would be for any dark wizard, let alone three.

“We checked into Agranov too,” George added. “There are some common suppliers we share with her. She’s apparently cut down on her orders far potion ingredients, and increased her fee by twenty percent for fenced items.”

“That’s interesting, but how does it help us?” Harry asked curiously.

“The word is she’s footing most of the bill for something big her coven is working on,” Fred continued. “I guess tracking down the throne hasn’t been cheap, and the word is, she isn’t happy about it.”

“That might be something we can exploit,” Harry said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Krum’s coven may not be as cohesive as everyone thinks they are.”

“There’s definitely some truth to that,” Ron agreed with a nod. “I spoke to a few of the other covens during the conclave about Poliakoff. He has a long history of switching allegiances… at least before he joined up with Krum, and he might be looking to do the same thing now.”

“How can you be sure?” Harry asked.

“It’s just a rumor at this point, but he hasn’t been happy about Krum’s behavior for a while now, and all the extra work he has to do to smooth things over afterwards is getting in the way of his philandering,” Ron replied. “That doesn’t even include what he had to do after you beat Krum in the duel, Harry.”

“Taking out his financing and diplomacy wouldn’t be something he could recover from easily,” Harry agreed. “What are your plans now?”

“We’ve hired more staff and opened a processing facility,” George explained. “We can reduce our prices by twenty percent across the board on potions and increase supply at the same time. That should put enough pressure on Agranov to do the same.”

“She’s already in a bad position,” Fred continued. “She doesn’t do nearly enough research and development, that’s why we can out sell her on the collars. Going after her potions business will at least get her to reconsider following Krum.”

“What about Poliakoff?” Harry asked.

“That may take care of itself,” Ron replied. “He’s already expending a lot of political capital handling Krum’s outbursts. As we make moves against them, he’ll be forced to handle the fallout from that as well. It won’t be long after that he can be convinced to look for greener pastures.”

“Alright,” Harry said, liking the plan. “Hermione, Emma, and I already talked about this, and we think the first one to go needs to be Levski.”

“Smart,” Ron agreed. “It would cause the most chaos for Krum’s operation, and make it harder for Krum to retaliate.”

Harry didn’t say it out loud, but he had a more personal reason to go after Levski. When he operated as Arcanum, Levski had been a frequent customer of his. ‘That arrogant prick,’ he thought angrily. Everything had been going fine in the beginning, but as Krum’s coven grew, so did Levski’s arrogance. It started out small with late payments, but quickly escalated, demanding unreasonable discounts, deadlines that made no sense. Then he found out about why Krum trusted him so much, and how many people he killed to keep Krum’s secrets. He cut ties with him over a year ago, and had been looking for a way to go after him ever since.

“It looks like you guys have everything in hand,” Harry said, standing up as he got ready to leave. “Let me know if anything changes.”

“Sure mate,” Ron said, walking his friend to the fireplace.

Harry sat in his living room, deep in thought, wondering what he would do about the throne once he found it. ‘Luna’s convinced it’s real,’ he thought. He could practically hear Voldemort’s memories shouting into his mind to go after the throne, to wield its untold power, and reshape the world as he saw fit. It was a temptation he found difficult to ignore at times.

Then he thought about what would happen if Krum got a hold of it first. Taking Hermione and Emma was just the start. There was no telling what his twisted mind would come up with after that.

There was also the triumvirate to worry about. They already controlled both the wizarding and muggle world with an iron fist. The covens were nothing more than glorified administrators, handling the day-to-day activities while they ruled from the top. ‘What would they do with that kind of power?’ He thought, not liking that scenario either.

“Hello Master,” Hermione said, kneeling in front of Harry. “You’ve been sitting here by yourself for a while,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “What are you thinking about?”

“Krum,” Harry said with a sigh. “If he gets to the throne first, there won’t be any stopping him.”

“I know,” Hermione agreed, worried about that herself. “But he hasn’t found it yet,” she pointed out. “The pressure we’re putting on his coven, it’s going to work,” she reassured him. “We’ll find it first.”

“I hope you’re right,” Harry nodded.

“I think you need a distraction,” Hermione smiled. “Something to get your mind off things.”

“What did you have in mind?” Harry asked, a matching smile on his face as he picked up on Hermione’s tone.

“Emma’s in the basement waiting for us,” Hermione said in a sultry tone. “Let’s not keep her waiting master,” she said, rising to her feet, and taking his hand.

Harry remembered the last time he Hermione and Emma went to the basement. His eyes darkened lustfully as he followed Hermione downstairs, welcoming the distraction from his earlier thoughts.

They found Emma waiting for them. She was blindfolded and bent over a sawhorse. Her legs were spread wide, with her ankles locked to the base, and her wrists locked to the sides of the sawhorse.

Harry felt his cock harden instantly at the sight, as he silently moved behind Emma, palming her ass with both his hands as he kneaded her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin against his fingertips.

Emma let of a soft moan as she felt a pair of hands on her ass, instantly recognizing them as her masters. She melted into his touch, eager to feel him inside her again.

She felt a pair of softer, more delicate hands on her breasts, teasing her, until she felt her nipples harden under Hermione’s skilled touch, loving how vulnerable she felt, restrained the way she was, and at the mercy of her master and fellow slave.

Emma let out a mew of pleasure, feeling the slickness between her legs as Harry slowly turned her plug as he cupped her cunt within the palm of his hand, groaning as Harry refused to put his fingers inside her needy cunt.

Harry silently directed Hermione to the wall, nodding towards the dildo on the wall, before he stepped back from Emma, taking in the erotic sight of his slave, and her wanton display of lust.

He moved in front of Emma as he unzipped himself, holding his swollen cock to Emma’s lips as Hermione moved behind her with the dildo.

Emma felt Harry’s cock brush up against her cheeks, and parted her lips, taking the head of his cock in her mouth as she teased his cock with soft licks, loving the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum.

Hermione looked up at Harry, a smoldering look in her eyes as she pushed the dildo into Emma’s cunt, setting a steady pace as she pumped it inside her slick walls.

Emma moaned around Harry’s cock as she felt the dildo pumping away inside her, as she took more of her master’s manhood in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she matched Hermione’s pace.

Harry let out a groan of pleasure as he held Emma’s head, guiding her back and forth on his cock, as he pushed his hips forward, feeling Emma’s tongue dance along the underside of his cock.

As Hermione pumped her dildo into Emma’s needy pussy, she tugged on Emma’s plug, twisting it from side to side as she withdrew it from her ass. She let it drop to the floor as she leaned over Emma’s asshole, still stretched open from the plug.

She stuck out her tongue, tracing it along the edge of Emma’s rosebud, feeling her twitch and shudder with desire as she continued to pump the dildo into her slick folds.

Emma exhaled sharply through her nose as she felt Hermione’s tease her. She strained against the shackles of the sawhorse, pushing her ass back against Hermione’s exploring tongue as she let out a muffled moan around Harry’s cock, loving every second of it.

Harry could feel himself getting close as Emma continued to bob her head on his shaft, but wanted more. He pushed forward, burying his cock inside Emma’s eager throat. He could feel her squeezing her throat around his shaft, milking his cock as she held her breath.

He looked at Hermione, watching as she pressed her tongue into Emma’s ass, licking deeply inside her as she pumped the dildo into Emma’s tight ass.

Emma moaned as she got closer and closer to her release as Hermione pistoned the dildo in and out of her slick walls as she sucked deeply on Harry’s cock, practically vibrating with pleasure. She pushed her ass back against Hermione’s tongue and dildo, straining against her shackles, as she sought her release.

Harry felt his cock twitch inside Emma’s mouth and knew he couldn’t hold himself back much longer, not against Emma’s talents. He thrust his hips forward, erupting down Emma’s throat as he came with a loud grunt.

The moment Emma felt Harry’s cum shoot down her throat, she felt her orgasm wash over her, letting out a muffled cry of pleasure as she came hard, pulling her lips from her master’s cock as she gasped for breath.

Hermione looked at Emma’s body as her two lovers recovered, seeing the sheen of sweat on her body as she lay prone across the sawhorse. She looked down at Harry’s cock, a smile working its way onto her face as she saw he was still hard, despite cumming earlier. She caught Harry’s eye, seeing the hungry look he directed at her as she felt her heart flutter.

She watched as he stalked towards her. He picked her up by the hips and spun her around, perching her on Emma’s ass. She spread her legs, looking up at her master, lust and desire in her eyes as he stepped between her legs.

Hermione let out a gasp of pleasure when her master pressed his cock into her slick folds, claiming her pussy. She locked her ankles around his hips as she felt him thrust inside her with long, powerful strokes.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She grunted as she felt her master’s cock strain against her pussy walls, stretching her just right. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her fingertips as she held on. “OH! UGH! God Master! UGH! UGH! It feels so good!” She moaned, clinging to Harry as he picked up the pace.

Harry let out a grunt as he bottomed out inside Hermione, loving the velvety tightness of her pussy as he took her. He held tightly to her hips as continued his relentless pace, knowing that Hermione wouldn’t last much longer.

Emma slowly came back to herself as she felt Harry and Hermione moving on top of her. She could feel Hermione’s wetness dripping onto her ass as she cried out in pleasure. The thought of them using her this way for their pleasure sent a shiver of desire down her spine as she lay helpless beneath them as they took their pleasure from each other.

Hermione bit her lip, feeling her orgasm approaching fast, helpless against her master’s sensual onslaught. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She grunted, getting closer and closer to her orgasm, then it happened, “AWGAWD!” She screamed out as her orgasm washed over, leaving her gasping for breath in the aftermath.

Harry was far from finished as he flipped Hermione over so her chest pressed into Emma’s back. A smirk on his face as Emma wiggled her ass, letting him know she was ready for a second round.

He looked down at his cock, now drenched with Hermione’s cum, and pressed it against Emma’s rosebud, slowly pushing his way into the tightness that was his slave’s ass. He could feel Emma squeezing his cock as he slid inside her, adding to their mutual pleasure.

Emma let out a gasp of delight as she felt Harry stretching her ass, starting with slow thrusts at first to give her time to adjust before gradually picking up the pace, loving how full she felt when her master was fully sheathed inside her.

Hermione gasped for breath, pushing her hair out of her face as she lay perched on top of Emma. She reached down, cupping Emma’s breasts, kneading them softly in her hands as she listened to Emma’s mews and moans of pleasure.

Harry slammed his cock into Emma’s ass, his thighs slapping loudly against her with each thrust. He tapped Hermione’s plug, activating it to a deep pulse as he thrust inside Emma.

Hermione let out a groan of pleasure as Harry activated her plug, grinding her pussy against Emma’s ass as she eagerly waited for her next turn with Harry.

Harry watched as Hermione wiggled her ass, greedily taking what pleasure she could. He grabbed her hips as he pulled his cock from Emma’s ass, piercing Hermione’s pussy with a single thrust as he lifted her up and down on his throbbing cock.

“GAWD!” Hermione moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as Harry unexpectedly slid back into her overheated pussy. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, as Harry took her.

Emma let out a moan of disappointment as she felt the loss of Harry’s cock inside her. She had been so close to cumming. ‘Just a few seconds more,’ she thought as Hermione clung to her, her body slick with sweat.

She didn’t have to wait long, as after a few strokes, she felt Harry slam into her pussy again. She let out a loud keening moan as Harry set a relentless pace, quickly bringing her back to the edge of another powerful orgasm. “UGH! UGH! UGH! OH! GOD! UGH! Master!” she moaned. “Don’t stop Master UGH! UGH! UGH!” She grunted, “Please! OH! OH! UGGGGGGHHH!” she grunted, cuming all over her master cock as she slumped over.

Harry quickly switched back to Hermione’s pussy, not breaking stride as he pumped his cock inside his other slave’s slick folds. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but wanted one more orgasm out of Hermione before he came.

“UGH! UGH UGH!” Hermione groaned, feeling the dual pleasure of her plug buzzing away inside her ass as Harry’s cock claiming her pussy. “GOD MASTER! UGH! UGH!” she groaned, wondering for the hundredth time where Harry’s stamina came from. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she moaned, feeling her orgasm fast approaching.

She felt Harry’s thighs slapping in to her ass as he pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy, loving how his manhood felt inside her. “OH! OH! UGH!” She continued to grunt, clinging to Emma’s limp form as she struggled to hold on. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! AWGAWD!” She screamed out as she came.

Harry only managed to hold out a few more stroked before he thrust into Hermione’s slick pussy one last time before he let out a loud grunt, filling her cunt with his seed.

He kept himself buried inside her slick walls as he caught his breath. In the calm that settled over him in the aftermath of his orgasm, he felt his doubts vanish about the throne, knowing that with his girls at his side, he wouldn’t fail.

He would deal with Krum the same way he dealt with every other threat that reared its head, decisively, and without remorse. If the triumvirate decided to take issue with that, he would handle them the same way.

Hi! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. I know it wasn’t very plot heavy, but there was some stuff I had to setup for the next few chapters. The next chapter will be longer, and more action oriented. How is the story going so far?

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