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Professor Potter Ch. 42 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2022-12-21 17:13:54 +0000 UTCA/N: Here we are with the final chapter guys! Hope you all enjoy and be sure to read both closing Author's Notes!
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In an instant, he has her by the throat. His fingers close around her neck as he lifts the Veela Matriarch off her feet and slams her against the wall. She doesn’t fight him, though she does protect herself. He can feel her magic pressing back against his, as well as defending her from the wall at her back as she looks at him with an amused quirk of her lips.
“… Explain.”
While part of him demands satisfaction, a larger part of him wants answers first and foremost. He didn’t know where Vivienne Delacour got off on… whatever the hell this was, but he wanted to find out. He wanted to understand what the hell was going on and he wanted it YESTERDAY!
Her lips quirk up even further for a moment, before slowly and purposefully she nods. Only then does he realize his actions have run counter to his demand for answers. His hand is closed so tightly around her delicate neck that she can’t speak. In fact, if it weren’t for her magic, he would have inadvertently crushed her windpipe.
The realization startles Harry enough that he lets go and Vivienne drops back to the floor, the young-looking Delacour Matriarch’s big blue eyes continuing to twinkle madly. She doesn’t reach up and rub her neck or anything like that, but she does tilt her head to the side before grinning wickedly at him.
“That’s going to leave a mark.”
… He’d damn near strangled her; Harry realizes. He would have in fact, if she hadn’t defended herself. And while he can’t bring himself to be too upset about that, the ease with which he accidentally would have practically snapped her pretty little neck does take him aback something fierce.
Still, Vivienne lets out a chuckle and steps forward, as though unperturbed by her brush with death. She certainly has no problem invading his personal space again, standing mere inches away from him as she peers up into his emerald eyes. At least this time he doesn’t struggle against her allure. Her presence no longer fills the room like it did before, damn near drowning him in it. Not for lack of trying though. The only reason her presence no longer fills the room is because his presence demands its own space in return. He is an island unto himself now.
“It’s simple, Harry. You’ve been playing this game with a fraction of your true potential. The machinations of Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle kept you down, a pair of albatrosses around your neck that you’ve only just managed to shake off.”
Harry’s eyes narrow dangerously at that.
“Seriously? That’s the lie you’re going with? If you think I’ll believe Dumbledore and Voldemort were working together, you’re crazier than I thought.”
Vivienne, far from taking offense to his words, just giggles and shakes her head.
“Did I say they were working together? They were most definitely at odds, Harry. And neither of them even knew what exactly they were suppressing, or that they were even doing it. If they’d know your true nature, they both likely would have done a lot more to try and kill you outright, I imagine.”
With a growl, Harry lashes out and grabs Vivienne by the hair, irritation bleeding through his frayed self-control.
“Stop. Speaking. Riddles.”
This time, however, Vivienne isn’t inclined to just let him have his way. Her own power pushes back against his, and quite suddenly, her hand is on his crotch… namely, grasping his cock. Not painfully, but certainly firmly as Harry jolts in surprise before glaring at her with renewed agitation.
“You’re a feisty one, Harry. But please don’t think I’m going to just bend over and take it. You want me? You’d better be prepared to fight for every inch of me.”
DID he want her? Fuck, of course he did. She was a beautiful, gorgeous creature. She was also insanely dangerous. He knew each of these things to be equally true now. And yet, even still… his cock throbs in her grasp.
Before he knows it, they’re kissing. For a moment, he even wonders if she’s managed to worm her way back into his head. But no, this is all him this time. Well, all the both of them. Vivienne Delacour kisses him back, and an instant later she’s in his arms, wrapping her limbs around his, gripping down on him as his hands go to her ass, holding her aloft.
Their clothing is quite literally shredded between their grinding bodies, magic doing away with the interfering cloth. They’re soon entirely naked, with Vivienne’s cunt rubbing against his cock. Harry doesn’t hesitate… he lifts the nubile Delacour Matriarch up into the air and promptly drops her down onto his cock, impaling her on the spot.
It’s a testament to how unlike his other sexual conquests she is, that Vivienne Delacour barely even grunts. She certainly doesn’t squeak or squeal, nor does she cry out or beg for more. She gives as good as she gets. Sure, he might be the one delivering the package while she receives the full length of his cock, but that doesn’t stop her from clinging to him and clawing at him. It doesn’t stop her from biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and all around making the whole thing into a battle rather than simply sex.
The thing is, Harry wants to know more and he’s letting himself get distracted. So, he brings his newly gained magical might to bear and spins around, before soundly driving Vivienne into the couch a few feet away. Pushing her into the cushions, he continues to fuck her, even as he breaks their lip lock and looks her in the eye.
“Explain.”
Barely panting, barely even flustered, Vivienne grins at him almost ferally.
“Dumbledore’s little gambit to protect you from Voldemort’s followers worked well enough. It let you survive until your eleventh birthday at least. But growing up in a nonmagical environment with your nonmagical relatives only stunted your growth. It kept you from realizing your full potential, like a parched man in a desert.”
That… made some small amount of sense, Harry supposed. But at the same time, it didn’t explain everything. Luckily, Vivienne keeps talking.
“Meanwhile, Riddle unknowingly sunk a shard of his soul into your forehead when his Killing Curse rebounded off of your skull. He didn’t just turn you into a Living Horcrux, Harry. He sapped your potential, stealing your magic from you. It should have been a one-two punch. Growing up in a magic desert while at the same time having a literal soul parasite sucking at your personal magic… you should have arrived at Hogwarts barely more than a squib, if you even had enough magic to receive the letter at all.”
THAT was a lot more information. Harry pauses for a moment, only to have Vivienne wrap her legs around him and gyrate her hips, forcing him to return to fucking her into the couch. Another reminder that at this moment, he’s not in total control. But he’s also not just going to submit either. Growling, Harry reaches down and grabs the Delacour Matriarch’s tits, practically mauling them as he processes what he’s just been told. Vivienne moans approvingly in response.
“… I’ve never had any problem casting spells. I’ve never felt particularly weak magically. So why didn’t it work? Why wasn’t I a squib?”
Giggling a little bit, Vivienne shakes her head.
“Well for one, like I already said, neither of them set out to do any such thing to you. If they had, their methods would likely have been a lot more effective. And secondly… you are just that powerful, Harry. Only one man in all of history has had the power that you do.”
Harry’s eyes widen. He knows even before she utters the name what she’s going to say. It’s a name Harry has been hearing from practically his first day in the wizarding world. A name on the tip of everyone’s tongues the moment they need to express shock or any kind of strong emotion.
“Merlin.”
But Vivienne Delacour isn’t saying it as a curse. She’s saying it as a name. The name of the man commonly considered to be the most powerful wizard in history. So well-known that even a thousand years after he was gone, his name was still on the lips of every single magical person in the entire world.
Harry’s mouth is dry, all of the sudden. He starts to slow down in fucking her again, only for the Veela Matriarch to let out a distinctive whine in the back of her throat and buck her hips aggressively to make him continue plowing her cunt with considerable strength. Still…
“You’re claiming that I’m as strong as… Merlin. You think that the reason Dumbledore’s housing choice and Voldemort’s soul parasite weren’t enough to make me a squib was… because I had THAT much power all along?”
Smirking, Vivienne looks undeniably smug as her inhumanly large blue eyes flash.
“I don’t just think it, Harry. I know it.”
“How? How could you possibly know any of this?”
Harry’s questioning retort is damn near immediate. She’s shockingly knowledgeable. But where is it all coming from? Gyrating her hips for a moment, Vivienne sighs before answering him.
“I knew Merlin personally, you know. He was a good friend of mine. Did a little stint for him as the Lady of the Lake, in fact. When you have the chance to bask in that sort of power, you don’t soon forget it Harry. The feel and taste of that much magic… it’s intoxicating. Distinct too.”
Here, Vivienne gets a truly otherworldly look in her eyes. In that moment, she is very much not human. But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone and she’s back to just edging the border between human and inhuman.
“The day you were born, the leaves of the forest rustled, the snows on the mountaintop melted, and the-!”
She stops, noticing the look on his face and breaking out into laughter.
“S-Sorry? Too cheesy. Well, let me just put it this way. I noticed your magic from the moment you were born. And I continued to notice your magic even when you were put behind a Fidelius Charm. For that to happen from so far away… yes, I kept tabs on you. And once Dumbledore’s neglect and Riddle’s parasite were both out of the picture, I watched as you slowly came into your own. Hmph, too slowly by far though.”
Harry frowns at that, even as Vivienne clenches down on his cock and wiggles her hips again, reminding him that he’s still fucking her.
“Eventually, I realized that you were simply too used to being above average to realize that you now had the capacity for being spectacular. That’s when I started pushing the Lodge towards you in the first place, to give you a challenge.”
Wait, what?! Vivienne uses his moment of absolute shock to turn the tables on him… though not in a truly bad way. All of a sudden it’s Harry who’s seated on the couch and Vivienne who’s bouncing up and down on his lap. His hands to go her hips and for a moment he considers pulling her off of him… but then he settles down. He’s still matching her power for power and magic for magic. He’s not going to be the first one to blink here.
“I was a little surprised when my daughter reached out to arrange a meeting between us though. I guess I got distracted more recently, because I wasn’t paying attention while you fucked my daughter and granddaughters silly behind my back. Otherwise, I would have been at Chateau Delacour myself, making sure this conversation happened WEEKS ago.”
Huh. Fair, Harry supposed. He opens his mouth to respond, only to grunt as Vivienne finally milks him of his load. He grunts, his balls clenching up and his cock surging inside of her as he cums and cums and cums. He fills the Delacour Matriarch’s womb with his jizz, pumping a hot, thick load right up into the beautiful ancient veela.
She responds by cooing for a moment before slowly sliding off of him and down onto her knees between his legs. Taking up a position of submission down there, Vivienne Delacour looks anything BUT submissive as she gives him a wicked, coy grin.
“The Delacour Veela Coven will side with you, of course, in the battles ahead. The Lodge and the Dark Lord that back them won’t know what hit them, Harry.”
… He believes her, oddly enough. Call it what you will, but his newly awakened power ensures he keeps a clear head, even in her presence. His own presence isn’t letting her worm her way into his mind anymore. He doubts there’s a single veela on the planet whose allure can affect him at this point, mostly because he doubts there’s another veela alive who’s stronger than Vivienne Delacour. Fleur and Gabrielle’s grandmother is… certainly something else.
That all said, Harry is still struggling to wrap his mind around the other part.
“Am I truly that powerful? The strongest since Merlin, even? Surely there have been others. Dumbledore. Voldemort. Grindelwald?”
Vivienne chuckles and licks a bit of the mess from his cock before shaking her head.
“Strong Wizards, Harry… but none on your level. Or did you not ever wonder how at the tender age of seventeen, with Voldemort’s soul parasite just removed from your head, you managed to destroy the would-be Dark Lord with the Disarming Charm of all things?”
Harry flushes at that.
“I… I used it to rebound his Killing Curse, didn’t I? That was what finished off Voldemort…”
Vivienne just gives him an unimpressed stare, until Harry finally looks away. He’s forced to confront and acknowledge the absurdity of his life over the next few seconds, thinking of situation after situation where… yes, it made sense that he was more powerful than even Dumbledore and Voldemort. As he does so, the Delacour Matriarch continues to slurp off the mess they made from their coupling with one another. Until finally, she sits back on her haunches and gives him a knowing, expectant grin.
“Well, Harry? What now, hm?”
His jaw clenches as he considers that question for a moment. His emerald eyes flash, as he quickly finds his answer.
“Now? Now we give the Lodge exactly what they wished for. They wanted my power, didn’t they? Well then, I’ll be happy to show it to them.”
Those who submitted, he would spare. Those who insisted on continuing to act against him and his, Harry wasn’t so sure he would be able to show mercy towards. But one thing was for sure… the kiddy gloves were off. Now was when things got real.
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A/N: On my public websites, I'm probably going to label this as the end of Book 1. I could easily see there being a sequel to this down the road, with 40+ chapters more of OP!Harry working his way through the Lodge of Sorceresses and all the other gals we didn't get to before dealing with the American Dark Lord once and for all.
Alas, I'm not sure Book 2 will ever be a thing. I made a lot of mistakes with Book 1. Going into things without much of a plan to start, and then trying to do a soft reboot instead of a full-blown restart back near the beginning while I had the chance.
As a result, even though I know a few of you liked this fic quite a lot, it was undeniably messy. The sudden shift to being a crossover fic (even if I didn't call it a crossover fic) was probably more than a little jarring, and I know it upset some people who came to my Patreon to read a Harry Potter fic without all the expies.
I do think I learned a lot, in the end. Hopefully people enjoy what I've got planned next for my Harry Potter fic. As always, thanks for reading!
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Second A/N: On the note of my next HP fic, even though the results of the last Vibe Check were 62% in favor of genderbending Voldemort, I have decided NOT to do so. He will remain male.
As I mentioned in that Vibe Check, I consider this too decisive of an issue to go forward with it if I didn't have an overwhelming majority. I set that threshold at 70% in my head but honestly would have preferred even higher at 80%+ to really feel good about it. Mostly because I'm fully aware that the people against genderbending Voldemort will feel MUCH more strongly about it than the vast majority of people voting for it.
Anyways, since we didn't meet either of those thresholds, Voldemort will remain male in my next Harry Potter fic. You can expect that out in two weeks in this piece's previous slot!
Comments
Mezmor
When will prof be back?
Kejmur
Fair enough. One day Disney focused story could be fun. So many nice women from Disney, younger or MILF.
Cambrian
Sorry to hear that! If it helps, even tho we're not doing Lady Voldemort, it did inspire another idea that I've decided to implement in this upcoming new HP fic. I hope you give it a try at least!
Cqys
Man it really sucks a lot to be in the majority of a vibe check on something that's difficult to find and still be denied. I've read so many HP fics at this point that it basically took my enthusiasm for this one and took it out back and shot it. Hard to find anything interesting with HP these days but we'll see I guess.
Cambrian
Heh yeah, bit too late I'd say. We're pretty locked into the Time Travel Harry that I'm already planning on writing now. Older Apocalypse Harry returns from a bad end future to his Fourth Year at Hogwarts to Save The World. Hopefully you enjoy it when it finally starts coming out!
Kejmur
At this point, it may be too late, but my suggestion would be medieval/renaissance Harry Potter fic, where it's either AU set up in this Era, or original Harry Potter ends up in that 'time travel AU' of sorts. This could possibly involve some Disney / Fate expies? Not gonna lie, classic cartoon Maleficent for example is still hot as hell in that exotic way. And well, original HP characters like Hermione would still be there.
