Harry Potter and the Sisters Black Chapter 4

Harry wakes up unusually warm the next morning. He can feel something warm and very hard pressed against his chest while something equally warm, but soft is pressed against his back. He slowly opens his eyes to find a shock of blonde hair obscuring his view. Harry inhales sharply as he moves his arm, which somehow got draped over the blondes’ hips. His hand accidentally brushes against her crotch as his hand moves up, and comes away soaking wet. At the moist feeling, Harry’s cock springs to attention, nestled up against the woman’s arse.

He hears Narcissa purr, “Good morning master.” She turns around so her tits are pressed against Harry’s chest. Reaching down, she gently grabs Harry’s short arm, “Hmm, feels like you’re up for a little morning exercise.”

As Harry arches an eyebrow, whatever’s behind him moves and he falls to his back.

Bellatrix actually purrs for a moment before saying, “Mind if I start the morning activities sister? I’ll only be able to warm him up.”

With a throaty chuckle, “Go ahead Bella.”

Grinning, Bella slides down Harry’s body, randomly interspacing kisses on the skin until she’s face to head with her master’s pulsing staff. Giddily she opens her mouth and takes Harry crown into her mouth. She runs her tongue all along the skin as she takes more of the hard meat into her eager orifice. As she adds a gentle suction to her ministrations, Harry moans and she feels the cock in her swell slightly. Bella quickly pulls back until just the crown is still in her mouth and is shortly rewarded by a large dollop of warm goo being deposited in her mouth.

After Harry’s spent, and barely softened at all, Bella moves over to her sister. Narcissa says, “No Bella, enjoy. After all, I get the main course.”

With a euphoric look on her face, Bella slowly swallows her masters’ gift.

Harry’s back to full mast as he watches Bella’s throat constricting and releasing rhythmically.

Eyeing her master’s beautiful cock, Narcissa says, “Well master, I can see you’re up for another round, so how shall it be?”

Harry reluctantly tears his eyes from Bella to look at Narcissa, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she says, holding up her hand as she ticks off her points, “there’s fellatio which my sister just performed, there’s standard copulation, and then there’s sodomization. Do you have a preference?”

“Preference? Hell, I don’t even understand what you said.”

Narcissa looks at Harry for a moment while her sister tittles quietly, “May I use the vulgar references master?”

“I’d prefer it.”

“My apologies master, but Lucius wouldn’t have stood for any form of vulgarity to be used in his house, especially in his presence, so I’m used to using the more formal phrasing. The normal options are a blow job as my sister just performed, conventional intercourse, and buggery. Any other questions master?”

Harry looks at her in shock for a moment, before he says, “Normal will do,” in a strangely flat voice.

Narcissa reaches up and snaps her fingers right in front of Harry’s face, no reaction. Narcissa sadly shakes her head before looking at Bella, who quietly nods her head. Nodding her assent, Narcissa pulls her arm back and slaps Harry, visibly cringing at the blow.

Harry shakes his head violently for a moment, before exclaiming, “What the hell was that for?”

Narcissa looks down morosely. “I’m very sorry master, but you’d gone into shock.”

Harry looks over to Bella who nods her head, “Well then, I don’t see how any punishment will be needed.”

With a deep sigh, Narcissa says, “Well then, what form and position would you prefer?”

Harry quickly shakes his head again, “Let’s say conventional and you choose the position.”

Narcissa nods her head and crawls onto Harry, straddling his hips. She reaches down and grabs Harry’s shaft. She guides him to her dripping center and eagerly slides down his shaft.

A few minutes later, Harry grunts out his release and Narcissa climbs off of him with a smug look on her face

As the sisters go over to their rather small closet Harry rolls off the bed. He feels the pressure behind his eyes signaling a killer headache as he heads over to his closet.

The three are spread around the room, unprepared for the attack only moments away.


Albus is sitting behind his desk contemplating the papers lying on his desk. At the top of the papers is the title “Transfer of Ownership Rights – Personnel.” The papers would give Harry full ownership of both Narcissa and Bellatrix, but would also make him responsible for their actions.

As he sits there, a large, officious looking owl swoops in through a window and lands right in front of him. The owl holds out its leg and allows Albus to remove the letter before launching back into flight and out of the office.

With a small smile on his face, Albus unrolls the letter. As expected, it’s Fudge’s response. He quickly scans the letter before he stands up with a full smile on his face. Albus Disapparates with a quiet *pop* to deliver the good news to Harry. Unfortunately, he pops directly into Harry’s bedroom before notifying the concerned parties.

The moment he appears at Number 4, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Light wizard in the world gets a hard lesson in dueling reality. Dodging one unexpected Stunner is difficult, but possible. Dodging two unexpected Stunners is extremely difficult, but it can be done is one has fast reflexes. However, dodging three Stunners from three points on the compass is quite impossible.

Harry reaches up and massages his eyes after he sees the old wizard lying on the floor with a piece of parchment next to him.

“Would one of you two please wake him up?”

Narcissa quickly casts the requested spell before walking over to him eloquently, and helping him to his feet.

Harry says, “Sorry about that Albus, but I’m sure you understand. Now, we just have to wait for the damn Ministry.”

With a smile, Albus hands Harry the parchment before he conjures two comfy chairs.

As Harry looks up to peruse Albus’ handiwork he notices the girls are still naked. He instantly barks, “GET DRESSED RIGHT NOW YOU TWO!”

They jump and quickly move to obey his command.

Harry sits down and notices the strained look on Albus’ face, “Are you alright Albus? I apologize for the girls’ lack of promptness in dressing, something that will have to be addressed soon. Also, I hope you will pardon me for a moment to get dressed myself.”

Harry quickly stands up and throws on a robe before addressing himself to his ageing headmaster. “Now, how may I help you?”

“First off, let me say thank you for reminding me of the rules of courtesy.”

Harry notices the twinkle in Dumbledore’s eye reach record levels just moments before his head explodes in pain. A moment later the explosion has stopped, but the left over pain is still present. Looking up, Harry can see Dumbledore is sitting up *very* straight in his chair. Bella has a wand at the back of his neck, while Cissa’s wand is pressed against his chest. Harry asks, “What just happened?”

Narcissa speaks up, “My apologies master, but this being, just attempted Legilimency on you.”

Appearing completely unflustered, Albus says, “Harry, would you please have these lovely ladies sheath their wands?”

Harry glares at Dumbledore, “Very well professor, but on the condition that you swear a Wizards Oath not to attempt to invade my mind again.”

Albus winces not missing the subtle rebuke from his young charge; closing his eyes, Albus concentrates for a moment before saying, “I do hereby swear not to use any form of Legilimency on Harry James Potter without his expressed consent.”

After the final word is spoken, there’s a brief flash of light and then a beam of white light launches itself from Albus’ chest and connects with Harry’s. The beam lasts for only a moment before fading away into nothing.

“It is done Harry.”

Surprise evident in his expression, Harry nods to the sisters who hesitantly put their wands away.

“Now Harry, is there anything else you need?”

“Not that I can think of off hand.”

Narcissa speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Actually, sire, there are a few things I would like to request, if I may.”

Harry nods his head to her, “Go ahead Cissa.”

“Sir, I’d like to arrange a shopping trip to Diagon Alley as well as a small trip back to Malfoy manor for a few mementos.”

Albus looks at Harry, “I’ll make the arrangements with your permission, Harry.”

“Why are you asking me Albus?”

“Because Harry, for all intents and purposes, they are your property. Speaking of which,” he says as he reaches into his robes and pulls out two sets of paper. “This is the paperwork needed Harry, for the ladies to transfer full ownership rights of themselves, to you. All that’s required is your signature on each of them and theirs on the appropriate copy.”

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up, “What would this mean, exactly?”

“It would make official what’s already in place; that they are now your personal property to do with what you wish. They’ll have no rights as people, but will be in the same class as House Elves as far as their civil rights are concerned.”

Harry looks at the two women; their faces are positively alight with joy, “What do you two have to say about this?”

Bella speaks up, her joy present in every syllable, “Oh please sign master.”

“You mean that you actually *want* me to sign you into slavery?”

“It’ll just be making the facts legal master.”

Albus speaks up, “Also worthy of note, is the fact that after the paperwork is filed Harry, Bellatrix will be a free woman. If those at the ministry wish to truly annoy you, they might charge you a fine, but that will be it.”

“I’ll sign, but the ladies have to sign first.”

Almost before he can blink, the sisters have the proper papers in hand and have their names properly written out. Harry doesn’t have a clue where the quills came from as he takes Cissa’s quill and paperwork. Quickly affixing his signature to each set of papers, “Albus, what happens now?”

Albus puts the papers back into his robe, “Now Harry, I take and file these papers immediately. The ministry should get in touch with you within a few hours, a day at the most. I’ll also see about arranging an escort for yourself and Ms. Black.”

“Oh and one more thing Albus, would it be possible for me to visit #12 in the near future?”

“Of course Harry. If you don’t mind, that can be included in the trip to Diagon Alley.”

“That’ll work Albus. Perhaps you could have Tonks be the escort as she’s already passingly aware of the situation.”

“You make a good point Harry. I’ll see about arranging the escort for tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”

“Tomorrow will be fine; say nine am?”

“I’ll make the arrangements. If Ms. Tonks can’t make it, would you prefer to move it to another day or to have a different escort?”

“If Tonks can’t make it, then have Remus come by.”

“Very well Harry. Now, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’d like to get these papers filed as quickly as possible.”

“Good luck Albus, I hope to hear from you soon.”

“I’ll file these papers and then make the appropriate fire-calls and owl you immediately.”

Harry nods his head and Albus stands up before he Disapparates.

Harry rubs his temples, trying to alleviate the pain. “Cissa dear, dare I ask what you want from the Malfoy home?”

“Just a few books master. Nothing of malevolent intent.”

Harry can sense that ...

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