Nymphadora and Harry Potter

"Why the hell are you doing this????" Nymphadora asked in despair to the two twin sisters who had become her nightmare this year at Hogwarts. She didn't even remember anymore what led to her current situation, but she knew it started when she unwittingly showed desire for her cousin's parts. The beautiful, well-distributed and exciting parts of her cousin.

Honestly, Nymphadora didn't believe she should be blamed for this. Who in their right mind would ignore that piece of art on display without being married or gay? In fact, she didn't even believe gay women would be able to resist that boy's dick. It was just too perfect...

But it didn't help now.

The twins started to "invite" the young Puff to train with them. Nothing suspicious, after all they lived together and everything. But it didn't last long.

The young shifter finally realized that her little cousins ​​were demons disguised as humans. She still remembers the first day when she had her body bewitched to run for 9 km without breaks for hours... when it was over she had almost raw legs and the scary part? The girls mentioned her legs and made her repeat the route. When did she end? More healing and another series of infernal races. What's worse is that when the shapeshifter questioned the training methods, the twins simply said she needed it since it started late. What the hell was that supposed to mean? But then again, she couldn't run away from the two sisters and their rogue Eldens who kidnapped her day in and day out directly from her bedroom.

A week of "basic fitness" and she began dodge training along with the cursed runs. The twins simply cast dozens of nasty spells for her to dodge... It didn't help that she had tried the previous running exercises and they had not healed the damage from the last set of basic fitness!

A month later, and Nymphadora was taught how to behave properly. 17 years of not obeying the mother to improve her manner was corrected in a week of torture with the girls. The girls simply said that if she didn't learn to behave she would be forced to run for days without intermittent healings and voila, a lady-in-training was added to the Black family.

Another month and she became stronger in many ways. The twins taught occlumency and legilimency to the advanced level. They created a training regimen and a balanced diet, taught her to cook, dance, talk and walk like a true noble... It was a nightmare for the young girl... and all because she looked at a penis! Nymphadora had begun to regret her lust. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have to go through this hell.

And now here they were, with poor Nymphadora tied in the center of a ritual circle that would give her all the magical knowledge accumulated by the sisters. It was a circle created to increase a person's theoretical base and experience quickly and the girls concluded that it was the best way to train the girl. After all, if she already knew the theory of spells, they wouldn't need to spend hours explaining.

And then Nymphadora's mind was drowned in waves and waves of memories about magic... Unbeknownst to the twins, most of the "forbidden" memories were sent to her and Nymphadora "relived" the hot moments when the girls enjoyed the unconscious body of her cute little cousin.

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Waking up had never been so confusing for the young woman before, but she felt great. Her mind was clear and her thoughts faster. She also started thinking about her magic and the memories she got from the two sisters and…holy shit, those girls were OP. Nymphadora was even more admired thanks to Aarine's memory in the gravity chambers for physical training. If her exercises were demonic, then the older twin's were simply inconceivable.

But what she really focused on was the magic they had access to. Who knew the snotty brat had created specific spellbooks for the twin sisters and hadn't given her any? Personalized extended bags? Manna recovery gems? Enchanted dresses with dozens of useful amulets? Nymphadora was dying of envy.

"You're not his lover yet, you know?" Karine spoke as she walked into the room with a tray full of delicious food.

"Yeah, I know...can you stop getting into my head?"

"Function I entered." The younger twin denied it. "You simply shouted your thoughts to whoever would listen. I'm sure Aarine from the training room heard you. Here, eat your breakfast."

"Breakfast? How long has it been?"

"Relax, it's still early enough for you to be able to attend the first class after eating... and enjoy an hour in a hot tub." Karine smiled.

"I still don't understand why you guys are training me. I admit I enjoyed seeing my cute little cousinnaked, but its not like I fossem going to do anything about it. We are cousins ​​after all."

"Distant cousins. Thoroughbreds have a lot of tradition between family marriages if I remember correctly."

"Yuck. Please don't talk about it."

"Nymphadora, don't be an idiot. We both know you like Pietro, so you don't have to pretend here. I can see his mind after all."

That silenced the girl. Yes, she had mixed feelings about her cousin, but nothing much more. She had liked to imagine Pietro using his thick, firm cock driving into her madly like a muggle jackhammer, but it wasn't anything too unusual, was it? Who was she trying to fool? After all she was a Black... abnormal things are the norm for the family. Not many sane people were part of the big mess this family was.

"Aren't you jealous of the little cousin?" the shapeshifter asked curiously.

"We knew he attracts women the way mine attracts bees… honestly, I don't think we'll be able to satisfy him on our own… it's like a Veela instinct you see. We know what our mates' needs are intuitively and we try our best to meet their needs…so taking you, a trustworthy and family woman, as a sister-wife is not a problem."

"Okay, I think."

"I think you should eat fast and freshen up before your classes...we also have to talk about your future after school."

"Like this? I want to be an Auror and..."

"This has become an impossibility now. We don't want you to be an Auror." Karine said coldly. "We train you to serve our beloved, not a rotten government like magical Britain."

"That..."

"Let's talk later. Now eat and leave."

Nymphadora obeyed and left the Veela twins' room with conflicting thoughts. Should she serve Pietro? Abandoning your dream? Of course, she learned a lot about the wizarding world and its social problems in her classes with the twins. Prejudice against Muggle-borns, slave contracts, kidnappings, rapes, deaths... Muggles are not even considered full citizens in this rotten society.

So it's not wrong to say that becoming an Auror would basically make her a slave to such a flawed government. Even her job hunting and defeating Dark wizards would be difficult to appease her unfair heart feeling.

On the other hand, serving her cousin…the person who had brought genuine smiles to her mother's face and satisfaction to her father's tired life, didn't seem like a bad deal, if you think about it. It helped that she liked the presence of the little brat. His scent... by Merlin's flaky balls, she would be an idiot before refusing the possibility of being able to love young Pietro...

Well, there's not much doubt about her choice...

Although fighting the forces of Darkness had been a childhood dream, he doubted Pietro would forbid her to do that…right? Dark wizard hunts can be cool...

And it might be useful to Pietro in some way.

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POV MC

I was starting to integrate heavier exercises into the Potter brat to my satisfaction. I could hear his heavy panting and his pained moans as I read a comic created by Soley Inc's competing wizards.

I had to admit that the quality of wizard comics is pretty good. In fact the whole was almost flawless...yes, wizards have the ability to create viral things if they just try... anyway, magic really made wizards lazy and it took my threat to crash their economy by monopolizing the gold galleons for begin to change their stagnant attitude.

Yes I am a boon to the wizarding world.

My narcissism strikes again.

"I...huff huff huff...can I...huff huff huff huff huff take a break?" Young Potter asked, almost dying from lack of air.

"Let me think for a while... until then, continue your exercises." I ordered and returned to the comic.

And he really continued to train. Harry had grown on me these months. He was more than just an idiot brat, see. There were no apparent flaws in him. Even the hero complex I imagined he would have disappeared. He was a totally different version of the canon and I was under the impression that it wasn't a change caused by my existence. And I checked this using arithmance, for anyone who doubts my claim. The personality of was completely independent of me and that gave me a lot of conflicting thoughts.

He became one of the few wizards I didn't dislike. There was no arrogance in him, but healthy pride, especially after I talked about his mothering accomplishments. He was also smart, but years of suppression at the hands of abusive relatives greatly hampered his knowledge base. With that in mind, I transmitted all theoretical knowledge of Muggle science into his mind. Also a few useful magical knowledge has been added to yourtheoretical basis... I couldn't have much close contact with a dumb person, could I?

But that exponentially increased the brat's growth rate. His magic became more fluid and more potent just by having knowledge installed in him. It let me see the talent of this world's hero more clearly. He was an expert in battle magic, transfiguration and spells... in simple terms, he inherited both his parents' talents in full, which makes him a very valuable possible minion.

Now why was I tense, conflicting feelings? I didn't want an old-time slave looking like a young man anymore... in fact, my guts refused to let Harry Potter be used by the old goat Dumbles after meeting him. You can tell I have a soft spot for talented wizards.

"You can stop now, little one." I spoke with mischief in my voice and he just stopped running and fell, nailing to the ground. "I hope you don't skip training tomorrow."

"No... No... arff arff..."

"I get it, Potter." I interrupted his attempts to speak while lying on the floor. "Tomorrow we're going to fix some things on you."

He looked at me confused, but I just pointed to the scar on his forehead. The same one that still ached when he approached Quirrelmort, the same one that still had a fragment of a Dark wizard's soul that remained constantly weakening young Potter's own soul. Even though young Potter's soul is frankly more powerful than that of the Veela twins, he was still suffering from the strain the possession intended.

In fact I was planning to purify the soul of all thoughts, memories and personality to make the brat devour the neutral soul and enlarge his mind further. That would be good for him and me... as well as giving him a fighting chance when Dumbles tries to possess him. With a stronger soul, he could fight for possession of the body more easily and beat the old man at his own game.

"I will strengthen you." I decided. "Don't be late."

"Yes…" I heard his whisper as he walked out of the RoR.

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Days passed after the cleansing ritual and Harry became an expert in magic. His body wasn't nearly as powerful as Karine's (not to mention Aarine who actually trained her own body) but her soul surpassed the twins just because of the amount of soul energy... I taught him compression meditation to increase the quality of your own soul rather than the quantity, explaining that a very large soul can harm the body while a dense soul only benefits it.

The brat took my teachings like candy and absorbed everything quickly becoming a terrifying variation on a member of the Soul race (Spirit World). He increased his expertise in Parseltongue, Legilimency, Occlumency, and whatever form of mind attack caused extreme pain to his targets.

If I'm not wrong, young Tom could do that to his little friends at the orphanage.

But when I first saw him use it with the little princess Draco Malfoy, I could only think of Twilight Jane looking at someone and saying, "Pain." The uncomfortable shiver I felt from that made me feel awkward with him for days.

But the good part is that he can only use it on people weaker than him so I was safe.

In that short period of time, I also got news from my uncles and learned that Uncle Ted's tweet still worked... apparently my aunt would have a baby in a few months from now and that left me smiling silly for a few days. I would have cute nephews to spoil after all... I didn't have to wait for Sirius.

Ah, about my plans with the Philosopher's Stone, everything followed the canon. Harry was still the passive bitch when he wasn't with me and that made it very easy since it was all just Dumbles' blatant manipulation. The plot had continued and I would benefit greatly from it.

I also revealed to Harry about the fact that I wanted to steal the Stone and that this was the main reason for my request that he continue following the old goat's plots. He was pissed at me for a few days until he came up to me and said no matter what, I was honest in the end and that was something.

See, I hadn't been honest with him because I wanted his bloody pardon, but just use it as a plan B in case I'm late to steal the Stone before Dumbles. All I wanted was for him to place the Stone in the transport circle directly to my future-dimensional-realm island. Nothing more than that. But he again interpreted it as me being honest for the sake of our friendship.

Yes, I liked him.

No, we weren't friends.

Yes, I wanted a royal guard to serve me.

No, I am not an honest and good person.

Yes, I told him that.

No, the bastard didn't believe me.

There were many perks to Harry's credulity after all, but some part of me wondered if I had revealed the truth to him.just to make my plans easier or... if I really wanted to have a psychologically healthy relationship with an ally and possible friend.

I mean, my grandfather would never have been so direct. He and the old goat were made of the same manipulative material and I was raised by him and taught to act similarly. So I wasn't ignorant of the arts of seduction and the silver tongue. I was pretty good at it.

On the other hand, my grandfather became an international criminal, was betrayed, imprisoned and forgotten (almost no one knows about Grindelwald if they weren't old enough to remember World War II. Even Voldemort didn't go after him until decades later and he was alive in season.). So there was in me the need not to use his proven flawed means. If he'd invited more into his servants, a lot of trouble would have been avoided... for a start, Dumbles wouldn't have a phoenix as familiar these days if it weren't for his stupid mistakes involving Aurelius Dumbledore.

Well, no more analysis for today. I can only wait now to have my precious power source...

Honestly, I didn't know what was on the Flamel minds. I mean, they created a stone full of magical energy and vitality and used it only to make gold and stone juice... what's the matter with wizards? Don't they know about the need for clean energy that the world needs today? Didn't they realize that global warming was slowly and surely making the world less magical?

How many species of beasts have become extinct in these years? How many biomes were devastated? How much land has been lost due to rising sea levels? Gods, magic could do a lot to fix that…but inability to reason was a disease with one to most wizards.

So my oversized island was a way to balance everything too. It would help save endangered species, return meltwater from the magnetic poles back to them, secure my kingdom in a magically rich place, and enhance my political influence to an even scarier level than it already is.

So I don't feel guilty at all about stealing someone else's work and let's not even say it was in Dumbles' hands... causing trouble for him was just another bonus.

So let's expect good news from my little lone knight Harry Potter.