Different yet The Same World - Chapter 11

Hey everyone, long time no see. Yes, this is me, and I'm alive.

So, first of all, I want to start with the most important thing, which is to apologise to you. I am really sorry for not uploading for almost a month now and for going radio silent, giving you no update that you deserved. All I can say is that I had a reason for it; whether it was justifiable or not depends on you.

So last month, I told you that there was a personal matter causing me to have trouble writing. At the time, I didn't disclose it because I didn't feel comfortable enough, but now it's necessary for me to defend myself.

The personal matter was my mother's health. My lovely mother, whom I love more than anything, has suffered from chronic disease for a long time. And last month, it became serious enough that I had to go and take care of her. At that time, her health became stable enough, and I was hoping I could go back to writing this month.

But at the start of this month, it became very serious, and we had no other option than to operate it. I am grateful that, thanks to God, the operation was successful, and my mother is now finally free of her disease. She is now back home and is making an amazing recovery.

And because of that, this whole month I have spent the first half of it in the hospital and then with my mother taking care of her. I knew that if I went for a very long time, I would lose members, but taking out time to write meant cutting out the time I should be caring for my mother, which I could never do.

I know I should have given you updates, but frankly, I didn’t even know when I would get the time to write, so I didn’t want to give you any false hopes or lies.

I hope that you might find this reason enough for my absence, and if not, I won’t mind it.

Coming back here, I was disappointed in myself and not surprised to see how many members had left. More than that, I was deeply moved by the sheer number of members who remained. Each and every one of you is the best, and I don’t know if I even deserve you.

Now back to business talk. I can confidently say I am back now. You can expect updates quite fast, as I need to make up for the days I lost and hopefully gain the lost members back.

This chapter is the aftermath of the werewolf battle in the last chapter, and the next update will be character art tomorrow, and then a day later will be the new chapter of either of my other long stories.

Thank you very very very much for your patience, continued love, trust, support, and everything. I hope I can repay the trust you have placed in me.

You’re the best in the world.

Enjoy the chapter.

As he stood under the shower, the spray of warm water on his dripping body relaxed Harry and washed away all the dirt and blood.

The warm water helped ease the tension and the still-running adrenaline in his body after the battle he just had.

Putting his hands on the walls, Harry leaned on them and, closing his eyes, rewinded the fight with the werewolves in his mind.

It had been almost a couple of months since the first attack on Hogsmeade, which Harry dealt with and sent a warning to the dream side. Knowing Voldemort like he did, Harry knew he wasn’t going to sit silently and would attack again to reclaim his wounded pride.

And Harry was proven correct today. Seeing the choice of attack from his lifelong rivals wasn’t a shock to him either.

As for the fight, Harry was satisfied with his performance; the werewolves, as dangerous as they were, were no match for him.

After all, he had five years of experience fighting them, and by now, he knew all of their weak points by the back of his hand.

The only thing that went wrong and what he wouldn’t have wanted was for Amelia to get hurt.

When he thought about her, images of her fight flashed through his mind, and Harry was mighty impressed by the red-haired Auror performance.

For someone who had never fought against a werewolf, Amelia was admirably calm and composed throughout her fights.

It spoke of her stills talent and the hours of training she has put into being the best she can be, and Harry couldn’t be less proud of her.

Seeing her fight so ferociously made him feel the way he had been for quite some time. The way she was moving with her hair flowing and her voluptuous body covered tightly in those robes made him want to pull her to him and have his way with-

CLICK

The sound of his bathroom door opening brought Harry abruptly out of his thoughts. Snapping his eyes open, he pushed off the wall and opened the glass door of his shower to look at the intruder.

Seeing who it was, Harry, already pumping blood, went straight down to his soft cock as he gazed at the woman he was just thinking about, clad in nothing but a towel.

The towel was only covering enough of her chest and navel, leaving out her delicious-looking long legs.

Travelling his eyes from her leg to up, Harry met the eyes of the smirking Amelia, who was clearly happy with his wandering eyes.

"Amelia, what are you doing here?” Harry asked while only peeking his head out of the shower stall and trying not to let his eyes fall on her chest. “You should be with Pompfrey.”

“I was with her. The wound was thankfully just a scratch, and she patched me up quickly.” Amelia shrugged, causing her towel to slide down slightly. "See, check for yourself,” she added, extending her right leg.

Harry clearly saw her smooth leg without any wounds, but his eyes were more on those thick thighs and long legs that he just wanted to worship with his lips.

Shaking out of his horny thoughts, Harry coughed and brought his eyes back to her. "That's alright, but you still haven’t told me why you are here,” he asked the curvy woman who closed the door and stepped forward, making the hair on the back of Harry’s neck stand up.

“You know very well why I am here, Harry,” Amelia whispered, huskily hooking her fingers to the towels. “We both have been denying our inner feelings for too long, and I can’t take it anymore...”

With a single pull, the barely covering white towel fell down, and Amelia revealed herself completely to Harry’s eyes.

And by the fucking Merlin, Harry's breathing stopped after finally looking at Amelia in her full glory.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had imagined Amelia’s naked body too many times. However, none of his imaginations could hold the candle to the real thing.

In simple words, Amelia was a bombshell with a body that would make Veela envious.

With her copper-red hair and a slim, angular face, Amelia was already a beautiful witch, but what set her apart was her body.

Calling her voluptuous would be an understatement.

She had the biggest boobs he'd ever seen, sitting perfectly on her chest. The two huge jugs were so big that Harry’s hand wouldn’t even be able to hold half of them.

However, what truly made them magical was how perky they were, despite their size. The two melons sat politely without any hint of a sag, and topping those mounds were two pink-coloured nipples that were begging to be sucked.

Travelling down, Harry’s eyes drifted over her flat stomach, which showed how fit Amelia kept herself. There were even abs lines that made her that much hotter to Harry.

If Amelia's tits were big, then you can be sure that her ass was nothing to scoff at either. With the wide hips, she had the bubble butt on which you can bounce a galleon.

All in all, she had the perfect hourglass body with a proportion that could be true only in a man's wildest fantasy.

But it was Harry who was going to enjoy that curvy body.

Still, before he did that, Harry wanted to be sure, even if he hated himself for it.

“Are you sure about this, Amelia?” Harry asked in a lower and deeper voice than before, forcing his eyes back on her blue one.

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Are you really trying to be a gentleman right now, Harry?” Her eyes then slid down, and she smirked. "Also you are asking me that, but your not-so-little Harry is saying something else."

Harry looked where she was staring, and he realised that she could see his body outline through the shower glass. And right now there was a very clear, long outline of his, as she called ‘not so little Harry', hanging between his legs.

Knowing he was being stupid, Harry accepted his already long-hidden desire for his busty friends and stepped out from behind glass.

Amelia gasped as she finally got the whole look of Harry’s Adonis-like body, and her eyes, which tried to appraise the other features of his, went straight to the massive schlong stretching out from Harry’s groin.

Her breathing became heavier, and her nipple hardened as she secretly licked her lips.

She has never seen a naked male body, but after seeing Harry's today, she was sure that she never wanted to see another one in her life.

Taking all the hard and sculpted muscles, she brought her eyes back to his face, and this time it was Harry who was smirking smugly.

Amelia stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and gazed into his emerald green eyes, darkened with lust. “So… are you going to just stay there or finally do something?”

The busty red-haired girl got her answer when Harry's strong arms pulled her in and his lips claimed her in the hunger of a starved beast.

Amelia sighed happily and closed her eyes as she finally got to kiss the man she had been crushing on for the past couple months.

She surrendered herself, let Harry take control of her, and moaned when he pulled her into the shower.

The feeling of warm water on her body was a very welcomed need, but it was drowned out by the elating sensation of Harry’s hard body against her.

With one hand, Harry gripped her neck, and with the other, he grabbed a handful of her ass and pulled her closer as he thrust his tongue down her lips.

Amelia whimpered as she submitted—which was so unlike of the normally confidant woman—and let Harry dominate her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on her tiptoes while she swiped saliva and water with Harry's tongue, dragging her pebbled nipple on his chest.

Trapping his cock between them, she rubbed her pussy on it and moaned at the wonderful feeling of her lips getting stretched by his wide girth.

She could feel the length of Harry’s stretching from her pussy to her stomach, and she wondered how deep that massive thing would go inside her and how much it would stretch her walls.

That thought made her weak in the knees, and Harry used that to push her against the wet walls of the bathroom, trapping her between them and his body.

When the need for breath became too much, Harry finally broke the kiss, and the two took much-needed oxygen for their deflated lungs.

Their foreheads touching, both gazed into each other while the warm water flowed over their bodies.

“That was…so much…better…than my dreams…” Amelia breathed, staring at his swollen lips.

Harry chuckled huskily, sending a shiver down her spine. “This is just the start, my love.”

He leaned down under her chin and peppered kisses from her jaw to her neck. Amelia giggled and gasped when Harry nipped at a sensitive pulse on her soft skin, making her feel hot.

Her eyes fluttered as Harry made his way down to her collarbone and then finally to her heavy tits. Cupping her more than a handful of boobs, Harry dove down to kiss and sucked all over them.

“I have wanted to do this for so long.” Harry groaned, kneading Amelia’s bodacious bazongas. “Every time I saw you in those tight tops, all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss and suck these pillows.”

Amelia giggled, her face red. “Than what are you waiting for-OH Harryyyy…” she gasped, her eyes rolling as Harry took her thick nipples in his mouth and sucked on them.

With one hand on the wall above her, she held herself, while with the other, she threaded her fingers in Harry’s wet hair and pushed him between her boobs.

Harry happily lost himself in Amelia's pillowy bosom. They were so big and yet so soft that he just wanted to eat them, which was exactly what he did. He kissed and bit her huge tits all over, rolling and pinching her hard nipples.

“Oh…fuck….Ahhh… yessss…” Amelia was so lost in pleasure that she didn't even care about the bite, and she would happily carry the hickeys left behind by Harry.

Grabbing the two mounds, Harry squished them together and sucked both nipples like a hungry baby. Amelia bit her lips and moaned deep in her throat as her eyes closed in pleasure.

This was so much better than any nightly self-pleasure she has indulged in, and Harry was still only using his tongue. She couldn’t wait for the height of ecstasy she would reach when that massive shaft would finally be in her.

Harry slid his right hand from her stomach, where he caressed her abs, and then travelled down to her pelvis, where he felt a patch of hair.

Feeling the light trim of hair on his hand, Harry rubbed them, enjoying the whimper from Amelia, before finally bringing his finger to where she most desired.

“Morgana… yesssss!”

Amelia moaned loudly when her aching pussy finally got attention from his fingers. Harry stretched the fluppy pink lips and entered his finger slowly into her warm walls.

Both of them groaned at the same time. Amelia, from the pleasure of his thick finger stretching and rubbing her pussy while Harry, because of how warm and wet she was.

Despite the warm water, he could clearly feel how wet and drenched her pussy was.

Harry growled, "Fuck, Amelia, you are so wet for me!" before removing his finger and bringing the object to his lips.

Amelia's breath hitched as she watched Harry tease her with a smirk and suck his fingers right in front of her.

When Harry moaned, her cheeks turned hot red, and he closed his eyes as he saved her taste. If possible, that erotic scene just made Amelia wetter as her juice trailed down her thighs.

"Fuck, you taste so good.” Harry smiled, licking his finger. He whispered huskily, "I want to taste it right from the source now," and bent his knees to slide down, but Amelia stopped him.

He looked up in confusion, watching her red and wet face breathe heavily. “W-wait Harry,” Amelia said breathlessly, holding his bicep. “As much as I would love for you to do that, right now, I need your cock more than that.”

Harry's eyes widened slightly, and his cock twitched at her needy tone. Also because of her wet boobs bouncing as she took heavy breaths.

“I have watered far too long; I can’t wait anymore." Amelia begged, hugging him closer and leaning up to whisper in his ears. “My pussy needs you to fill it full with your big fat cock. Please Harryyyy”

"Fuck, love, you don’t need to beg me for that." Harry smirked, and then, surprising Amelia, he grabbed her meaty butt and lifted her into his arms.

Amelia gasped and wrapped her feet around his waist, hanging on with her hand on his shoulder. The show of strength and how easily Harry picked her up made her hornier for him.

Trapping her between him and the walls, Harry held her up with one hand while, with the other, he grabbed his swollen cock and placed it on her pussy lips.

Amelia looked down between her huge tits and gulped, seeing how massive his size looked compared to her tiny slit. For a millisecond, a doubt or fear entered her mind about whether it would fit. However, the fear quickly vanished when Harry caressed her wet lips with the bulbous head of his cock.

Just the sensation of rubbing at her entrance was driving her mad, and Amelia couldn't care less about feeling intimidated by his size; she needed him inside her more than anything.

“Please do it, Harry,” she begged in a needy whisper. “But be gentle at first.”

Harry snapped his eyes at her and asked softly. “You mean you have never?”

Amrita shook her head. "No, I have never dated a boy, let alone gone this far with one.” With a loving smile, she rubbed his chest. “But then, a couple of months ago, I met you, and since then, you have made me feel like I have never been with anyone, and I knew you were the one for me.”

Harry looked deeply into her eyes, searching for something, and then kissed her softly but intensely.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure it will be amazing for you,” he assured her with a soft smile.

“I know you will,” Amelia said, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. “But don't worry about the pain; the Auror training has helped me lose my hymen. So you can fuck me as hard as you want for the first time,” she whispered hotly to his lips.

"Oh, you can be sure that when I am done with you, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.” Harry growled, then swiftly pushed half of his cock inside her tunnel with a single thrust.

“MORGANA FUCKING TITSS!!”

Amelia screamed into the shoulder of Harry as she clung tightly to him while her untouched walls were stretched wider than she believed they could.

With only half of his shaft, she felt so full and stretched that it made her experience pain and pleasure equally.

Thankfully for her, Harry let her take her time, and because of the shower water, it was easier for her to take his beater bat inside her pussy.

When she felt the pleasure overriding the pain as she adjusted for his size, Amelia rolled her hips and moaned when she took a couple inches more.

“Oh goddd… It feels so gooddd…Harry,” the busty girl whimpered in Harry’s ears. "Please, you can move now…so plough my cunt like you want…”

Harry didn't need anything else, so he grabbed her ass and plunged his whole cock in. The massive, thick length went in like a battering ram, stretching Amelia's walls, and the bulbous head knocked on her cervix.

Amelia's breath left her in a shocked gasp when she felt the tip of Harry’s manhood touching her womb. She tightened her cock muscles as she savoured the feeling of getting full of Harry's manhood.

Harry bit his lips at the sudden tightness on his cock and slowly pulled it back, making Amelia whimper at the emptiness as her pussy tried to keep him in.

Harry then, with only his tip remaining in, drilled his length, forcing a whorish moan out of Amelia's mouth. He took hold of her, hooking his arms under her knees, and began truly fucking his girl's amazingly tight, warm walls.

Amelia's eyes fluttered, and her head rolled back as Harry's drilling cock penetrated her pussy. Every thrust stretched and filled her so well that it made her go mad.

The pleasure was so good that she cursed herself for not jumping Harry sooner. She imagined the many nights she could have already had with a massive cock splitting her tight cunt while she screamed herself raw.

The bathroom was filled with Amelia's moaning and screaming, as well as Harry's hips smashing with her loud clapping.

The water was bouncing off them, and Amelia could feel the hefty balls of Harry hitting her ass every time Harry bottomed inside her.

"Merlin, you feel so fucking good, Amelia…” Harry moaned in her ears, taking a bit of it. “Your pussy…is so tight… so warm... It’s hugging my fat dick…”

“Oh…ahhh…fuck…Harryyy…” Amelia cried upon hearing his dirty cock. “Your c-cock…is sooo good... so big... and….sooo thick…it’s stretching my pussy apart…”

Harry groaned, and his eyes followed her huge boobs bouncing on her chest with every thrust of his. 

“Fuck yes, baby... I can feel how wet and tight you are for me.” Harry growled as he set out to make her cum. “I can tell you are close, aren’t you, love?”

Amrita bit her lips, closing her eyes. Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded rapidly as she could feel the explosive climax on the edge, just ready to explode.

“Than don’t hold back.” Harry thrust slowly, with deep strokes hitting the back of her pussy and rubbing all her spots. “Let it go and cum on my cock…fuck…I want to feel you cumming on my cock so bad, love... drenched it with your cum…”

And that was exactly what she did.

"HARRRYYY, I-I’M FUCKING CUMMINGGGGG!”

Amelia screamed to heaven, and her legs locked on his waist as her whole body spasmed in pleasure. Her pussy clamped on Harry's cock, and just as he said, she gushed all over it.

Her fingernails scratched Harry's back like a cat as she arched her back and pressed her breasts against his solid chest.

Harry slowed his thrusting so that Amelia could enjoy her release. Her tight walls had clamped down on him, but he had managed to look back because he wanted to finish once he had made her cum three times.

He could never get tired of seeing his lover lose their mind after he had made them orgasm with his cock. It was always proudly satisfying to see them lose their minds, their faces blank in pleasure, and their pussy drenching his cock.

Which was why he loved making them completely lose their minds before feeling them up with his seed.

After a minute, Harry felt the tightness in Amelia's walls loosen, and he knew it was time to get proper.

When Amelia finally got her bearings back, she was shocked to find herself not in Harry's arms, but with her feet on the floor and him behind her.

She didn’t know when, but Harry had changed their position, and now she was leaning on the shower glass with her humongous boobs getting squished on them.

“W-what?” She asked breathlessly, looking back at him.

“Welcome to the land of living love,” Harry whispered in her ears, his hand on her hips and his hips thrusting into her.

Amelia's eyes widened, and she looked down in shock at Harry's still-hard cock slowly disappearing into her.

“You didn’t cum?”

"Oh, baby, I don’t cum that easily." Harry chuckled and plunged his massive length roughly inside her.

Amelia's breath got knocked out of her lungs, and she flattened her hand on the glass to hold as Harry fastened his rough thrust.

She might have just cummed a few minutes earlier, but she was still ready for Harry to pound her pussy more.

Pressing her cheeks against the glass, she arched her back and let Harry fuck the shit out of her. All she did was moan with her scratchy throat from all the screaming as the massive cock reached deeper inside from this angle.

Harry growled like an animal when he saw Amelia submit herself so willingly. He then grabbed her waist tightly and let his control loose.

His hips were now pistoning his cock inside Amelia's pussy, splitting her apart, and he was on a mission to make sure Amelia knew she belonged to him only.

As for Amelia, she didn’t even know what was going on. All she could tell was that Harry was fucking her, roughly rearranging her guts, and that she was taking it happily.

She just lost herself in the endless pleasure with a happy smile and her tongue lolling out, and soon another orgasm rocked her body.

She didn’t know if she screamed or moaned; all she felt was her body going from one climax to another’s as she shook in one long orgasm.

Her eyes rolled in her skull, her pussy squirting all over the shower glass, and the last thing she heard before she blacked out was Harry raising her name in pleasure and her womb getting filled with his warm, thick seed.

Harry held the unconscious girl in his hands while he kept blasting rope and rope of his cum in her pussy painting it white.

Some of it even leaked out of the seal of her lips, but it was thankfully cleaned away by the water from the shower.

It took a couple of minutes for Amelia to gear back into her surroundings, and she blinked her eyes open to see Harry’s green eyes staring at her softly. She looked around and found herself in Harry's room, feeling the soft mattress beneath her.

It seemed while she was out that her boyfriend (was he her boyfriend? Surely after taking her virginity and fucking hey like that, he was because she wasn’t going to let him go) had dried her and carried her to his bed.

"Hey, are you alright?” Harry asked, caressing her flushed cheeks to bring her attention back to him.

“Uh…oh yeah, I’m alright." Amelia took her time and then smiled. “Actually, I am more than alright... I have never felt better, except for the sore feeling…That was amazing—what we just did.”

“Glad you like it." Harry smirked proudly and kissed her, sucking and pulling at her tongue. “And I hope you can still go for more.”

Amelia pulled back and looked down in shock when she felt something heavy fall on her stomach and saw the huge thing that just made her see stars.

“You’re still not done?” With wide eyes, she asked in shock and disbelief.

“What? You think that was it?” Harry raised his eyebrow mockingly. "Love, that was just the first round; we still have the whole night to enjoy.”

“Fuck me,” Amelia murmured quietly.

“That’s the plan,” Harry smirked.

Amelia stared at him and his cock, wondering whether she was ready for more or not.

Oh, who was she kidding with the way her pussy was already wet seeing his cock, despite how sore it was, her decision was already made.

Biting her lips, she spread her legs and batted her lashes at Harry as she purred sensually. “What position do you want me in this time, you fucking stud?”

Harry didn't take even a second before he put one of her legs on his shoulder and plunged his cock back into her pussy.

Amelia moaned, and her head rolled back while she kneaded her boobs, getting ready to experience the euphoria once again.

Harry was right earlier; she was definitely not gonna walk tomorrow after he would be done with her tonight.

But for Amelia, that didn’t sound so bad.

-

If there were three words to describe the current scene of the Dark Lord's lair, they would be 'Chaos', 'Tense', and 'Fear'.

By destroying everything in his rage, Voldemort has turned his lair into a mess of chaos. With a snarl and anger in his red eyes, he kept swinging his wand and tried to let his fury flow.

The death eaters in the room were terrified, and the situation was tense as everyone stood still. No one had the courage to move a single inch unless they wanted to face the wrath of their master.

The Dark Lord has clearly not taken the defeat of his last attack well. It has been bad enough that his werewolf forces—something that he has been hiding for his bigger attacks in the future—were not only defeated, but they were destroyed by only two people.

And one of them was none other than the same wizard who stopped his previous attack on Hogsmeade. Although none of these things were the reason why he was so angry.

No, it was a confusing fact that this wizard, Harry Peverell, not only won twice against Voldemort but even knew his real name.

The dark lord detested that name more than anything in the world, and he has spent decades trying to make everyone forget that disgusting muggle name.

But now here was a young man who couldn’t be older than 21, and yet he knew the dark lord's secret.

All of this just made Voldemort angry, and everywhere he looked, he saw Harry Peverell's smirking face.

“AAHHH!”

With a boom and crash, a deep gash appeared on the wall at the back of the room after the no-nose wizard slaked his wand at it in anger.

Breathing heavily, Voldemort realised he was losing control, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen in front of his followers. He needed something to calm himself down, and what better way to release his anger than to punish one of his pets who had sworn to him that this attack would be successful?

"Mulciber,” a tall figure from the darkness of the room, stepped forward at his master's command.

“My lord,” the masked man asked, kneeling in front of his angry master.

“Bring me Malfoy,” Voldemort hissed with his back to his servant. “I want to know why the plan that he swore wouldn’t fail failed.”

“At once, my Lord." Mulciber nodded and swiftly went out to drag the coward, who was hiding in fear right now.

The dark lord remained motionless, gazing intently at the fissure in his lair, a result of his own intense anger. He didn't have to wait long; a couple of minutes later, Mulciber came back with a sweating and trembling Abraxas Malfoy following him.

Once he was in front of his master, the Lord Malfoy quickly kneeled down with his head low to try to hide his pale, fearful face.

“M-My Lord, you called me.” The usually arrogant man tried to keep his voice confident and without any fear, but his stuttering tongue betrayed him.

Everyone in the room watched with a waiting breath, wondering what their Lord would do. They all knew one thing that was going to happen: Abraxas' chances of leaving here unscathed were next to none. Everyone was in suspense as to what the dark lord had planned.

Everyone waited for their mart to speak, and there was a long silence. However, as the silence continued to stretch, the kneeling Malfoy's fear intensified along with it. If one were to look closer, they would see the shaking hands of the blonde man.

Finally, Voldemort decided to break the silence.

"Abraxas," the dark lord whispered, almost silently, with his back still turned to the shaking man. “You are my loyal servant, are you not?”

“I-I am my lord.” There were beads of sweat on Malfoy's pale face as he answered, trying not to show his fear.

"And when I took you into my ranks after you begged me for it, do you remember the vows you made, to fulfil every command I would give you?" Voldemort's voice became quieter and scarier as he stood straight, giving nothing away.

“I-I d-do my lord." Abraxas could clearly see where this was going, and it was getting harder to not just run away before his master killed him.

“Then you also remember the promise you gave me yesterday.” Only his left red eyes, narrowed in a snake-like slit, were visible as the Dark Lord turned his head to the side.

“You were in this same position when you swore that our attack would not fail. But guess what, my dear servant, it... did... fail.”

“My lord, I swear-“

“CRUCIO!!!”

Everyone knew it was coming, but no one was ready to hear the ear-piercing scream of Malfoy in pain. The blonde was withering and spasming on the ground as he suffered the overpowering torture spell from the dark lord.

Some of the death eaters in the room who were the allies of Malfoy House were wincing, seeing the Lord of that house screaming his lungs out in pain. While most of the others were enjoying the anguish of the arrogant man, they all hated.

Voldemort's rage was palpable, as he kept the spell going for almost a couple of minutes. Abraxas' voice had become hoarse from pain, and the death eaters could even smell his piss stench.

After today, it would be a long time before Abraxas Malfoy could even look into the eyes of his fellow cult member. That depends on whether he even left here alive.

Finally, Voldemort decided he had enough of the thrashing blonde screaming like a pig and ended the spell.

Malfoy's tortured body lay sprawled on the ground with his face first, twitching in constant shock from pain. The dark lord gazed at him, his evil eyes devoid of any empathy or sympathy.

"After the embarrassment I already suffered from the failure of the first attack, I warned you that it must not happen again." Voldemort kneeled down closer to the man in pain and whispered. “And yet once again, the greatest dark lord in history has to suffer the humiliation of defeat.”

“Please tell me, Abraxas, how did this happen when you promised me that it wouldn't?” The dark lord loomed over the blonde, making him shiver in fear.

After a big effort, Malfoy finally opened his eyes and looked at his master. “M-M-My l-lord I swear I d-didn’t expect t-that bitch B-Bones to be there. And f-for Peverell to get there so q-q-quickly”

“You didn’t expect it!" Voldemort hissed with dangerously narrowed eyes and stabbed his wand at Malfoy's collarbone. The blonde gasped in pain with wide eyes as the wand tip turned hot and burned a hole in his shoulder.

"It was your fucking job to make sure nobody was there at the time of the attack. You worthless cunt!” Voldemort wiped his wand, leaving a burning scar on the crying man's shoulder.

Standing up, the dark Lord took a breath and relaxed himself. It would do him no good if he lost his cool in front of his followers and did something that he might regret later.

Once he felt calm, he turned back to sniffing and sobbing Malfoy and asked. “You know, Abraxas, I warned you of what would happen if you failed me; did I not?”

Malfoy's eyes went straight to the right side of the dark room, and he began begging. "No, my Lord, p-please have mercy. I w-won’t fail you again!”

Voldemort looked down at the grovelling man at his feet, tapped his foot on his head, and turned his face to him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you." The dark, no-nosed lord smiled evilly at the hope and relief in his servant's eyes. “Let it be known that Dark Lord Voldemort is a merciful man.”

While Malfoy started kissing his master's foot, which was in his face, everyone else in the room knew the real truth.

They all knew that the real reason was that even if he wanted a dark lord, he couldn't kill a pureblood like Malfoy. If he succeeded in killing Malfoy, it would spread fear in the wizarding world that, despite preaching about the superiority of pure blood, the dark lord didn't truly care about them.

If Voldemort killed the pure blood house lord, like Malfoy at that moment, he would lose the support of many others.

For his reign, he also needed Malfoy's wealth.

Scowling at the pathetic man slobbering all over his foot, Voldemort resisted the urge to kick him, as he knew what he was about to say would do the same.

“But just because I spared your life doesn’t mean you won’t be punished for your laxity,” the dark lord smirked when, as expected, Malfoy stopped kissing his foot and looked up at him with fear.

“Mulciber, take the right arm of our dear Abraxas and hold it away from him.”

Malfoy started to shake in confusion and uncertainty about the punishment he was about to face while the hulking man dutifully followed instructions.

“M-my Lord-“

“You know Abraxas." Voldemort cut off the blonde like he just wasn’t about to say something. “You and I are so lucky to have been born with two hands. There are people out there who were unfortunate enough to be born with only one hand, or some who lost one of their hands in a freak accident.”

“Just imagine how hard it is to do things with one hand that we normal people do with two hands,” Voldemort said in an unusually soft tone while staring at his hands.

Malfoy, on the other hand, was starting to realise what was about to happen, and his body was shaking like a dry leaf.

“But...” Voldemort stopped staring at his hand and looked at the shivering man. “I believe that for us magical people, it is possible to do all the things with one hand. I truly believe that we don't need both hands because we are superior to those inferior muggles. All we need is a wand in one single hand, and we can do whatever we want easily.”

Malfoy was certain of his punishment, but dare as he might, no words came out of his mouth while the dark lord looked at him with an evil smile.

"Good, Abraxas; it seems you've realised what your punishment is." Voldemort whispered and patted the deathly pale man's cheeks. “Don’t worry, it won’t take that long.”

The dark lord stood up and readied his wand while a nervous anticipation filled the room. “Make sure to hold his arm tightly, Mulciber. I don’t want to hurt more than just his arm.”

Mulciber nodded, holding the arm tightly and straight, while Malfoy finally found his voice.

“MASTER! PLEASE DON’T!! I BEG YOU I WON’T FAIL YOU EVER AGAIN-“

"Shut his mouth, too; I don't want to hear his scream again." Voldemort waved his hand in annoyance, and Mulciber silenced the terrified Abraxas—who was about to be limbless—with a spell.

“Now it will only take a second,” the dark lord whispered soothingly. “But it will hurt so baddd...”

Voldemort smirked sinisterly and sliced his wand. In a blink of a second, a sickly-looking black spell shot from his wand and cut the right arm of Malfoy from his shoulder.

A thud voice sounded in the deathly quiet room as the lifeless arm dropped down on the ground, while the man who had lost his arm was screaming with his eyes bulging out.

Fortunately for everyone’s ears, Malfoy's voice was silent, and all they could see was very raw flesh from the cut.

Surprisingly, there was no blood spreading from the wound, as Voldemort had used an ancient spell that cut a limb without any blood loss.

But for Malfoy, even that wasn’t merciful, as the pain of the severed limb was still something he had never faced. The pain was so severe that it caused the poor man to lose consciousness, dropping back with one arm a foot away.

A puddle of his own piss formed around him, while the death eaters in the room scrunched their noses at the smell of his shit.

The dark lord took a second to enjoy staring at the poor man's state and then turned away from it while waving his hand.

"Take him away before he contaminates my entire place with his smell."

Mulciber nodded at his master's back and dragged Malfoy back to his wife. He was cursing internally as he had to explain to Malfoy's wife what had happened to her husband.

Once the one-handed Malfoy was gone, a death eater stepped forward and waved his wand to clean the room from the mess of blood and bodily release.

From the right of the dark lord, a thin, tall man stepped forward in the death eaters robes.

“What is your next order, my Lord?” With his head bowed, the hooded man dutifully asked.

Voldemort sat down on his throne and crossed his legs as he took some time to think about his next move.

Punishing Malfoy had released his anger, and now he needed to focus on what was truly important.

The first and most important one was how, in Merlin, Harry Peverell knew his true identity.

There were only a very few people that Voldemort could remember who knew his true name and who he was before he became the feared Dark Lord. But the number of those was so small that he could count them on one hand and still have a finger left.

So who was this Harry Peverell, and how did he know him?

Come to think of it, Voldemort had no idea about this mysterious man. Expect his family name—which in itself was a big shock—the dark lord knew nothing about him.

If he wanted to beat this man, then Voldemort needed to know more about his opponent. Because right now Peverell was ahead of him, and he needed to gain some ground back.

But the question was, "How does he find that out?"

Thinking about his interaction with Peverell before he had to leave after Malfoy told him about Dumbledore, Voldemort got an idea of who could help him.

“Malfoy has a son in Hogwarts, doesn’t he, Yaxley?” The dark lord questioned his waiting follower.

"Yes, master, he has,” Lord Yaxley said. “Lucius Malfoy. He is in the last year of Hogwarts this year and is very eager to join your ranks.”

"Excellent.” Voldemort smiled widely in satisfaction. “Send a letter to him. The Yule holiday are coming. Tell him to come to my manor. The dark lord himself has invited him to join my inner circle.”

The eyes of the Death Eaters widened upon hearing their master's words. Getting selected for the inner circle was no easy thing. Everyone had to make their way in by climbing the ranks, and yet the dark lord was going to give that position to someone who was not even out of Hogwarts yet.

Many were jealous and angry, but they knew their master must have had a big mission in mind for that boy.

“I will send the letter as soon as possible, my Lord,” Yaxley said, bowing his head.

“Make sure you do." Voldemort nodded his head and relaxed back on his throne.

With the help of Malfoy’s heir, he would finally find all the information about this mysterious Harry Peverell.

And when he had everything he needed, he would give the young Malfoy the biggest mission of his life.

Which would be killing Peverell.

And if he turned out to be useless, just like his father, then…well…

The dark lord could use him as a good hostage to make Malfoy do anything he wanted.

After all, if there was one person who could make Malfoy do anything, it was his wife. Once she found out her son was in dark lord hands, she would force her husband to do everything Voldemort wanted.

With that thought, Voldemort leaned back in the shadows with a smile on his face, knowing it was time for him to hurt his enemies.

But first, he has to wait.