Hero Summoning - Chapter 5

Hello everyone! First of all, thank you for your patience this past week. It wasn't an easy one for me with how hectic it was. I barely had any time to write, which led to two days of delays on this.

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Bellatrix Black was not having a good day at all.

Being the head of Hit Wizards was turning out to not be as rewarding as she used to think it would be.

After years and years of putting your life on the line and killing the bad guys for your country, you get to the post of head hit wizard, which was supposed to be a job for relaxation and no fighting.

And although the no-fighting part was right, the relaxation one wasn’t. Because no one told Bellatrix about the thousands of papers she had to do every single day.

Devoting the entirety of the day to paperwork, signing, and working diligently at your desk has toasted her and has always left her exhausted by the time she returned home.

Choosing Hit Wizards or Witches as a career instead of Aurors was not something most people do because of how much risk your life is in the former job.

But Bellatrix Black was never a normal witch, and for someone who loved fighting more than just sitting at the desk, her choice was easy enough.

And despite her family not being happy with her, she had chosen to be a hit witch straight after graduating from Hogwarts.

And what came after that was a legendary career, with her name written in golden letters in the book of history as one of the most successful hit wizards of all time.

She had broken every record in the past 19 years of her career as a Hit Witch, and the number of medals and the amount of gold in her vault were proof of that.

But after such a long career and after the constant pressing of her seniors in the ministry and her family, she finally decided to take the position of head of the Hit Wizards department.

Although if she had known how much paperwork she had to do daily, she would have never taken it.

For a witch who loved to be on the battlefield and beat death eater's ass, it was some sort of punishment to be forced to do such boring desk work.

And today was the same as well.

After getting the invite from her cousin James for the birthday party of the hero they had summoned through the ritual, she was determined to finish her work early and enjoy the party.

Her excitement was also because of her desire to see the hero they had summoned since she wasn’t there yesterday during the ritual.

But just like always, when she was about to leave, her assistant just had to come at that moment and hand her the files of new recruits she had to look at.

It was through her sheer willpower and with the help of master occlumency that Bellatrix didn’t kill her assistant when she was handing the files with that fake smile.

And now, because of that extra workload, she had most definitely missed the birthday party, and her only excitement left was seeing the hero. Since she knew he was staying with the Potter’s.

But what she would have never thought or expected when stepping out of the flow was to see a dangerous, sizzling red spell flying towards her.

Only her honed skills and long experience forced her to duck the spell and save her life.

Coming off her roll, she took out her wand to attack the idiot who dared to try to kill her. But as soon as she looked up, she had to do everything in her arsenal just to survive the barrage of spells coming towards her.

Putting up her strongest shield, Bellatrix stood up and took a few paces back to give her a space to fight in. But even her ‘protego maxima’ shield only held 2 spells before it broke.

And that told her two things, and both of them weren’t good for her.

First, her opponent was strong; no, saying that would be an understatement because he must be very powerful to break her shield so easily.

And second, he was very fast because she only took one step, and in that one step, her opponent had fired three spells.

It was almost ridiculous. But Bellatrix didn’t have the time to admire her opponent’s skills, as she had to dodge the bone-breaker curse flying towards her.

Side-stepping and putting a golden shield in the next saved her from the spell chain, and the breaking of the flower base behind her told her if she hadn't dodged, it would have been her bone.

Knowing she was too much on defence and she had to do something quickly before she got overwhelmed by this spell, Bellatrix decided to use her surroundings instead of spells.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw a Gryphon statue. 'Accoing' that she used it as a shield to block the spell fire, and then she dived behind a couch, giving herself a breather.

Hearing the statue getting destroyed, she took some deep breaths, and with a determined mind, she leaped out from the back of the couch and finally went on to attack.

Spinning her wand in a circle, she made a chain of five offensive spells, and then, with a stab, she fired them at her still unknown opponent.

But what happened next left her stunned and did a lot of damage to her pride.

Her opponent, with only one negligent swipe of his hand like swatting a fly, made her spells disappear in thin air right in front of her astonished eyes.

Now don’t get her wrong. Bellatrix knew she was arrogant and very proud of her skills and wand prowess. But given what she had accomplished in her career, she believed her arrogance was deserved.

And now seeing the best spell chain she could produce be treated like nothing hurts her ego more than ever.

But right now, she didn’t have the time to think about her wounded pride as she saw her opponent’s attack in reply to hers.

Conjuring a brick wall, she covered herself from the curses, but her wall didn’t survive a second as it broke into hundreds of pieces.

Thinking quickly, she spun her wand and turned the debris of the broken wall into a flock of ravens. And then, with a stab, she blasted them.

From the back of her mind, she knew using transfiguration in a compacted space was not a smart decision. But seeing how none of her spells were working, she had to be forced to use her transfiguration skills.

And even though her skills in that magical area weren’t bad, her opponent sure was a master at it.

Not only did he stop her ravens, he unbelievably sucked her conjured birds into a vacuum of space.

Bellatrix was confused about why her opponent did that, but then a slight sound behind her made her realise what had happened.

Turning around, her eyes widened when a hole appeared behind her, and her own birds flew out of it and towards her.

Crouching down, she missed them by an inch of space, but she had to roll to her right when they came back.

Not only did whoever she was fighting make a space hole behind her, but he also took the controls off her own conjured birds.

There were only two people strong enough to do what she had faced. But since Dumbledore would never attack her and the chances of the Dark Lord being here were negative, it baffled her as to who she was facing.

Finally, with a series of cutters curses, she destroyed her ravens and looked back at her opponent to see him throw a purple angry spell at her.

But a smirk came on Bellatrix face, seeing the completely missed direction the spell was going in. The poor spell was nowhere near her and had no chance of hitting her.

Although her smirk vanished when she realised where she was standing.... after rolling and diving around dodging spells, she now found herself right in front of the fireplace.

And that spell was going right at the fireplace.

Her opponent didn’t miss; he meant the spell to hit the fireplace, which it did when she turned around.

Mouth opening in horror, she saw as the fire in the fireplace became furious and shot straight at her.

Covering her eyes with her left hand, Bellatrix lived to tell the day only because she was fast enough to put on a strong blue fire repellent shield around her.

Feeling the heat, she noticed that not only had her enemy inflated the fire, but he also made it much hotter.

Thankfully, the fire finally died down, and she put her shield down to take a much-needed breather.

Breathing heavily and with her body feeling the exhaustion, she was late in realising that she had walked right into the trap of her opponent.

While she was saving herself from the fire, she walked backwards, right into the middle of the hall, and closer to the man who had outclassed her at every point of their one-sided fight.

She didn’t even get to turn around before Bellatrix found herself flat on her back, with her enemy on top of her and his wand right at her temple.

She could see the way his wand was burning red, and the heat from it was telling her she was soon to be gone from the world.

Closing her eyes, she waited for her end, but a shouting voice saved her at the right moment.

“HARRY DON’T!!!”

Feeling the wand at her temple still and her heart still beating, Bellatrix opened her eyes, and she finally got a good look at the man who had defeated her so seamlessly.

The first thing she noticed, which made her breath hitch, were the glowing, dark emerald eyes.

Those were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Even with hate and power in them, it made it alluring to her, and she felt her cheeks become warmer.

The rest of the man’s face didn’t help it all, as after 38 years of her life, Bella could say it was the most handsome face she had ever seen.

And that coming from her meant very much because Bella never compliments the opposite gender.

Her eyes drifting, she noticed how this hunk of a man was straddling her and how he had his chest pressed against her.

She hoped that he didn’t notice how hard her nipples were getting in her current situation.

Bellatrix knew she should be scared and humiliated by her defeat, not horny. But she didn't because, her whole life, she had wanted someone to put her in her place like this.

The growl from the man above her jolted Bella out of her inappropriate thoughts.

"Lily, don’t stop me from killing this bitch,” the handsome man with gorgeous eyes growled while looking at her with pure hatred.

"Harry, she might not be who you think she is." Lily pleaded with him, her hands shaking as she wondered if it would be alright to touch him.

“My eyes can’t fool me; this is Bellatrix Lestrange. I know her very well.”

“Lestrange?!” Bellatrix spat in rage; just hearing that stupid family name turned her horny mood into anger. “How dare you call me by that name? I am Bellatrix Black,” she hissed at the man trying to kill her, whose eyes were blown wide.

“Bellatrix Black?” Harry repeated dumbly, “You’re not married to Rabastian Lestrange?” He asked in confusion, and his hands dropped with his wand facing down instead of her head.

Bellatrix's face scrunched in disgust. “Why would I be married to that dickhead?” she sneered, feeling insulted. “I broke his arm when he tried to even ask me to marry him.”

Harry's eyes blinked in confusion, and in a slight realisation, he remembered that he forgot he was in a world that was different from his. And maybe some people who were bad in his were not the same here.

“You are not a death eater?” He asked to make sure.

“What? No,” Bellatrix scoffed. “I would never be those monsters.”

“Oh” was the only thing that left Harry’s mouth as he became aware of the big stupid mistake he had just made.

He just attacked an innocent woman for no reason. And now, with clarity, he could see how big of an idiot he was for that.

This Bellatrix wasn’t even married, let alone to a death eater like Lestrange, and seeing her now, it was quite clear; she was nothing like the mad woman he knew.

The Bellatrix he knew was past her prime years in appearance and looked like a crazed lunatic. But the Bellatrix of this world, on whom he had his wand pointed, looked like a model.

Her face was like a goddess, the proof of her House Black lineage. And with how pressed their chests were, he could tell she was curvy at all the right places.

Shaking his head, he brought himself out of his thoughts as he realised he was staring and feeling up Bellatrix Black, the woman he hated.

But would it be right to say that he hated her now when she wasn't the same woman who killed his godfather?

No matter what, that still didn't give him the right to fantasise about her. And with a blush of embarrassment on his face, he quickly stood up, avoiding her eyes.

Bella smirked lightly, seeing the young man avoiding her eyes, as she knew he was checking her out by the way his eyes were roaming her body.

It made her proud, and her heart warmed in smug satisfaction.

“I-I’m sorry for attacking you like that." Harry apologised with his eyes down and his hand outstretched to her. “I mistook you for someone else.”

“Look like whoever you took me as was a woman you hated,” Bellatrix said while standing up with his help and letting her finger litter on his arms.

She didn’t know what was happening to her; she had never acted like this with any other man in her life. But something about this still mysterious man ignored something in her.

It felt like something she had missed her whole life. And as if she was waiting for him till yet.

“That’s an understatement,” Harry snorted.

Once they both were up, Harry looked around themselves and cringed at the carnage their fight had done.

Turning towards Lily, who was still shaken up like the others behind her, after seeing the way he suddenly acted, "Sorry, Lily.” He said while waving his hand at the destroyed furniture while his ears turned red.

Lily sighed, and with a small smile, she stepped forward and held his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it; this can be repaired with just a few spells, “she said softly. “I was more worried about the way you changed. At one moment, you were alright, and then you turned into something else.”

“Sorry about that." Harry looked with remorse into her eyes. “It’s just past memories that came forward, and I couldn’t stop myself,” he told her with guilt.

“It’s alright, Harry; it happens." Lily smiled, patting his cheeks. She then turned to Bellatrix, who was hearing their conversation with interest. “Don’t mind Harry here, Bella; it hasn’t been too long for him since he came into our world,” she said on behalf of Harry.

"Oh, so this is our hero,” Bella said, her eyes raking over the black-haired young man, whom she noticed looked like a mixture of her cousin James and Lily.

"Yes, this is Harry Potter, the one who was summoned by the ritual,” and Lily confirmed her suspicions.

“Does that mean he is..?” Bella let her queen hang as she stared at Harry, who looked back at her and nodded.

“I am James and Lily Potter's son from another world.”

“Oh…” Bella's mouth opened in shock and surprise. “I never expected that.”

She would have never thought that the hero that was summoned would turn out to be the counterpart of the dead son of her cousin and his wife.

“No one did, to be honest; it was a shock for everyone." Lily shook her head and then smiled brightly. “But now we are all glad that it was Harry, and he has also decided to stay here and help us win the war.”

“You have?” Bella asked Harry.

Harry nodded. "I feel like there is a future for me here in this world,” he said, looking into her violet eyes. How had he never noticed how captivating her eyes were?

But then again, he had never looked at his enemy like that before.

“I am sure there is a good and long future for you,” Bella almost purred while baring her eyelashes.

Inside her mind, she was making plans to make sure that she was involved in the future of this powerhouse of a sexy man.

“And we were about to discuss that future just before you arrived, Miss Black,” Dumbledore said, entering the conversation after repairing the damage to the room with a single swipe of his wand. For which Lily smiled at him thankfully.

He might not have an elder wand anymore, but he was still a titan in his own right.

“Then I am glad I came at the right moment." Bella smiled, spreading her arms.

“But Bella, you should eat first; you must be hungry,” Lily said in concern.

"Oh, come on, Lily, I will eat later. This is a more serious matter,” Bella told her, waving her hand.

“Did someone call me?” Sirius perked up from his seat with his old, rusty joke while his wife and daughter shook their heads in embarrassment.

“Will you ever stop that shit joke, Siri?” Bella scolded her cousin and sat beside him and his family, who hugged her with a smile.

Harry stood still with a smile on his face as he watched the amusing and, for him, weird scene of Bellatrix hugging and joking with Sirius and his family.

This world was already turning out to be much different than his.

"Harry, I think we should go back to what we were talking about before,” Dumbledore said, thumping his shoulder.

“We should” Harry nodded and took his seat beside Dorea and Ivy.

"Alright, everyone, let’s go back to the matter we were discussing about our young Harry here." Dumbledore called out, and everyone's attention was back on him.

"First, as I was saying, we should decide where Harry would like to live,” the Order of the Phoenix leader continued, “whether he wants to live with a family of our order or independently if he wants to.”

“There is no need for that, Albus; Harry will live with us like he already is." Lily said it passionately, ready to take nothing else. She was not going to let her son live somewhere else.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to argue with the angry woman, but Harry stopped him before he could.

“Lily is right, Albus. I am happy to stay with the Potters.” Harry said calmly, stopping any argument.

Lily and James smiled brightly at him, while Ivy and Dorea hugged his arms in joy. They were glad that Harry was happy to stay with them since they were afraid they were making Harry feel awkward with their hospitality.

“As you say, Harry," Dumbledore accepted his wishes and then continued, “Now if Harry is going to stay here, we have to decide what he is going to do here, as he can’t just sit here all day or else he would feel left alone.”

"That's simple, isn’t it?" Professor McGonagall said in her firm voice, “He will attend the last year of the school with his fellow students.”

Dumbledore and everybody else nodded their heads at her suggestion, but Harry was confused.

“Wait!” He said loudly, getting everyone’s attention, “I think you’re mistaking me because I am 19 years old. I am two years past the age of school.”

After saying that with a frown in his face, Harry looked around, and his confusion increased as he saw the blinking faces of everyone.

He felt like he was the only one in this room who was missing something.

"Harry, the age of a 7th year student is 19 in this world,” James told him slowly, like talking to a baby.

Harry looked at everyone for confirmation of what James just told him and saw them nodding their heads. Which meant James wasn’t joking like he expected.

"Fuck!" Harry groaned, rubbing his face.

“Language!” Four loud voices spoke at the same time, and he looked up to see Lily, Marlene, Andromeda, and Minerva scolding him.

Ignoring them Harry turned to Dorea and Ivy and asked, “What years are you in?”

"Sixth,” the twins said at the same time.

“So let me get this right,” Harry said, rubbing his eyes. “13 is the age of entrance into Hogwarts in this world,” he asked, and got a nod in return from Dumbledore and McGonagall.

“Which means Elara, who is the same age as me, is in the seventh year?” Elara bobbed her head with a grin.

Shaking his head, Harry snorted, “How ironic.”

“What do you mean, Harry?” Dorea asked.

“I never attended the 7th year of my school because of the war,” Harry said, reminiscing about the past, “and now I am finally going to finish my schooling in a different world.”

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled it as he came to a decision and looked straight at Dumbledore. "Alright, I will do it,” he said, his decision firm.

"Good, I knew you would, Harry." Dumbledore smiled and then asked him, “That would be all the important points I can think of right now. Do you need anything for yourself?”

Harry's face became serious, and he nodded. "Yes, I do.” He then laid out his demand: “I want to make sure that I am going to work with your order, not for your order, so you won’t be my leader and won’t have any power over me.” He said it clearly and strongly.

“You cant-“ Kingsley tried to disagree, but Dumbledore's outstretched hand stopped him.

He looked at Dumbledore, who shook his head and sat down again.

The old wizard turned to Harry and said, “I agree, Harry, we didn’t use the ritual to summon you here to work for us; you are here to work with us and defeat our enemy.”

Harry smiled. “Glad we made that clear." He then raised a finger and said, “I have one more request.”

“Go on!" Dumbledore waved.

“In Hogwarts, I need no restrictions on myself. I will be allowed more privileges than any other student, even head boys and girls. You must remember that I am going to school as a formality because I couldn’t care less about finishing my last year.“ Harry finished his demand and waited for Dumbledore's answer.

“I accept” Dumbledore agreed without hesitation, shocking Harry and others: “You would have no restriction; you will have more power than any student, and you are free to come and go to school anytime you want.”

Harry smiled brightly and relaxed beside his new sisters. “Then I have nothing else.”

"Well, then this meeting is also finished." Dumbledore stood up and turned to everyone. “And I hope that the better days are in front of us, and with Harry’s help, we finally eliminate our enemy.”

A big roar of excitement and hope erupted from everyone as they felt renewed energy in themselves. Knowing they now had someone as powerful as Harry Potter with them, their victory was finally within reach.

The young man, whose shoulders were once again bearing the weight of defeating Voldemort, accepted it with a smile and hugged his twin sister, for whom he would make sure that he destroyed this world, Dark Lord.

Tom Riddle didn’t know how the tide of war had just turned against his side.

-

“Oh fuckkk…”

The sound of a loud moan was heard all around the room of the beauty Bellatrix Black, who was lying on her bed wearing nothing but a knicker that was pulled aside and a loose camisole.

Schulp schulp schulp The wet sound could be heard with her heavy breathing and moaning as two of her fingers were deep in her tight, leaking pussy.

And why was she fingering her dripping sex?

“Harryyyy…”

That’s right, the reason was none other than our hero, whom she was fantasising about.

Since she had met him, Bella had nothing but him in her head.

Even though their meeting was very violent—which might be an understatement since he practically tried to kill her—all that did was make him more attractive to her.

Bella has always been proud of her skills with the wand and her decorated career, and all the kills she has on her record prove that. But the way Harry defeated her and totally dominated her was making her pussy flow like a waterfall and her heart beat for him.

She had met men in her life who had begged for her attention, and after being forced to do so by her family, she even dated some of them. But none of them had been successful in winning Bellatrix Black's heart.

There had not been a single man who had made her heart beat or ignored a fire deep inside her; she hadn’t found a single man who had made her feel weak and inferior.

Not until today.

Harry Potter was the perfect man she had always wanted. Not only was he the most handsome hunk she had seen, his overwhelming power and aura made her core ache for him.

“Oh… Morgana… Fuckkk…” a whimper left her lips as she recalled the way Harry made her feel completely useless in their duels.

The way he didn’t even falter once against her and used her own spells against Bella showed how she was nothing against him.

And her diamond-hard nipples showed how much she enjoyed that.

She pulled her camisole over her tits with the hand that was not plunging fingers in her sex, allowing her large jugs to bounce freely in the air and her pebble-like nipples to face the ceiling.

Groping her boobs Bella pinched and pulled on her nipples, sending a thrill of pain and pleasure through her body.

“Yesssss….” A gush of her juices covered her fingers as her walls became tighter on her thrusting fingers.

The image of Harry straddling her came to her mind after he defeated her and had her helpless at his mercy.

“Ah…yesss…Harryyy…”

She imagined those beautiful eyes of his staring at her with hunger and lust, and her pussy clamped her fingers when the images of Harry teasing her shirt and having his way with her flashed in her mind.

And by Merlin, if he had done that, Bella would have let him do it happily.

She imagined how she wanted him to grab her and use her as his.

The image of him using her as a cocksleeve while he face-fucked her with his huge, thick cock filled her mind.

And she would let him. Bella would happily, like an obedient slut, let Harry use her as his.

Her breathing was becoming heavier and her pussy wetter when a final image of Harry fucking her like an animal and calling her his whore entered her mind, and Bella finally lost it.

“Fuckkk CUMMINNGGG HARRRYYYY”

With her orgasmic scream, a stream of her juices gushed out of her pussy as her body shook from head to toe in pleasure she had never felt.

Arching her back, she pulled out her fingers and rubbed her clit and she squirted all over her bed, drenching the whole sheet.

She had never experienced something like that with either another man or with her own fingers in her life. And now, with only thoughts of Harry Potter, she had the biggest orgasm of her life.

And the thoughts of how much better Harry fucking her would be made her orgasm prolonged.

After a minute-long climax, Bella finally stopped spasming, and with a thud, her body dropped down on her wet sheets.

Her eyes were hazy with the aftermath of her explosion, and she stared up with only one thought in her mind.

Harry Potter would be her, no matter what.

What Bella didn’t know was that she wasn’t the only one with those thoughts.

Two other girls from the Black family were having the same thoughts after experiencing their highs by imagining what they wanted Harry Potter to do with them.

It has been only one day, and already our hero has four witches aching to be his.