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Dear Miss Granger,             I have enclosed the previously discussed Time-Turner for use during the upcoming school year. I had stressed the dangers of using such a device before and I shall do so again. Twist it only once. That shall suffice for allowing you to attend additional classes. I would threaten to reprimand you and punish you with detention were you to fail in doing so, only persistent and flagrant use of the Time-Turner will result in a fate far worse than that of detention. I trust you should understand. Yours Sincerely, Professor Minerva McGonagall             Hermione couldn’t help but tremble with the small golden device in her hands. It was a rather unassuming necklace but was decidedly intricate in it’s use. She had read about such devices but never assumed she would ever hold one in her hands. It had arrived earlier that morning as she and her...

It was a short-lived victory for Hermione. The end of Voldemort and her conquest of Bellatrix Lestrange left her somewhat… complacent. She revelled in making that black-haired bitch squirm and the countless orgasms she had at the hands of her submissive body were countless. And as the days ticked by, she firmed up her hand, but loosened her grip, allowing for Bellatrix to claim the high ground for a single brief moment. And that was all it took. For her to leave her wand on a table as Bellatrix cleaned her house. A simple mistake and snap… two hours later, she awoke in her very own dungeon, only not as the dominant, but the submissive. Strapped to the wall with her legs spread and her tight teenage pussy on display. Pinned where Bella had been pinned only hours before, only now, the tables had been well and truly turned. And Bellatrix… Bellatrix wanted revenge.             “Little miss Granger… Awake at last…” the foul woman ...

            It had been three months since the downfall of Voldemort and following the battle of Hogwarts and the Death Eaters defeat, Bellatrix Lestrange was one of the few Death Eaters not lucky enough to escape and disappear underground. However, whereas most of the captured Death Eaters were taken by the Ministry of Magic -now under the control of Kingsley Shacklebolt-, Bellatrix had the unfortunate luck of being found and captured by someone with a somewhat personal vendetta against the black-haired witch. So, for three months Bellatrix Lestrange was kept in a small dungeon below a semi-detached house in a comely muggle street; all under the watchful and firm hand of one Hermione Granger.             Waking from her slumber, Bellatrix found herself in one of Hermione’s favourite positions, her legs spread and her pussy and ass on full display, and all at the perfec...

            “Quickly, quickly… Close the door,” Hermione ushered, sliding into Snape’s Potion’s cupboard, hurriedly followed by Harry. Making sure no one followed them, Harry shut the door, watching eagerly as Hermione’s hands slid underneath her short skirt and hooked themselves around her plain cotton panties. Rolling them swiftly over her plump arse, she let them hang around her knees before looking back expectantly at Harry, “Well come on.”             “With pleasure,” Harry grinned, unfastening his belt and dropping his boxers and trousers to his knees, his thick eight-inch cock standing rigid and ready. Giving his length a couple jerks, he inched behind Hermione and flipped her skirt up and over her arse, revealing her plump, pink flesh. Wriggling his cock down between her thighs, he ran his tip along her folds, her juices already plentiful and slick, his cockhead carvi...