Harry Potter Erotica [R-18]

Azkaban

If ever there was a 'Hell on Earth' it was there. A solid fortress in the middle of the North Sea, constantly battered by freezing winds and water, nothing but desolation in all directions. All of this not taking into account the other occupants. Everything from murderers to the crazed filled each cell.

Then there were the Dementors.

It was designed to break the wills of those who inhabited it, to take the worst of society and twist them into shells of their former selves so damaged as to no longer be a threat even if they were to be set free. The prison was to be her final destination, pending a trial, and a continuous looming threat for the future.

For Grace Riddle, however, it was one of the lesser concerns that haunted her dreams. Whoever, or whatever, was behind the attacks was still active at Hogwarts, was still a threat to the students and more importantly Harry.

Even from her temporary holding cell, in a much nicer but still awful place, she overheard gossip. Dumbledore had been forced to vacate Hogwarts, which meant that there was little protection for those that remained.

Despite her best efforts she couldn't blindly believe that her own arrest would halt the attacks, that maybe everyone would be safer without her present. What if the next attack killed someone? What if the injuries continued to escalate? What if Harry decided to ignore their pleadings and commands and take matters into his own hands as he had before?

What if that was what the maniac wanted? No one else knew where the Chamber was, and few would have the magical ability to access it. Would Harry simply disappear and never be seen or heard of again? Would his body lay in the Chamber for the rest of time?

No, no there had to be another option, had to be something she could do to prevent it. The problem was that even with her decades of experience she could not come up with a single plan that would work.

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Even with the two days between his request and initiation of his plan Harry wasn't quite sure how to proceed. Yes, the first steps had gone well, Lockhart was just as prideful as before and manipulating her to the course he wanted was a simple task. The remaining issue was how to get what he wanted from there.

An evening training session would ensure that the hallways were empty, minimizing the risk of him running into another group of students or staff member. Gordana could likely be convinced to escort him back to Slytherin directly rather than having Snape do so.

But that still put him back in an inescapable position. What he needed was a distraction or excuse to make the final part of the journey by himself, to remove all 'adult presence' from the equation as it were.

In those couple of days, he hadn't come up with a good solution, and with the memories of those hissed words in the back of his mind he knew there likely wouldn't be time for a second attempt.

Maybe stun her and make a break for it? Hope no one checked in on them? It was a long shot, and with everything that had happened he couldn't even be sure there wasn't some sort of alarm should an attack occur.

To simplify the process Harry had followed Lockhart following dinner. Luckily, it wasn't to a building separate from Hogwarts, as Hagrid would have done, but back to the chamber they had used as a previous dueling room.

It gave him a good idea of how far it would take him, what path to choose, and the timing and distances for his eventual journey. What it did not do was give him any ideas on how to accomplish the trip alone.

"We will examine your stance and style and then do some movement training." She immediately slipped off her out robe and began to take off the sweater underneath while Harry stared in disbelief.

"Uhm, professor?"

She turned back for a second, "Well come along then, we don't want to keep you out all night. We will skip the traditional dueling uniforms, but the rest will still make it difficult to move or instruct."

Harry doubted that he doubted it very much but arguing with the creep would probably make his plan harder. Besides, if most of their uniforms stayed on it wouldn't matter.

Within minutes he was on the dueling platform, wearing only his white shirt and black pants. "Right, stand as you would during a duel."

He did as requested, earning a tsk of disapproval. "Such an unsightly way to start."

"It's efficient." He protested, earning a shake of the woman's head.

"Lesson one, dueling is about more than just 'efficiency' Harry. It is about pride and appearance. What would be the point of victory if you looked improper while achieving it?" Briskly walking over, she put her hands on his shoulder's moving and adjusted his posture before doing the same with his arms.

It wasn't too bad, until her hands paused for just a moment before sliding down. They trailed along his sides, doing little in terms of correcting and more just feeling, before ending up on his hips. There she lingered for far longer than appropriate and Harry had to force his eyes shut and bite his lip not to strike out.

He still needed to buy time, at least that was what he told himself.

"There, that is better." Lockhart's tone was lower, husky, and it cause the boy to flinch just a bit even as she took a few steps away from him.

Harry didn't like it. Didn't like the way she had put her hands on him without asking, didn't like how she had moved him as if his opinion didn't matter, and certainly didn't like how she seemed to treat him more like an object than a person.

"Now, cast a stunner."

It was awkward, not just because he was standing uncomfortably but also it went against what he had taught himself during his first time at Hogwarts. Still, he could accomplish the simple task given to him.

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