Krypton’s Heir: The Unseen Magic (HP Crossover)

Faora took a step forward before she placed her hand on Harry's shirt and worked a couple of buttons open before she began to trace patterns on his muscular chest, with a predatory smile on her face as she kept her eyes locked firmly upon Harry.

"Truly the dream scape does not do you the proper amount of justice," Faora stated as she continued to work her hands around his chest and he smiled back at her.

"For sure," Harry responded as he gave Faora a simmering gaze, as the temperature in the room heated up by about fifty degrees due to the intensity of the look that they were giving each other. His shirt was completely pushed off of his chest and she ran her fingers slowly down his chest and abs, feeling what he had to offer.

"All this time, you've been waiting for me to meet you in the flesh and while we had a little fun in the dream world, nothing compares to reality," Faora stated in a seductive tone of voice, looking at Harry with pure and unadulterated "fuck me" eyes, a gaze that Harry returned.

"Nothing compares," Harry agreed, wrapping his arms around this vision of beauty before him, feeling the strength of her arms wrapped around him as well. The two lovingly looked into each other's eyes.

Faora leaned forward and Harry met her lips in a searing kiss, with the two of them working their tongues in each others mouths, clashing together in a battle for supreme dominance. As their tongues danced within the others mouth, hands roamed each other's clothed bodies.

Harry found that with Faora he felt things in ways that he never thought he could before, her kiss was attacking his mouth, hungry and wanton, and her hands roamed his body with such passion and intensity that he could not have felt with a normal woman. She could actually mark him and it would remain there, her arms wrapped tightly around him, along with her legs.

The two fell back on Harry's bed, causing it to creak a little bit, and Faora straddled him, before she continued the kiss. The two reversed positions a couple of times before Harry was on top and he kissed her breathless once again. The two of them were really getting into their actions, with Faora's strong legs wrapped around Harry's waist, pulling his strong body into hers.

She kissed the side of his neck, sucking on it.

"Baby, you're so horny, aren't you?" Harry breathed as Faora nodded as she laid back on the bed, her form ready for him.

"You know I am, I've been waiting for this for years, the two of us, together, in the flesh," Faora stated before she kissed him hungrily and sank her nails into his bare back. There was a moment where the two of them met in their tender passions, the two of them rocking back and forth with each other on the bed.

She paused and looked up into his emerald green orbs, and a smile crossed his face.

"I want you so badly, I can taste it," Faora told him as she continued running her hands down his chest and back and he reached forward towards the clasp on her armor and started to remove it.

"I want you," Harry responded, pulling off the armor to reveal the skin suit that was on underneath it. It hugged her curves in a tantalizing and drool worthy manner but it was about to come off as well.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Harry drank in the erotic dream before him as he saw her, curves to die for. He saw her lovely round breasts, squeezable with erect nipples jutted out for him. Her smooth skin was a sight to die for as well, along with her flat stomach and her legs that were perfectly shaped. His eyes caught vision of her shapely hips and the treasure that lied between her thighs, the smooth sex, looking like a work of art. She was perfectly aroused and a smile crossed her face.

"You've gotten plenty of practice, so I know you know what to do," Faora said as she looked at him with a come hither look in her eyes and he played with her folds.

"Believe me, I know all too well," Harry stated in a voice that dripped with confidence, something that she found all too attractive. He dove between her sopping folds, licking her center, using his tongue to bring her to heightened levels of pleasure.

Faora breathed heavily, placing her hands on the back of Harry's head and pushing his face in her pussy. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the rush of his tongue working its magic into her. She knew he was giving her a slight tease, nothing more, nothing else. There was licking in her pussy that increased and the oral sex was only going to get better.

She waited in anticipation for the trick that Harry did and his tongue worked into her like a corkscrew, hissing rather madly. The woman worked her hips into his tongue.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good," Faora breathed as her juices pooled out and he continued to lap them up in response.

Harry was driven to the point of heightened arousal by her taste, it was like nothing he had ever tasted on Earth. He worked his tongue into her, licking her up like a starving man. The emerald eyed sorcerer could not get enough of her honey, in its wild and untamed taste. His heart beat steadily as he worked around her pussy.

"That's the stuff, love, oh fuck you're so good but I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth and I'll have you spewing down my throat in no time," Faora encouraged him with a lustful growl from her throat.

Harry offered a few more parting lips in between her thighs, running his hands down her legs and pulling back with her honey soaking his face. He was drenched with the goodness that dripped from her thighs and continued to lap up what dripped down her thighs. He offered a few more licks, before she grabbed his pants and tore them off with an animalistic fury.

His pants were ripped off once again and his cock was freed from its confines, before it sprung out to face her. Faora licked her lips and was practically drooling at the sight of the thick tool hanging between his legs, ready for her to please it in any way she desired.

"Much bigger than in the dreams," she breathed as she took his cock and stroked him.

Her grip was much stronger, far more real, and it felt really good to have her hand pump up and down his throbbing cock. Without a warning, she dove down onto his cock, taking the entire length down her throat. Faora wrapped her lips around his throat and pumped the appendage in and out of her mouth.

"Shit, baby, so good," Harry stated as he felt his sister go down on him with a force that no human was capable of. Her lips wrapped around him and while there were many women who were talented, there was none that could make him feel like this. He placed his hands in her hair as she continued to blow him.

Faora sampled the tasty cock of this young god, taking it down his throat as much as possible, bringing him deep into her throat. She used her throat muscles to work him over, wrapping her hands around his balls and giving him a massage around him, as she continued to work him over, using her lips to massage him and using her tongue to stimulate him.

It was so good and she wanted to taste his superior seed, the first cock ever going down her throat. She threw her head back and speared it down on her throat, before grabbing his hips and continued to have him sit on the bed, with his cock down her throat.

Her throat muscles worked his penis, her fingers dug into his thighs, and she closed her eyes, feeling him, humming, and causing the vibrations to hit the back of her throat.

"Damn it, Faora, I'm coming, I'm so cumming," Harry breathed and the woman continued to bob her mouth up and down him, spearing the cock of him down her throat.

After a few more minutes of intense sucking, Faora hummed loudly, wanting the seed to splash down her throat. She encased his lips around him in a vacuum like motion, before she looked Harry straight in his eyes.

Needless to say, that seductive expression was more than enough to make him cum. He grabbed her face and pumped himself into her mouth. Three or four more thrusts before he sprayed cum down her throat. He sprayed several pumps of seed down her throat, drilling her seed down her gullet.

Faora sucked down the seed, slurping and sucking on his cock until it deflated. She pulled off and grabbed him around the waist. With a fluid motion, she slid onto his lab, trapping his long cock between her toned midsection. She pushed herself up, before pulling him into a long kiss, and rubbed her slit against his cock.

"I'm going to fuck all the cum out of you," Faora informed him as she licked her lips.

"Well, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," Harry fired back, grabbing her hips and lining her up with him, ready to penetrate her for the first time in the real world.

"We'll…ah….see!" Faora yelled as his cock speared into her center and she began to ride him.

She worked her tight pussy down on his throbbing cock, ramming down onto him. She pushed herself up into the air and slammed herself down onto him. Faora bounced higher and higher, slamming her hips down to him with a super powered force.

It was a good thing that the bed was magically reinforced but they did test the limits of it, as he cupped her bouncing breasts and thrust back up into her tight pussy, rolling his hands all over her. His throbbing cock speared through her center and continued to go into her, getting higher and higher into her. Faora rode him like she was sex starved and in many ways she was completely.

"Keep fucking me, oh that's it, ride my cock!" Harry grunted as he rolled his hands all over her body.

Faora closed her eyes, her god of a brother had talented hands and caused miniature orgasms as he channeled his energy through his hands. The shockwaves went through her body, rocking her, as he rocked his cock into her center. The Kryptonian rode him even faster, higher, bouncing even more.

"You feel so good, stretch me out, work my pussy!" Faora yelled as Harry thrust upwards and fucked her at super speed. Her hips matched his movements, and the two of them combined their actions, working back and forth against each other. Neither was willing to back off, no they were fucking the other at an intense pace, neither of them really offering any quarter for the other.

"You're tighter than anyone I've ever fucked!" Harry grunted.

"For you, this pussy is for you!" Faora yelled as she bounced up and down higher and higher and speared herself on him. This caused her to breathe heavily, his throbbing prick worked its wonderful magic into her.

His hands worked wonders on her breasts, squeezing and fondling her, causing her eyes to close and her breath to become extremely labored. There was no question about this, this was a pure erotic dream come true. All nerve endings that she had allowed her to become a slave to the pleasure.

The ground rocked a little bit beneath them, the actions of their hips meeting caused an amazing combination between the two of them. There were times where the two of them rocked back and forth with each other, picking up momentum as they had their fun. Faora squeezed him with her tight walls, milking his prick with her core as only this beauty could yeah.

"Fuck yeah!" Faora yelled as he thrust into her and her walls tightened, spilling her juices and lubricating his hard rod. Said rod cut through her pussy and continued to hammer up through her core, working into her over and over, slamming into her even more. Somehow their positions were reversed and Faora was on the bed.

Her legs flung up by his shoulders and her walls tightened with anticipation.

"Oh are you going to fuck the shit out of pussy, Har?" Faora asked, licking her lips and he just grinned before he offered a short statement.

"You better believe it."

He threw her legs up above his shoulders and used the leverage to slam into her pussy with rapid fire thrusts. The meeting of their organs would be like a blur to an outside observer, the two of them worked into them. Faora lifted her hips up, meeting his incoming thrusts and she breathed rather heavily, feeling the pleasure of his throbbing cock connecting with her dripping core.

Harry felt her, he felt her squeeze him and milk his pole with each thrust. Her box tightened around him and she screamed loud, as he bent down and bit her nipples. That caused a scream that echoed throughout the entire neighborhood, with Harry ramming into her pussy at hyper speed. She felt it, oh she felt it, felt each thrust of his mighty rod.

His cock was so big and he fucked her with a force that he might not have been able to. The woman would pass out immediately from the intense orgasm and leave him hanging. Now that he had someone who could match him stroke for stroke, the real fun began as their hips clashed together in the intensity that could not be matched by either of them.

"So fucking hot," Harry grunted as he slammed his cock into her pussy and she fucked him back with equal intensity.

Both of them were not about to yield this game to the other, the dance continued to heighten in pleasure. Faora bit down on her lip, feeling another powerful orgasm wash over her. The fluttering sensation that moved through her body was second to none and his cock entering her quim in rapid fire fury caused her breathing to become more intense.

After several more minutes, Harry's balls tightened and Faora braced herself for her brother's load entering her. His balls tightened.

"Fill me up, Har!" Faora encouraged him as he thrust into her.

"I'll fill you up with so much cum that you won't know what to do," he grunted and Faora grinned at him, lustful desire dancing through her eyes.

"Make my day," Faora panted heavily, feeling another orgasm that milked his cock and he speared into her.

The two of them met in a union of two sexually intense lovers, Harry spraying her walls with his cock. The seed painted her walls white and he emptied his entire load down her pussy, spraying into her, getting deeper and deeper into her. The two continued their orgasm together, feeling the rush that the two of them had.

Harry was a slight bit out of breath, that most certainly never happened with any of his other lovers but he recovered quickly. His stamina was second to none.

Faora's eyes widened as Harry scooped her up off the bed and flew outside the open window, with their naked bodies floating in the breeze.

"What if someone sees us?" Faora asked as he held her in the air, his cock hard and ready to go.

"Then they'll get the most amazing show of their lives," Harry responded, as he lined up his throbbing member against her dripping hole. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, they're nothing compared to us," Faora stated before Harry pushed into her. Her eyes widened as his large penis pushed into her, making her feel pure unrestrained erotica. "Great Rao, drill me!"

Harry grabbed her around the hips and pushed into as sonic speed, drilling in and out of her, making intense passes between her legs. The girl bit down on her lip as Harry continued to drill her from behind. Faora was feeling pleasures unlike she had ever felt before.

The fun she had with Kara and sometimes Alura, that was amazing but Harry, he was on an entirely different level. The way he rolled his hands over her body whilst he pushed into her and used his mind, it was like he was hitting dozens of separate pleasure centers at once, causing her mind to explode with the pleasures. It was like nothing that she ever felt before.

"You're getting wet, love," Harry stated as he nibbled her ear but she turned around slightly, swaying in the air as they continued to fuck each other hard. She pressed her lips against him.

The kiss was intense, she bit down on his lips and he responded, getting excited, grabbing her breast. He squeezed it with a tight force, digging his nails into her and twisting her nipple. This action caused juices to pool down her thighs.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' Faora thought to herself, the combined thoughts getting more and intense, with Harry groping her breasts and squeezing them, causing her to feel the pleasure.

The two continued their epic motions, with Harry rearing back and slamming into her hard with a titanic force. She could stand to get fucked by him for hours and hours and that was just what they did.

"Oh, cumming, fuck, I'm so horny for you," Faora moaned as she felt his thrusts bury into her pussy. This was the only man that she would allow to even touch her, even look at her in such a manner. Hell there were not many women that she would allow be this dominate with her. "TAKE ME!"

Faora yelled this declaration and Harry continued to slam into her, the balls slapping against her thighs, as he pounded into her. If there was anyone watching, he did not know and quite frankly he did not care. All he cared about was that he drilled this dream in her tight pussy, slamming into her, sawing in and out of her. Their coupling as intense as they felt a strong connection towards the other, each other's eyes widening.

The huge gust of wind continued around them, her wet pussy enveloping his cock with love and he thrust into her.

She lost how many orgasms she had but her body felt like she experienced pure sexual gratification again and again. Each time their organs met, it was nothing that they have ever experienced prior to this moment.

"FUCK!"

Harry's balls tightened and he unloaded the current of cum into her, painting her walls wet.

She smiled as she came down from their orgasm as he pumped into her over and over again and brought her to another one until she is finished.

"You're quite vocal," Harry told her, flipping her over so she looked at him in the air, legs spread.

"We're not done yet, I've waited years for this and I'm taking everything I can," Faora stated as she used her toes to stroke his cock back to full mast.

"You've got it," Harry stated, grabbing her hips and spearing into her center, impaling himself on her.

The dance continued to pick up the pace for several more rounds.

Smut/Lemon Ends.

After their round of fun concluded, Faora and Harry put their clothes back on and began to fly over the skies of the United Kingdom, on their way towards Gringotts. They actually took a rather long way around so they could have plenty of time to think.

"So you did have your doubts that I would show up?" Faora asked and Harry smiled at her, shrugging his shoulders. "If I was in your position and someone came to me in my dreams, even if they gave you ample proof, I would be quite skeptical as well. But as you can see, seeing is believing."

"And I'm glad that I believe you to be here," Harry responded as he squeezed the hand of his sister and the two of them picked up the pace as they got closer to the bank. "You gave me all of the proof that I ever needed that you are real."

"And I'm glad you believe that I'm real," Faora stated, the two holding hands as they flew through the air. The wind whipped through their faces as the two continued to pick up a fair deal of momentum. Their hearts thumped within their chests as they kept a steady pace. "The training that we did within the dream scape, it only scratched the surface of what the two of us can do."

"Flight, super breath, X-Ray Vision, super hearing, and heat vision, it's merely the beginning, isn't it?" Harry asked as the two of them kicked up a huge gust of wind as they circled around in the air with each other, both hands clutched together.

"It's merely the beginning," Faora admitted to him as the two of them continued their flight.

The truth was that there was an entire wide world of possibilities that they could explore, things that she could do to teach him how to best use his powers. Powers that was unlike anything the world had ever seen before, that was something that also brought a rather prominent smile to her face. He had the potential for greatness, in some ways he was great already, and that greatness would grow even further. She felt a stirring of pride of what she heard about Harry in the meetings.

"Your credentials will grow stronger, although you might find that only having credentials in a small and isolated corner of the globe might limit yourself and what you could do," Faora responded and Harry eyed her for a second, waiting to see what she had to say. Faora's face crossed into a knowing smile. "You told me at one time you had standing offers for university level education. It would be prudent to see if those offers are still open."

Harry was already a step ahead of her.

"They are, I checked this year, and made arrangements to do so after I complete my NEWTs this year," Harry responded as the two flew next to each other.

"You might be able to do so sooner than that, if you are able to master one of your abilities," Faora remarked to Harry and now he was extremely curious about this fact. He suspected that he would be told in due time. "Among many others, as I said your journey has only begun. And it will be one that we will take each step of the way and do it together."

Harry thought that point over; he knew that he taken a few steps towards a grander journey. It began at birth as Faora indicated and he grew stronger with each passing year. He tapped into more of his abilities each year, the strength, the speed, the gifts. Flight was the gift that he enjoyed the most and his green eyes simmered with the thoughts of unlocking more abilities than what the dark haired girl referred to as the big five.

The two of them flew by air, over Diagon Alley and felt the breeze blowing against them. It was a quiet night and if Harry recalled correctly, the Dursleys might not return until morning. He didn't know what came up and quite frankly he did not care. All he cared about was the fact that they were gone.

Andromeda wrote to him that if he wanted to try his Apparation exam, he could take it on August 30th as he went to get his Wizengamot certification. Although he was likely going to keep Andromeda there as his proxy, it was important to be qualified. Otherwise someone might attempt to take the prestigious Potter family seat out from underneath his nose.

That was the fact of the matter, the Wizarding World was an extremely political game, that was the nature of the beast. And Harry knew that there were more flaws in it than could be fixed by any sane person. It was not something that he had patience for, for he did not suffer idiots well and they were a rather regressed form of idiots. The Ministry's idea of progress was making sure they found a new and more frustrating way to maintain the status quo.

Still there were many resources that could be gained from this hidden world, and gold to be made, along with a flawed system that could be exploited.

"We must work within the system and exploit it's flaws, to achieve the maximum rewards."

There were times where Harry had a sense that Faora knew exactly what he was thinking, although to be fair, he felt more complete with her. There was something about her that made him feel like he could take on the world. And he supposed that Kara would be the same way once he met her in the flesh.

"When will I meet Kara?"

Faora figured that question was going to be asked. "Soon, I'm sure she's awake and….well she might jump you."

Harry smiled at her as the two of them continued to their destination. "That is one type of ambush that I can get behind."

"I'm sure you could," Faora responded as she flew with Harry and the two of them touched down on the other side of Gringotts.

There were a few things that Faora needed to do now that she was out of the box and technically a part of this world. Faora Dru-Zod did not exist; neither did any identification for her. Thankfully from her memories and shared knowledge with Harry, she was able to locate the one group of people that could allow her to gain the identification that she needed to function without detection.

The goblins were amazing for many reasons and one of those reasons were that if you paid them well and treated them respectfully; they did not ask too many questions. And they were able to do what you needed to do. Include create a complete and one hundred percent fool proof false identity with a past and everything. The dark haired girl walked forward with Harry.

"Harry, I didn't expect you to show up!" Sersi stated in an excited tone of voice but she cleared her throat, she figured that she should be more dignified. She was after all a daughter of goblin royalty so she should in fact act as such. The young goblin shook her head, keeping her breath from leaving her before she kept her eyes on them.

"I need Gringotts to do something for me, money is not a problem with me as you know," Harry whispered to Sersi.

Sersi smiled, she knew that money was not a problem, she had seen the size of Harry's accounts and they were extremely impressive. He made several wise investments, sure there were a few minor losses but they were offset by even larger gains. That brought Sersi a great deal of pride for her wizard client but she should remain professional.

"Sure of course, right this way," Sersi stated as Harry and Faora walked down the hallway.

"This is Faora," Harry responded as he introduced the woman with a nod, who offered a polite bow and grabbed Sersi's hand and kissed it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Sersi," Faora stated in a respectful tone of voice as she eyed the princess. "Harry has spoken most highly of you."

Sersi tried to hide her joy at the fact that Harry spoke in high regards to her but that was not something that she hid very well. Goblins were supposed to be masters at shielding emotions although she found it rather hard to do so.

"I'm sure he did, Harry is a valued client…that is to say Lord Potter," Sersi remarked, feeling that she needed to remain professional.

"I'm sure he is extremely valued by you," Faora said with a knowing smile as she watched Sersi. "And I'm sure that the Gringotts bank will allow me to achieve my ends as well, as I have come to you with a request to forge something that will allow me to move forward in this world without question."

Sersi opened her ears and made sure that there was no one monitoring what was happening in this office because she had a feeling that things should be discreet. And given that Faora was connected to an important client, she knew that it would be well worth her while to make sure that everything moved on through without any kind of hitch. She took an instant to go through the file cabinet.

"I'm not from around here, if you catch my drift," Faora informed her as she watched Sersi and the goblin princess nodded.

It was not something that was uncommon business for the people at Gringotts. Given the lack of documentations that purebloods had in the Muggle world, Gringotts had a booming business of false IDs, passports, birth certificates, and everything that was needed for identification in the Muggle world. Purebloods did not have anything was valid off hand so they needed that valid identification if they wanted to function in the real world.

"I see," Sersi commented, a smile crossing her face, as she watched the girl before her. "What is it you need?"

"An identity, and one that I can use to make my way around the world, without any one trying to look at me and try and nose into my background while I do what I need to do," Faora responded as she looked at Harry. "Something along the lines of….Alexandra Potter, maybe an older sister or….cousin of Harry Potter, I guess. Cousin would be the easiest one to swallow for any magicals who try to nose around."

Sersi smiled as she noted the information down.

"We also need a shell company, something that can allow us to buy more stock in the Muggle world but without it being traced back to us," Harry added and Sersi was intrigued, as Harry decided to explain her more. "It's….morally ambiguous as far as the Muggle World is concerned, but technically if you can cover the right tracks…."

"I can get it done, although it might take a couple of months to set everything up," Sersi responded, catching onto what Harry wanted straight away. It was business as usual for purebloods, hell Gringotts knew every single tax loophole known to mankind. For the right price, they could share those secrets.

Gringotts had set up similar false companies that technically did not exist in the Muggle World but at the same time did on paper. It was a common scheme for pureblood witches and wizards to buy up a mountain of stock under a faux company. Kind of hypocritical considering that many purebloods looked down their noses at the Muggle World, unless it made them money but that was the nature of the rather hypocritical beast.

Still Sersi knew of the process, her father walked her through it, it was part of her training. Which she reminded herself that there was one more year before she was certified as Harry's full time account manager without her father giving his bi-weekly performance reviews, that much made her smile a little bit.

"Take as long as you need, and about those Quidditch tickets….hang onto them, as many as you can, because I might have a use for them," Harry informed her as Sersi eyed him.

"Of course," Sersi responded, a smile crossing her face, she figured that would catch Harry's interest. Even people who didn't pay attention to Quidditch, enjoyed the Quidditch World Cup. It was bigger than the Superbowl was in American Muggle Football. There were people who paid money on a special wireless stream just to listen to the commentary and got drunk off their ass as they listened with rapt attention.

It was amazing the debts that they had to the goblin nation afterward as well because of all of the bets that were made. They made Bagman look restrained

"The false identity papers should be ready in three days," Sersi told both Harry and Faora. "And the shell company should be in place and ready to run in approximately six to eight weeks."

"And I want you to look into a company called Luthorcorp to see if there are any outstanding stock that I can buy," Harry added to Sersi who inclined her head with a nod to indicate she understood.

A little bit of stock here, a little bit of stock there, nothing that would lead Lionel Luthor to figure out that someone was buying into his company with the intentions of eventually gaining control of it. He took a long look at the shady business practices of Luthorcorp and naturally Harry found himself finding more dubious actions yet. He would have to make some changes.

"Okay," Sersi responded, rather curious about what Harry's intentions were regarding this but she had a feeling that she would find out all too soon. "Your investment reports for the last quarter, if you have any questions contact me."

Harry flipped open the book, he noticed that his grandfather made a few investments in Muggle companies decades ago, including a company named Wayne Enterprises when it was set up. If he remembered correctly, the current heir to the throne at Wayne, a young man named Bruce Wayne, had been MIA from Gotham for years. The rumor was that he was traveling the world to find himself after losing his parents at a young age.

Less serious rumors was that he was hiding from the mothers of illegitimate children that he had. But those were fresh from the tabloids, so Harry did not put any stock in them. They were less credible than the Quibbler was, although that magazine did make him smile with some of the ideas. Including the rumors that Cornelius Fudge, not to be confused with the dessert, was in fact allergic to fudge, not to be confused with the incompetent politician; surely it was quite the scandal.

It might even destroy his career.

"Thank you for your business today, and I hope that your gold runs pure," Sersi stated in a business like tone as they wrapped up the meeting.

Faora knew that she would need an identity in this world, which would make setting up the groundwork for the RAO Corporation much easier. She knew from her meetings with Harry that he had ambitions, many of them that she shared.

"So that's out of the way, my identity will be forged and I'll be able to get the groundwork started for our companies," Faora responded as she leaned forward and offered Harry a slight kiss on the lips.

There were a couple of things that they needed to do before they headed out, leaving for Harry's training. So they would have to keep Kara waiting just a little bit longer but given how long she had to wait, it was worth it.

Faora smiled, she would be burning with hot passion by now.

Rose took a moment to sit down, the twins were upstairs doing their summer homework, although if they were anything like their brother, that would not take too long. She thought about the year that was and also the year that will be. There were rumors that the Triwizard Tournament was going to come to Hogwarts the next year and the reason why was obvious.

The ties between international magical relations were the lowest that they had ever been….well since ever. Or at least in the last fifty years, when the records at the Ministry of Magic were mysteriously destroyed; at least that's what Rose heard through the grapevine. Funnily enough, it took nearly twenty five years to get the tournament restored; she heard whispers that next year might be the year when she was at Hogwarts.

Bagman and Crouch did so as a political gambit to salvage their damaged political careers that had been damaged by rumors of a gambling addiction and the disgrace of a son being a Death Eater respectively. Not to mention with Sirius being innocent, that opened up a lot of old wounds for Crouch. Fudge jumped on the bandwagon because that's how he rolled, he wanted to take all of the credit whilst others did the work. Dumbledore was the only one out of that group who wanted to strengthen International magical relations for unselfish reasons.

Voldemort's growing presence put the kibosh on an earlier attempt to put the tournament back on but now they were trying to bring it back. This year would be a banner one for international magical relations or to be more precise, the British Ministry of Magic trying to smell like a rose in the eyes of the international magical community. It was clear as crystal what the game was.

The entire Sirius Black fiasco set them back a lot in the credibility scale.

'The increased security detail indicates that there is smoke to the fire,' Rose thought, she had to report to Hogwarts two days early for an extended convention with all of the Hogwarts teachers. Leave it to Dumbledore to impart the knowledge that they have to accommodate a few dozen more warm bodies to the last fucking possible second.

Minerva and Lucretia tried to get her the information that they could find out.

As Lucretia told her, even her father, who led Fudge by the ear, was unable to find out much of anything, which told Rose how well that the Ministry plugged the leaks. For once they were doing something right, although she supposed that a blind squirrel found a nut once and a while. Although the full court press for the Quidditch World Cup had been given by the Daily Prophet and Sirius Black was a non-person since he had been proven to be innocent.

Rose spotted two press clippings, one detailing the mysterious disappearance of Bertha Jorkins, a mid-level Ministry worker who bounced around the departments over the years just to make up the numbers. The other detailed the death of a Muggle gardener named Frank Bryce, who was found right near the area where Tom Marvolo Riddle or Voldemort was rumored to have lived.

Now that Harry found out Riddle's true name, Andromeda did some digging. Riddle had his connections in the Ministry torch the records but there was always a trail if someone dug deeply enough.

And said trail could be found if one was resourceful enough, something that Andromeda reminded Rose of time and time again, a smile crossing her face as she thought about that point.

A knock on the door brought Rose out of her thoughts; she would have to share this information with Harry. Come to think of it, it was likely he received it already. Then again, the owl that Andromeda sent just arrived here. With a half dazed look in her eyes, Rose walked over and clicked the door open to reveal Harry standing there with a girl with short dark hair that she did not recognize.

"Harry, I was just thinking about you," Rose said as she gave him a brief hug and Harry raised an eyebrow. The red haired woman smiled. "Mind out of the gutter…but….who is your friend?"

"My name is Alexandra," Faora remarked as she watched Rose, eying the woman up, and down, she looked delicious enough to eat. Then again, there was something about the genes of the Evans line that made for attractive women, though Petunia was a glaring exception. "I'm a relative of Harry's on his father's side and I just looked it up. We spent the better part of the evening getting to know each other."

Rose offered a knowing smile, given the way these two were looking at each other; she had a feeling that they now knew each other very well.

Faora and Harry agreed that the truth would be told, although to be fair she did tell the truth. She was a relative of Harry's from his father's side, just not James Potter. One day, Rose, the twins, and several others that were trustworthy would learn the truth but only when the time was right.

"It's nice to see meet you," Rose stated as she was surprised with a tight hug from the girl before her.

"I'm sure you were a part of Harry's life growing up," Faora commented although she knew of the circumstances of what happened to Rose, second hand through Harry.

"Actually I couldn't be with him for nearly twelve years because I had to go into hiding because of…well because of someone called Severus Snape," Rose responded as she watched Faora. "And a few of the Death Eaters that thought raping, and killing the sister of Lily Evans-Potter would send a message to the world and would be a notch on their belt. And Ministry Law tied my hands regarding Harry, as he was shuttled to Petunia and Vernon before I could do anything. I actually could legally adopt the twins, because their papers had not been filed at the Ministry yet, so I went around them to the Muggle Courts. And if anyone had found out about them...well it would have painted an even bigger target on our backs."

By the time Dumbledore or anyone else found out, it was too late. They had already gone into hiding, and Andromeda was the only one who could get in contact with her.

"Snape's suffering," Harry stated, perhaps it was just him, but things would be problematic to be a fugitive being on the run without a wand arm and Rose wondered before a thought crossed her mind.

"He may have rejoined his old master," Rose commented as she held the press clippings towards Harry. "Andromeda sent me those recently."

Harry read the press clippings, detailing the seemingly harmless disappearance of a Ministry drone named Bertha Jorkins. Foul play was not ruled out but the official word from the Ministry was that she was on a holiday, that she left for three months ago. A man named Ludo Bagman had quoted that she was the forgetful type.

'Covering his arse,' Harry thought to himself as he read the press clippings.

There was another one with Frank Bryce, but the location caught Harry off guard.

"Rose, can I use your phone for a moment?" Harry asked and Rose nodded in confirmation, leaving Rose and Faora alone to talk.

This allowed Harry his moment to dial up Hermione's number. He knew that her mother got the Internet over the past year, which meant that she could look up some information for him the Muggle way rather quickly. While Harry was not sure if the Internet would catch on, it did hold some promise.

The phone rang a few times before Hermione answered.

"Hello?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, it's me, Harry," Harry responded and this caused Hermione's tone to brighten immediately.

"Oh, Harry, is there a problem?" Hermione asked over the phone, biting down on her lip.

"Well not as such but I want you to look up something online for me," Harry told her over the telephone. He made a mental note to acquire a computer with an Internet connection for Rose but for now, Hermione would do the job nicely. "I need you to look up a man known as Frank Bryce, he lived in Little Hangleton."

"Just one second," Hermione responded as she waited. With the Internet being on a separate phone line, she could remain on the phone with Harry. Of course the dial-up service that her mother was not the fastest thing in the world.

Harry waited patiently as Faora eyed him, wondering what he was trying to figure out. There was a moment in time as he saw Amanda and Emily walk down the stairs but they paused, looking curious.

Both twins saw their brother on the phone, waiting to talk to someone and they also saw this mysterious girl with an alluring personality talking to their aunt. They had no idea what was going on but they were bound and determined to find out no matter how long it took. The wizard twirled the phone line and tried to calculate his thoughts.

"Okay, Harry, this is weird, I found a newspaper clipping online from over fifty years ago," Hermione informed him as she paused and Harry cleared his throat to invite her to continue. "Frank Bryce was believed to murder a family named the Riddles and their adult son named Tom. I did some further digging and Tom ran away with a woman named Merope Gaunt years ago, but returned home to Riddle Manor, believing that she was going to give him a son but she lied. At least that's what the official story says."

Harry smiled, he doubted very much that was the official story.

"Bryce was hauled downtown for questioning, he was the only one with a key to the house, there were no broken windows, no signs of entry, the room was locked from the inside," Hermione continued as she paused. "And on the victims there were no stab wounds, bullet wounds, poison in their system, or signs of strangulation. And no signs of ill health. They were just alive one minute and the next minute they weren't."

"The plot thickens," Harry responded and Hermione gave a noise of agreement.

"And then Bryce claimed that there was a young boy with dark hair and a brooding demeanor that left the house, he was rather tall," Hermione responded before she paused and it clicked.

"Sounds like our young T.M. Riddle," Harry stated and Hermione gave a yelp in agreement.

"Bryce was released due to lack of evidence, but the house….the Riddle Manor went through two sets of owners over the past fifty years neither living there, and a final owner….who kept it for tax reasons," Hermione stated, biting down on her lip.

"Did they say who it was?" Harry asked.

"Some guy named Archibald Smythe," Hermione remarked and Harry paused.

"Hang on a sec, Hermione,' Harry told her as he whipped out the communication mirror. "Sersi!"

"Yes, Harry, what can I do for you?" Sersi asked curiously from the other end of the mirror link.

"Archibald Smythe, does he hold any significance in the Wizarding World?" Harry asked to Sersi.

"Not as such no but as an alias yes," Sersi remarked as she smiled at him.

"If you could be more specific, I'll make sure you get a substantial bonus," Harry responded, knowing how the game was played.

"Well Smythe is a false name, a false trail, one used by Lucius Malfoy to buy Muggle real estate," Sersi explained to him, Malfoy disrespected her family line a few years back, so she considered this to be adequate compensation for the disrespect that he threw their way.

"So that's who owns the Riddle House, likely his master put him up to it," Harry commented but he would have a devil of a time proving it. Lucius likely covered his tracks rather well, Merlin only knew he had the money to do it.

He wondered if Voldemort was there, but he suspected that if he was, that place would have more security than Gringotts. It would take weeks to figure out how to get around it and that was not time that Harry had the luxury of.

And Snape was with him, likely in the security of the Riddle house now and out of reach.

"The plot thickens Hermione, the plot thickens. I'll talk to you later," Harry remarked as he hung up the phone, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Two people were likely dead, who knew how many more were unconfirmed? In fact one could argue that that most of the Muggle missing person's cases in the UK had to do with Voldemort or his Death Eaters. The Ministry only recorded magical death toll, not Muggle, because those people didn't matter to them.

"Well, Riddle's at it again," Harry commented as he turned to Rose and the twins.

"If we figure this out, we might figure out how to defeat him," Faora commented as she tapped the lighting bolt scar on Harry's head.

"Surely there's some kind of magical ritual that might help us?" Harry asked and Faora responded with a smile.

"Nothing of this world, but….well we'll discuss it later," Faora answered as she turned to kill some time until the Dursleys returned home talking to the twins.

Faora waited, patience was something that was honed within her pretty much since birth, she waited for the big event, the thing that she was bred for. The joining with Harry, the fact that one day that she would be with him, and she did hope that in the meantime that they would treat him with the respect and dignity that he deserved. After all, her brother was the closest that many of them would ever come to seeing a god in their pathetic lives.

Perhaps she was a bit foolish in thinking that people would actually be grateful at all Harry gave up for them. Despite it all, he did not seem fazed by it but it did annoy her that he was propped up as some savior, in a world that from what she determined did not deserve heroes. In fact, she would consider the Wizarding World to be a place where heroes went to die.

Harry was strong not because of anything that he learned there, he was strong in spite of them. They did not know of the true power that resided on the other side of those emerald eyes and what he could do to them all if he chose to. Faora smiled, they had much loftier ambitions in mind.

On the other hand, Harry thought about it, he was ready to get out of Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays. There would be a select few people that he missed when he left but there would be even more that he would not be disappointed to see the backside of. He was destined for great things whilst they were destined for mediocrity. That world was where ambition went to die, in favor of becoming a useless drone, a sheep in the herd, or rather a lamb being led to the slaughter, the blood being spilled.

Both Harry and Faora heard the car doors slam.

"It appears that your aunt and uncle have returned home," Faora commented in a crisp tone of voice as she folded her arms. "I can hardly wait to meet them."

Harry anticipated that meeting, because he knew that the Dursleys would not know what they were getting themselves into.

Tolerable, cool, crisp, that was what could be used to describe the Dursleys and the relationship that Harry had them over the past, six or seven years. There was a sense that there was a bomb about ready to go off every time both parties were in the same room but both sides remained cool to each other. Vernon had his moments, Petunia seemed to learn her lessons, and Dudley was Dudley, he was what he was trained to be. There was really not much hope for him as evolution was not on his side.

Vernon opened the door, he was already in a foul mood to begin with, given the fact that he had to go and correct a billing dispute. And in the end, he had to pay full price, which was highway robbery. He was an honest man; he paid all of his taxes. Add to the fact that Grunnings had one of the worst quarters ever and investor confidence was at an all-time low, his mood worsened.

Then there was this diet that the school nurse made his son go on, it was profiling against his son and he had half a mind to get his solicitor on the line towards that school. His wife convinced him not to.

Everyone had to go on the diet, which was harsh. Granted, he came to understand why Dudley had to go on the diet, grudgingly so. His wife, she could stand to lose a few pounds, not that Vernon would say so to her face. He actually had a few functioning brain cells. And the boy….well the boy was the boy.

But he was a proper sized man, so he didn't deserve to eat food that real men did not eat. All of these salads and rice cakes, they were the food of girly men.

Speaking of the boy, Vernon spotted him sitting on the couch with another one of his harlots, actually he did not recognize this one. This one was dressed in some kind of battle armor with a helmet on.

Faora changed out of her street clothes back into her full battle armor, figuring that she would make a lasting impression on the Dursleys before she took Har-Zod on his way. She saw Vernon staring at her, trying to find his voice. Petunia seemed scandalized and Dudley, well he was dumbstruck.

"Who are you?" Vernon asked in a demanding voice, never mind the fact that this girl towered over him and she could crush him into paste if she should choose to do so. That fact never entered Vernon's miniature brain.

I'm Harry's sister, Faora, and I wanted to meet the family that so graciously took him in all of those years ago," Faora remarked, her voice offering a certain inflection of sarcasm through it. She doubted very much that the Dursleys took him in. It was coercion on the part of Dumbledore, which a small part of her admired, but only a small part.

Vernon looked at the girl, wondering where she came from. His tiny brain was trying to process her sudden arrival and his beady eyes kept on the dark haired girl before him.

"What kind of name is Faora?" Dudley managed and Faora offered him a grin and narrowed her eyes towards him which caused the pig to take half of a step back.

"What kind of name is Dudley?" Faora asked as she looked at this poor specimen with pity. The fact that this thing shared any DNA with her brother was an insult but even the best had some rather undesirable branches on their family tree. "Harry told me all about you."

"The boy told you all about us, did he?" Vernon asked, his temper and not to mention his intelligence had been lessened by the diet. His beady little eyes fixed on Faora. "He's been telling tales to make himself look more important but he is nothing but a selfish little freak…"

Vernon's throat met Faora's hand as she choked him until he went purple in the face but stopped before he could black out. Funnily enough, that was an improvement for Vernon. She watched him, eyes narrowed, a dangerous, dangerous look on her face, and a nasty scowl etched upon said face. Vernon was likely about ready to say something stupid, something that appeared to be very natural to someone of his limited intellectual process.

"I'd mind what you say around your superiors," Faora told him stiffly as she allowed Vernon to drop to his knees and he clutched his throat.

A smarter man than Vernon Dursley would have kept his trap shut after the first and only warning that he would receive from this girl. Faora was in a merciful mood tonight but it turned out that the Walrus was not going to accept her kind generosity of allowing him to be among the awake and the breathing for another day. If he would have left well enough alone, then what happened next was not going to happen.

Vernon Dursley blew his stack and Faora wondered if he had a death wish.

"I've had it, after all I've done, I've allowed the boy to live in house and home, and he is nothing but an ungrateful, good for nothing…"

Faora snapped, grabbed Vernon by the throat and this time she hurled him with all of her might halfway across the room. She only bothered to hold herself back to the point where it would not kill him. It would be too humane to kill him. He went flying head first and with a loud crash he went through the wall.

There was a Vernon sized hole in the wall. He still breathed but it was merely only out of instinct now, and his body shuddered to a stop.

Petunia clasped a pair of hands over her mouth and her eyes widened, as she looked at Faora with a gasp. The expression on her face was one of someone who had their brain short circuited from shock. It took her a moment to consider what happened, her mind nearly broke from the shock of seeing what happened to her husband.

As for Dudley, well a series of unfortunate events happened.

He tried to run backwards.

There were two problems with this. The first problem was that Dudley running would be a comedy of errors to begin with. He did not have the mobility to do so he began to slip and slide like a pig in slop as he tried to get away from this woman that launched his father through the wall like he was a paper airplane.

The second fundamental flaw with this whole process was that Dudley barely had the ability to go forwards. Therefore going backwards was going to be a chore and half for the useless lump. So what he began to do was stumble ass over tea kettle and land on the floor and knock himself out, like a comedy routine.

Petunia gasped this time.

"You killed him!" Petunia yelled as Faora strained her ear and listened for Dudley's heartbeat.

"No, he's still breathing," Faora stated in a dismissive tone. "Although it is a wonder why he has not dropped dead of a heart attack or had been mistaken for a hog and led to slaughter."

Petunia looked scandalized that her precious Diddydums was anything other than a perfect little angel. It was wrong for her son to be thought of in such a way.

"What about Vernon?" Petunia asked finally finding her voice, as she looked towards Harry for a brief second but then realized that criticizing the boy in any way was not good for her long term health.

"Vernon….well he's alive but I doubt very much he will be waking up," Faora stated in an uncaring voice. "He was warned once and if I'm not mistaken, this was not the first time he was put through a wall for insubordination but this will be the final time for him."

"Vernon was warned more than once, it isn't our fault that he doesn't know how to use that brain," Harry remarked as he kept his eyes on Petunia before he strode over to check on Vernon.

Yeah the lights might be on but there was no one home.

"He will be forever put in a vegetative state, being forced to being put under care, at least until the point where they bleed your bank accounts dry and they mercifully pull his plug," Faora stated as she eyed Vernon. In her opinion, that could not have happened to a better individual. Vernon was warned more than once.

Petunia was unable to formulate a response other than opening her mouth and closing it again and again. She looked like a wide mouth tree frog trying to catch flies. Her son was down on the floor and even if he was awake, he would be unable to get up. Petunia had no idea what to do. She did not want to join her son and husband in the state that they were in.

Suddenly she found herself unable to move. Petunia had been put in a state that she was aware of everything that was going on around her but unable to remove.

"Amazing," Harry commented to break the silence, removing the helmet, feeling that it obstructed her face too much.

Faora and Harry pulled each other into a long and deep kiss, and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. His body was her wonderland and she ripped his shirt open, to see his muscular abs and chest, before pushing him down on the couch.

Dudley laid on the floor, Vernon was in the wall somewhere, and Petunia stood there, unable to move or stop what was going to happen next.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Faora and Harry exchanged a heated kiss, with the two of them wrapping their arms around each other as the lip action intensified. She sucked on his lips, working her tongue into his mouth and he captured the organ with his mouth, sucking on it. She appreciated these actions and appreciated his hands removing the clasp of the top half of her uniform, to release her natural state to the world.

Her breasts were bared and not to mention his. Harry reached forward to claim them.

"Beautiful," Harry stated as he squeezed them and Faora closed her eyes, feeling the pleasurable motions on him. "But then again, they were made for me, weren't they?"

"Yes, they are, great merciful Rao," Faora breathed, working his pants off, her pussy dripped with desire. It had been several hours since he was in her and she hungered for more.

Harry rolled his hands over her body, working them over her breasts and feeling her reactions against his hands. She made deep sensual sounds as she straddled his lap and he placed his face in her breasts, sucking on them.

Faora threw her head back in a lustful groan.

"That's the spot, oh that's the spot," Faora panted as he motor boarded her breasts and the bottom half of her uniform was down, seeing herself in all of her glory. Harry reached several fingers down and played her dripping snatch.

One finger was in her, crooked slightly, as he pushed in and out of her, and the lust fogged over her. She managed to fish his cock out of his pants and wrap her hand tightly around it. The firm squeeze caused him to be excited, she could sense it.

"The best," Harry grunted as he pumped inside the tight organ beneath him.

"I know," Faora panted as he inserted another finger in her. Her nerve endings felt like they were being worked over every single way.

The dark haired girl closed her eyes, laying back as he allowed Harry to finger her as she stroked his cock. Their combined motions were something that was a sight to behold but Faora wanted even more.

Harry sensed her want and positioned her body so Petunia could see her face. Once Faora realized what Harry was doing, a smile crossed her face, a wicked ear to ear grin.

"Oh Har, you are so devilishly naughty," Faora stated as Harry grabbed her hips and teased her opening. He sucked on her clit from behind, causing the stimulation to increased in her. "Don't….ah…wait, stick it in me."

She breathed heavily as Harry worked on her nerve endings for a little bit before he lined up his cock, teasing her in the opening.

"YES!"

Without another word, Harry plunged himself into her. He always enjoyed being balls deep in a beautiful woman and the fact that this was his sister increased the passions that he enjoyed, he could hardly wait to feel her wrapped around him. The dark haired girl closed her eyes as Harry worked his cock into her from behind, sending his throbbing phallus between her legs.

Faora's face turned slowly, making sure that Petunia Dursley saw the pleasure that washed over her. His cock buried itself into her and she squeezed around him, making sure to work it with her inner muscles. These meetings were all about mutual pleasure and she was not about to let herself down, as she could give Harry everything.

"You just can't get enough of me," Harry grunted as he cupped his lover's breasts and kept pumping into her from behind. He could feel her in ways that he could not feel the women that he made love to in the past.

He picked up the pace and continued to spear into her like there was no tomorrow, and the woman tightened around him, feeling the pumping of his cock into her. She was caught off guard by an amazing orgasm as he plunged in and out of her, fucking her from behind.

Petunia saw every moan that she gave, every flicker of pleasure in her eye, everything, as Harry worked into her. The woman was unable to move, unable to give any gratification to herself. She stood there, feeling the burning between her legs and cursing the freak for being much larger than Vernon ever hoped to be.

Faora sensed the frustration coming from the woman before her and that was good, she deserved every amount of frustration. That spiteful bitch deserved having her hands tied and deserved watching a treat that she would never receive. Harry's cock worked into her pussy from behind, causing her to moan loudly.

"Damn, we can go like this all night," Harry breathed as he pulled her hair slightly which caused her to go wild, feeling this dominating force pummel her.

"Yes, yes, we can," Faora panted as she closed her eyes and once again his cock continued to cut through her.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, burying his cock into her pussy, and the dark haired girl closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure. The orgasm rocked her body, in fact they were getting more intense at all.

"Your body's like heaven," Harry breathed as he ran his hands down her body, pausing for a moment but she growled, biting down on his finger which was his indication to fuck her harder.

Fuck her harder was what he did, he drilled her pussy from behind. His long and thick cock buried between her thighs, and Faora's eyes flickered shut with the pleasure, yes she felt the pleasure, she felt her body heating up from the pleasure, tightening around his cock as he continued to work into her like there was no tommorrow.

The two of them went at it like animals in heat, with Faora bringing herself to more pleasurable heights, her moans getting louder. His balls slapped against her thighs from behind and her heart beat faster and faster as he slammed into her.

"Make me feel like a woman, that's it, you're a real man!"

Petunia once again wondered how much of this she was going to take. She was a petrified statue, unable to move her legs and she felt her pulse quicken. There was no chance for her to go between her legs because she could not move her arms at all.

Harry grabbed Faora around the waist and floated her up, so she was face to face with Petunia. Then Harry really let her have it, slamming his cock into her pussy, nailing her with hard thrusts that worked her out.

"YES!" Faora yelled as she made sure Petunia's eyes were locked upon her face. Not that the woman could close them, they had been forced open. "You know how to fuck a woman right, baby!"

Faora was tilted in the air and Harry grabbed her around the hips before he speared into her at hyper speed. This caused the dark haired girl to close her eyes and scream out loud, his member spearing into her pussy from behind. The dark haired girl tightened around his prick from behind and continued to work into her, squeezing him with her pussy, really milking him with each passing thrust.

Harry was wrapped in this pussy of this sexual dream but he was reaching his peak after over an hour. She wrapped around him tightly and captured his mouth in a lingering kiss as she turned around. The sparks of sexuality flew through the air as she bit his tongue and sucked on it like she might on his cock. He picked up the pace and speared into her several more times, working into her from behind.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, it disappeared in and out of her, his balls slapping across her thighs as he picked up the pace. The wizard closed his eyes as he buried himself into her and her pussy tightened around him as he continued to work into her.

"Cumming," Harry rasped as he felt her pussy was fucked rather well at least for now.

"Yes, give it all to me ,give it all to me, I want it in me!" Faora yelled, giving Petunia quite the show to get her even more riled up.

Harry thrust his thick rod into her a few more times and his balls tightened before he sprayed his fluids down into her tight wet hole. Both saw sparks that only a powerful orgasm between two Kryptonians could give. Her tight pussy milked him, milked every last drop of cum out of his balls.

Smut/Lemon Ends.

Faora watched Petunia's reaction, she could not move but boy did her eyes say many things. They said many things about what she thought about the display that she had been forced to watch. How she had been humiliated by seeing another woman be given more pleasure than her husband ever given her in all of their years of marriage. The dark haired Kryptonian's face crossed with a grin.

"I bet you liked that, didn't you?"

Petunia could not answer because of the circumstances that she was in but at the same time, the look on her face said more than enough.

"I bet you would have liked some of that, wouldn't you?"

There was no response but again Faora had no need for her to respond, the look on Petunia Dursley's face said more than enough. The wanton desire for her nephew, who she was most certainly not thinking of as useless freak right now, crossed her eyes, and a triumphant smirk crossed Faora's face.

"I bet you would have liked it if Harry held you down and fucked you, treating you like the dirty, depraved whore that you always wanted to be," Faora breathed as she placed her hand on Petunia's forehead. "How about it, one taste at some kind of satisfication? You want it, don't you? You want Harry to pin you down and make a woman out of you, in ways that your pathetic meat sack of a husband couldn't?"

Petunia's ability to speak was returned to her and Harry watched her, seeing where this was going.

"You want him don't you?" Faora asked as Petunia watched her, struggling to speak. "You want your nephew, no matter how wrong your foolish morality thinks it is, don't you? No matter how much you hate him, you want him to ravish you. To give you more pleasure in one day than you ever experienced in your entire life."

"Yes," Petunia breathed, humiliated at the thought but she could not lie.

"Well, we don't always get what we want," Faora remarked with a grin and Petunia watched them with widened eyes.

"You can't do this….after that….after that….I can't stand it."

"Well, you should have thought about that before you treated me like shit all of these years," Harry remarked with a knowing grin, knowing that he got his ultimate revenge on his aunt.

"Are we done here?" Faora asked with a grin crossing her face.

"Yes, there's nothing left to do here," Harry responded with a smile, he did let Rose know that he would return for the Quidditch Cup.

There was a pause where Harry stood there, and locked eyes with Petunia.

"I would say it's an honor but that'd make me a liar," Harry responded before he collected his things. Hedwig was on her way to Gotham, no doubt she would find him in due time.

Harry stepped on top of Dudley, not bothering to care. Faora did the same thing, sure they could fly over him but they didn't even bother.

Faora did however give him a parting kick to the balls as did Harry, because they wanted to give Dudley something to remember them by and wanted to cut down Vernon Dursley's future genetics.

It was over a day before the spell wore off and allowed Petunia to move. That gave her plenty of time to think and be frustrated.

"We do have a very productive summer ahead of us, don't we?"

That was not a point that Harry would argue against as he flew side by side with Faora, back to the cavern that she set up for training underneath the caves where his mother found the crystal that contained his genetic material within.

"Upon my fourteenth birthday, I will be able to head to Castle Peverell where I can see what I can do about waking Lily up," Harry responded and Faora responded with a brief nod before something came to her.

"You know, the timeline of when Lily lapsed into suspended animation and when my mother stopped caring about the world around her really happened around the same time," Faora commented in a thoughtful voice. "Ursa spent a lot of that time in that meditation chamber, trying to possess Lily."

"The key word being try?" Harry asked and Faora responded with a nod.

"Yes she tried but obviously she failed, as it is a very imprecise process and she could only really influence her at night or when her mind was stressed," Faora stated as she flew next to Harry, getting closer to their destination. "Which I'm assuming happened fairly often considering the war that was going on around you at the time."

"You're saying the killing curse broke her mind?" Harry asked and Faora nodded.

"She was trying to possess Lily the night it happened, I'm sure of it, but her soul traveled into Lily's body," Faora stated as she thought about it. "If I may state a theory it seems as if that the Killing Curse kills one soul and thus it did not account for two. Adding to whatever ritual Lily used to protect you and give you the protections when you lived with….them, it must have destroyed her."

"What happened to her?" Harry asked and Faora smiled in a sardonic manner.

"When she found out that the General had his spirit stripped from his body and sent into the Phantom Zone, she managed to muster up enough emotion to off herself," Faora informed him but she seemed uncaring about this. "The bitch finally was gone from my life although Krypton was wrapping up around that time."

"So what is this training that I have to do?" Harry asked her, wondering what they would cover.

"Kryptonian history, Kryptonian sorcery, science, things that I only lightly touched upon in the dream scape, plus powers that I cannot teach you in there," Faora ticked off calmly. "Do not worry, you will be done by the time the Quidditch Cup happens and then you can head over to Castle Peverell. I doubt Lily will go anywhere."

Plus as Harry reminded himself, he might have to determine a way to revive her. The problem was that a case like hers was unprecedented; there was no Earth magic capable of reviving her. He scoured the Hogwarts library ever since Sirius told him what happened but found nothing because something like this had never happened before.

The two touched down to the ground.

"The training area is down here," Faora whispered to Harry, and the two of them entered the cave, flying towards the bottom.

No sooner did they hit the bottom but a passionate voice piped up with a finally.

Kara shot out like a blur and grabbed Harry, tackling him, before slamming him against the cave wall and capturing his lips with hers in a searing kiss that caused his toes to curl. There was only one thing for him to do and that was return it with equal fire and fury.

"Well, Kara's awake," Faora responded briskly.

Harry noticed.