Fantastic Shags and Where to Find Them Part 1 (Harry Potter/Queenie Goldstein)

Queenie Goldstein was starting to think she made a mistake. There was a good chance she’d made a lot of them actually. So many mistakes, in fact, that there was no way she could recover from them all.

Nurmengard Castle wasn’t what she imagined. The work Grindlewald gave her wasn’t what she thought it would be, either. She knew he’d use her Legilimency, because it was her only true skill, but he had her using it to manipulate his own followers, stealing their weaknesses from their minds to use against them.

She felt terrible. But she was too much of a coward to do anything about it. All she could do was waste away, praying that somehow all of this would work out the way she hoped, with No-Majs no longer discriminated against. Grindelwald still promised to fix the world. He said so many nice things…. But it just didn’t feel like his actions matched his words.

Queenie wished she could just read his mind and understand his intentions. That was impossible however. The most powerful wizards, like Grindelwald, were far too good at Occlumency for her to be able to infiltrate their defenses.

He still kept her close, in spite of her doubts. If he knew of them, Grindelwald was aware she was too cowardly to do anything about it. So Grindelwald used her like an extra bodyguard for his security detail.

Her job was simple. Each day a constant stream of visitors would walk into the throne room Grindelwald used as his office. These wizards would meet with him and interact with him. Most of them wanted things, even if they also pledged their loyalty to Grindelwald. With forces moving against him, especially from Britain, there was always a chance that spies would be sent in, however. Or, assassins.

So Queenie’s job was to stand there and read minds over and over. If anyone planned to draw their wand, she would know before it happened and tip off the other guards. 

She felt like a canary inside of one of those No-Maj coal mines. It was appropriate, too, because she was pretty enough to be a little bird with her bright blond hair. If only she was as powerful a witch as she was attractive, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up trapped here.

A group of Italian purebloods left the grand audience hall, and were replaced by one man. He was tall and quite pale. Probably British, Queenie decided. She would know for certain once she read his thoughts.

Queenie reached out using her Legilimency and probed what he was thinking. All of a sudden, she found herself frozen.

She couldn’t hear anything from him!

The man was still walking closer. He was handsome. His jaw was sharp and his chin was wide. He had wild black hair and bright green eyes, with large eyeglasses over them. His robes were a bit odd, in a style Queenie didn’t recognize at all, even though she had known more than anyone about wizarding fashion back when she was staying in New York.

But by far the most standout thing was that she couldn’t read his mind. She had tried again, and failed again. Only two other wizards fell into that category, and those were Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore.

He stopped in front of Grindlewald’s throne. The rest of the security had taken Queenie’s frozen state as confirmation that this man wasn’t a threat. That wasn’t true! He was an impossibly big threat! But Queenie couldn’t bring herself to say anything!

A small hope had nestled inside of her. What if this stranger really took down Grindelwald? He’d free her. Oh, she didn’t deserve to be freed! But how she would love it…

The stranger cleared his throat. “Grindelwald, right?”

“You have come to my castle without even being able to recognize me?” Grindelwald asked. “That’s a new one!”

He laughed. His bodyguards even chuckled. It’s a trap, Queenie wanted to tell the stranger. Grindelwald was a mad man. He just knew how to appear reasonable JUST long enough to pull you in.

“I did think it was you,” said the man who came for an audience. “I just wanted to be sure.”

His wand was in his hand all of a sudden. A wrist holster. The other guards shouted, looking at Queenie who had failed to warn them, but Queenie was still frozen.

Spells flew around her. She couldn’t take her eyes off this handsome stranger, even as a duel started in front of her. When she finally jolted back to earth, she discovered Grindelwald’s elite forces had been ragdolled. They lay in groaning piles all around the throne, barely stirring.

Grindelwald stood up, drawing his wand. He looked more serious than Queenie had ever seen him. The stranger, though, looked at her for some reason.

“You’re not sure about this,” he said.

Queenie wanted to turn invisible on the spot. She wanted to run away. And then, all of a sudden, this man gave her a command.

“Go!” he said cheerfully.

Queenie bolted.

She ran away from this room, leaving without protecting her despicable master. She would have to escape this castle somehow, doing anything she could. After she fled like this, if Grindelwald found her, that would be the end of her. There would be no coming back from that.

As she ran, a curse was aimed at her back. But this man who came to visit raised a shield, protecting her. Queenie reached the door and fled through it.

She didn’t make it far on the other side. She put her back to the wall, hyperventilating, and sank down. There was nowhere to run to. Grindelwald’s base was a literal prison buried in the mountains. It wasn’t like she could escape. All she could do… was wait.

Why did she ever join Grindelwald? He’d been charismatic in the right ways, and she just got swept up. Queenie missed New York. She wanted all of this to be over.

As she sat in the hall with her face buried in her knees, the castle itself shook. She thought it was her body trembling from fear at first, but that wasn’t it. The stone was actually bouncing and vibrating. It was coming from the room she left behind. Great explosions and vicious noises continued for the next half hour. Then, they stopped.

Queenie could hear herself breathe again. No servants had come running to their master’s aid. Did that mean they had been neutralized?

The door opened. Queenie couldn’t bring herself to look up. If it was the stranger, she may have just gotten a second chance. If it was Grindelwald, she was dead. She didn’t have the courage to look.

Someone cleared their throat.

“I could be wrong… But I have the strangest feeling that you’ll be happy to see me.”

The voice was strong and less familiar than Grindelwald’s suave baritone. Queenie couldn’t believe it. She jumped up—

The green-eyed man rubbed the back of his head.

“I’m Harry, by the way,” he said. “Nice to meet you, Miss Unwilling Bodyguard.”

“How did you know I was unwilling?” Queenie asked.

“You ran and left your boss to die?” he said, like it should be obvious.

Queenie’s knees shook. “Then he’s really…?”

“Grindelwald is dead, yeah,” he said.

Queenie couldn't help but hurl her arms around him. After a moment, she felt him pat her back.

LINE BREAK

Harry’s life was always weird. It kept getting weirder, too. He never thought he’d be spending a night in Grindelwald's home base in the mid twentieth century, but here he was.

It all started with an experiment by the Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries. They called Harry to help them test something, claiming they needed a wizard as strong as him to make it work. Harry agreed to get away from the paperwork of his job as Head Auror. The Unspeakables were experimenting with time travel. They wanted to make an even better version of Time Turners.

The experiment ended up blowing up. Harry powered it, but they lost control, and Harry was yanked deep into the past. As luck would have it, he ended up right before Grindelwald’s rise to power.

He was sure Hermione and Dumbledore would tell him not to change anything because that could be catastrophic, but he wasn’t an academic, and there was no way he knew to get back to his time. So he decided, for academic interest, to see if he could do it. He wanted to take on Grindelwald.

It was written in all the history textbooks that Grindelwald used this castle as his home base, so Harry just strutted in. He took some poor wizard's place as a diplomat and disabled any guards he saw. The final duel had been a challenge, but he ultimately triumphed over the German wizard.

He then used Portkeys to clear out the castle, and intended to stay there for at least a few nights as he decided what to do in this time period. 

He expected it to be a lonely evening, but that stunning blond witch from Grindelwald’s chamber had insisted on staying. She even cooked for him, and it was delicious. He could tell from her accent that she was American, reminding Harry just how large Grindelwald’s influence sphere had been.

With all that company, Harry went to bed feeling far more cheerful than expected. He was still high off the thrill of beating Grindelwald when he fell asleep, which affected his dreams.

Memories mixed with fantasies as Harry relived an orgy with Lavender Brown and the Patil Twins. He always had wet dreams after a really good fight. When his blood got pumping, he just ended up horny afterward.

He had just dragged his dick out of Parvati’s dark snatch when Lavender descended in it, encircling his nob with her lips. Harry groaned even in real life, the feeling was so incredible. He stroked her curly blond hair, finding it soft to the touch. This was amazing! Since when were his dreams so vivid?

Gradually, however, Harry found himself waking up. The feeling didn’t disappear at all. Instead, it only became more intense.

He cracked his eyes open and discovered a lump in his blanket. Harry smiled. He grabbed the blanket and threw it back.

His dream had a few things right, namely the blond hair. But it wasn’t his old classmate, of course, who wouldn’t be born for decades. It was Queenie Goldstein kneeling above his crotch, using her mouth like there was not tomorrow.

She had both hands around the base of his nob, twisting them in circles. It was possible because of the drool that was running down Harry’s dick, escaping the gorgeous American’s throat. 

She giggled when she saw that Harry was watching her. She started to put more effort in, letting go of his dick in order to tie back her hair. When the blond locks were safely out of the way, she started to take him deeper.

Her whole mouth was filled when she pushed halfway down Harry’s penis. You could see exactly what her record was by where her lipstick smeared off. It was a distinctive color: gold like her hair.

Queenie beat her records one at a time, slowly taking more of him. In the same way that her lipstick showed how deep she had managed to go, Harry could feel himself exploring new portions of her throat. His puffy purple head was past her mouth now, going down into her neck.

Queenie had come tonight in a sheer blue nightdress with a frizzy hem. It was amusing to Harry to think that she packed that on her way to joining up with a wizarding genocide like the one that Grindelwald was orchestrating. Not that she likely understood what his true goal had been; Grindelwald had excelled at convincing others he wasn’t the kind of threat he really was. It was where he drew so much support from.

Harry reached down, delicately brushing the straps of the nightdress off of Queenie’s shoulders. She didn’t stop him.

Her breasts weren’t particularly big, but Harry always stood by the idea that any boobs were good boobs. Queenie had an alluring aura that was different from any witch Harry had had in the past (which was a very extensive list). She was retro in her beauty, like Marilyn Monroe.

That regal beauty was clashing with the dirty action she was taking on herself. As she inched toward the base of Harry’s cock, tears were starting to form in her eyes. She was fighting down the need to cough, and only willpower was allowing her to keep taking him deeper. She’d applied a fresh coat of makeup before sneaking into Harry’s room, but it was ruined now. Still, that only lended it a different kind of allure.

Harry massaged her narrow shoulders with his large, calloused hands. He squeezed her in the right ways to encourage her. Queenie kept going, and finally, with a desperate plunge, managed to kiss Harry’s groin.

Her reward was an immediate orgasm. Because Queenie was already pulling back, Harry’s cum spilled throughout her mouth, flooding her taste buds. She used the back of her hand to wipe away a bit of excess that had dribbled out.

As Queenie rose onto her knees, her nightdress slid down her body. Her breasts were completely out, with their large stiff nipples. pointing in his direction. The only other thing Queenie was wearing was a thong. She crawled forward now, letting her nightie slide the rest of the way off her body, and along her back Harry could see her ass shaking, a single narrow strip of fabric almost lost between her cheeks.

“I thought I was going to die,” Queenie whispered. “I even thought I might deserve it.”

“Because you were tricked?” Harry asked. “You got caught up in Grindelwald’s promises and made a bad decision.”

“A fool’s still a fool, you know.” She straddled him, biting her lip. “I didn’t think I’d get one of those second chances, even if maybe I deserved it. But then you swept in. Unreadable, impossible, powerful, HANDSOME…”

The last word was whispered into his ear. She brought his hands to the band of her thong. Queenie rubbed her pussy along his dick, grinding on him.

“I’ve never been good at much,” she said. “Legilimency is my only talent, and you can block me out. The only other thing I have is my looks. I’d like you to have me, Harry.”

“If this is nothing but a transaction to you, you don’t have to bother.”

Queenie giggled. “Noble!” She bumped his nose with her finger. “But as far as favors go, I want this too badly to stop here.”

Harry smirked. He quickly rolled them over, trapping Queenie on the bed. She gasped as her thong snapped. Harry enchanted it silently, causing it to run up her body using its strings like legs, vaulting her breasts on the way. It ran all the way up her arms, which Harry pulled above her head, and bound Queenie’s wrists together.

“I was in the middle of a really fascinating dream when you woke me,” Harry said. “I was right in the middle of fucking a gorgeous witch from my past, pounding her in exactly this position until she didn’t have the energy to even moan. Would you like me to show you?”

Pulling on the binds now around her wrists, Queenie quickly discovered that she couldn’t break them. With a nervous smile, she nodded.

Queenie was a pinup model of a witch. She looked like the woman a soldier would go to war with a photo of her tucked in his helmet. And now, as Harry made the bed and her body quiver with his powerful thrusts, she was pulling an extremely lewd expression.

Queenie’s little breasts bounced on her chest. Harry could feel her pussy squeezing him, only growing tighter. He pounded her the entrance to her womb, causing Queenie to gasp after every collision.

Queenie’s tongue stuck out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled up in her head. Combine that with the way her makeup had already been marred while sucking Harry off, with its runny eyeliner and sneered folded lipstick, and she cut quite the sight.

“You look fantastic,” he told her. “Definitely a trophy worth dueling Grindelwald for.”

Sure, this was more of a happy accident than a plan on his part, but he wasn’t complaining about ending up with a stunning witch for an after dinner treat.

Harry’s dick crashed into her moving fast and fierce. He could tell that she was about to cum. Queenie seems the type to orgasm rarely but do so very hard, if Harry was understanding her correctly. As she moaned, unable to speak, he did something surprising: he lowered his occlumency shields.

Suddenly, Queenie’s Legilimency allowed her to read his mind. All there was to learn, however, was the lust he felt for her. She saw herself from his eyes, as a hot mess for his own pleasure. She could hear his lust, and understand all the dirty things he wanted to do to her. Queenie pitched her head back, moaning loudly as Harry reached for her crotch. He pressed his thumb on her clit and rubbed it, but Queenie had already reacted to just the idea, understanding what was coming.

Queenie power washed his dick with a blast of orgasmic juices. Her walls around him. Harry cast a wandless contraceptive charm on her stomach, which Queenie understood by reading his thoughts. She didn’t need Legilimency to know what was coming next.

Harry pumped his cum into her pussy. It was riskless due to the magic he used, but still carried all the lovely feelings of a proper creampie. Queenie moaned loudly as she felt herself being filled with Harry’s manly filling. 

No sooner had she been stuffed than new thoughts entered her mind, all coming from Harry. She saw herself in dozens of positions, all with his dick deep inside her, stiff and strong. She shivered, realizing that these weren’t just fantasies, but promises.

Harry rolled her over, grabbing her bum.

“Come on then,” he said. “By the time I'm done with you, you’ll have paid back my favor and then some.”

Really, it was a win-win situation.