Harry Potter and the Interdimensional Tri-Wizard Tournament - Chapter 7 (A Harry Potter Fanfiction) (Patreon)

Chapter Seven

Harry woke with Natasha's leg still over his. The sheet was half off. Her tits rested against his side, full and heavy, the left one marked dark where he had bitten it. The mark on her neck showed clear above the collar of the shirt she had pulled back on at some point. Her ass was pressed to his hip. The heart shape of it was tight even at rest. She opened her eyes when he shifted.

"Task at dawn," she said. Her voice was low. She did not move her leg.

"I know."

She sat up. The sheet fell. Both marks were visible. She looked down at the one on her breast and touched it once with two fingers. Then she stood. Her ass shifted as she bent for her trousers. She left the shirt open at the top. The mark on her neck stayed in view. Harry watched her dress. She watched him back while she did it. When she finished she stayed a moment longer, one hand on the edge of the bed, eyes on the front of his trousers. Then she turned and headed for the door.

They left the room together. The corridor was empty. The hall doors stood open. Voices came from inside. Natasha stayed at his side until they reached the threshold, then moved left toward Lara. Harry stopped at the edge and looked in.

The hall was half full. Diana stood near the front, arms folded under her chest. Her top pulled tight across her tits. They were high and heavy. The muscle in her arms showed when she shifted her weight. Daenerys stood apart, hair loose this morning instead of braided. Her breasts filled the front of her clothes. The fabric sat close. The line of her waist was narrow above the shape of her hips. Bella was near the side table, pale skin clear at her throat. Her shirt was loose. The top of her breasts showed when she leaned. Katniss had her bow across her back. Yennefer watched from a pillar, one hand on her hip. Lara stood with her shirt open at the collar, tits full and visible at the edge. Xena leaned against the far wall, leather pushing her chest up. The ass on her was firm under the cut of the pants.

Eyes turned when Harry walked in. Some stayed on the mark on his arm. Some moved to Natasha and the dark marks she had not covered. A few dropped lower on him and rose again. He felt the attention. It was not new. It had grown since the Minotaur.

The voice came from the stone. "The next task is a riddle. Solve it and the path opens. Fail and it stays closed."

Letters formed on the far wall.

The one who questions every law. The one who builds and unbuilds worlds. The one whose power has no ceiling. The scientist of infinite reach. Name him and the gate will know.

The hall went quiet for a second. Then someone near the back said, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Diana stepped forward. Her tits moved under the top. "A god. Or something that thinks it is one."

"A man," Yennefer said. Her voice carried. "Or a woman who has stopped answering to either."

Daenerys tilted her head. The loose hair fell over one shoulder and across the top of her breast. "Scientist. Not king. Not priest. Not dragon."

Katniss checked the string on her bow. "Could be a person. Could be a door that eats us if we get it wrong."

Harry read the words again. Omnipotent. No ceiling. The kind of power that did not need a weapon. He hoped it was a woman. The hall already held the ones he knew. Another would change the count. He did not mind the idea. He had not said it out loud.

Bella crossed to him. She stopped close. Her shirt shifted. The pale skin of her breasts showed at the open collar. She looked at his throat first, then at his face.

"You smell like her," she said. "And like the marks you left."

"She stayed."

"I know." Bella's eyes moved to Natasha across the room, then back. Color rose in her cheeks. She still blushed. "The riddle is not a fight. Not the kind we know."

"What do you think it is?"

"Something that does not need the rules the rest of us use. Something that has already finished every argument." She looked at the wall. "I do not like the part where we have to name it before we see it."

"You still want to bite me."

"I do." She said it plain. Her hand rested on his forearm, cool fingers above the Minotaur mark. "After. If the path opens. If it does not, I still want it."

Harry watched her face. Her lips were parted. The blush stayed. "They are all looking at me."

"They saw you put the Minotaur down. They saw the marks on her." Bella's thumb moved once on his arm. "Some of them want to know what you do when the task is finished. I already know what I want."

She took her hand back and stepped away. The loose shirt moved over her ass. Harry watched the line of it until she reached the table again.

Daenerys came next. She stopped in front of him. Her breasts sat high under the fabric. The heat off her was real. Smoke and clean skin. She looked at the mark on his arm, then at his face.

"You finished what the rest of us could not," she said.

"I did."

"This is not a pit. This is words." She studied the wall. "In my world a scientist measures and writes it down. Here the word means something that measures and then decides the number was wrong."

"You think it is a person."

"I think it is a problem." Daenerys looked at him. Her eyes were steady. "You hope it is a woman."

Harry did not deny it. "I do."

"Of course you do." The corner of her mouth moved. "You already have a hall of us. You still want one more."

"I want to know what the task actually is."

"So do I." She stepped closer. Her tits nearly brushed his chest. The scent filled the space. "When you find out, come tell me. I would rather hear it from you than from the wall."

She turned and walked toward Diana. Her ass was firm under the clothes. The hips moved. Harry stayed where he was. The hall kept talking. Groups formed. Someone asked if the riddle was a title. Someone else asked if it was a name they were supposed to already know. No one had an answer that held.

Natasha stood with Lara. Lara's shirt was open far enough that the full shape of her breasts showed. She laughed at something Natasha said and glanced at Harry. Her ass was round under the trousers. Xena had not moved from the wall. The leather across her chest pushed her tits up. She watched Harry when he shifted his weight. Yennefer spoke low to Katniss. Katniss answered and looked at the wall again. Diana stood with her arms still folded. Her breasts rested on them. The height of her made the top of her head clear above most of the room.

Harry found Bella again near the side. She had a cup she was not drinking. Her hair fell past her shoulders. The open collar of her shirt showed the upper curve of her breasts. She looked up when he stopped.

"Still nothing," she said.

"Nothing."

"You keep reading it like the letters will change."

"They might."

Bella set the cup down. "If it is a person, it is a person who does not need us. That is the part I do not like."

"You like the part where I smell good."

She almost smiled. "I do. I liked it before Natasha left marks. I like it more now." Her eyes dropped to his throat. "The offer is still open. After the riddle. Or during, if the path stays closed."

"After."

She stepped in. Her hand rested on his arm again. Cool. "They are all thinking the same thing. Another woman. Another body. Another chance to see what you do when the words are done."

"And you?"

"I am thinking about your blood," Bella said. "And about the way you looked when you pulled me clear of the Minotaur. Both at once."

She left her hand there a moment, then took it back. Harry watched her walk to the table. The shirt moved over the shape of her ass. The pale skin at the back of her neck showed when her hair shifted.

Daenerys found him near the center. Part of her hair had come loose. It fell across one breast. The fabric pulled when she stopped. She did not pretend she had not noticed him looking.

"Still hoping," she said.

"Still."

"Name it."

"A woman who can end the tournament if she wants. Someone who already knows every rule we have not been told."

Daenerys studied him. "You would still try to win."

"I would."

"Good." She looked at the wall, then back. "None of us are easy. If it is a woman, she will not be either."

"I know."

"You know some of us." Daenerys stepped closer. The heat came with her. Her breasts nearly touched him. "You do not know me yet. Not the way you know the one who marked your arm and the one who left marks on Natasha."

"I know you watched."

"I did." She did not look away. "I will watch again. And when the riddle is finished I will decide what I want from the man who put the beast down after the rest of us failed."

She walked toward Diana. Her ass moved under the clothes. Harry stayed in place. The hall kept moving. Natasha's marked neck was still visible. Lara's hand rested on Natasha's arm. Xena's eyes tracked him. Yennefer had not left the pillar. Katniss checked her bow a third time.

Diana came over. She stood a head taller. Her arms were bare. The muscle showed. Her tits sat high and heavy under the top. The fabric stretched. She looked down at him.

"You have an idea," she said.

"Not a good one."

"Say it."

"Someone who can do anything. Someone who already knows the answer and is waiting."

Diana nodded once. "Then the riddle is not the fight. The fight is what comes after we name it."

"If we name it."

"We will." She looked at Natasha's marks, then at him. "You were busy."

"I was."

"She is still watching you. So are the rest of them." Diana's voice stayed even. "The Minotaur changed how they stand when you walk in. The marks changed it more."

Harry looked around. It was true. Eyes followed him. Some dropped to his chest, then lower, then rose. Bella had not left her spot. Dany stood with her hands behind her back, breasts pushed forward. Natasha's shirt had shifted. One mark showed at the edge. Lara's tits were still visible at her open collar. Xena's leather still pushed hers up. The asses in the room were clear under the clothes: Natasha's heart shape, Bella's under the loose shirt, Dany's firm line, Diana's strong and high.

"The riddle first," Diana said. "Then whatever comes."

She moved off. Harry stayed. The words on the wall had not changed. People kept reading them. Someone asked if it was a creature. Someone else asked if it was a title they had to earn. No one agreed.

Harry walked the edge of the hall. He stopped near Xena. She looked at him, then at the wall.

"Scientist," she said. "In my world that is a man who builds siege engines and then dies when they fail."

"Here it might be different."

"It might." She shifted. The leather moved across her tits. "You hope it is a woman."

"I do."

Xena almost smiled. "Of course you do." She looked at his arm, then at his face. "You put the beast down. That buys you looks. It does not buy you the answer."

"I know."

She went back to watching the wall. Harry moved on. He stopped near Lara and Natasha. Lara's shirt was still open. Her breasts were full. Natasha's marks were clear. Lara looked at him.

"Any ideas?" she asked.

"None that work."

"Same." She glanced at Natasha's neck, then at Harry. "She told me some of it. Not all."

Natasha met his eyes. She did not look away. "The riddle is the problem. Not last night."

"I know."

Lara's ass was round when she turned to say something low to Natasha. Harry left them and kept walking. Yennefer watched him approach. Her hand stayed on her hip. The line of her body was long under the clothes.

"You are hoping it is female," she said.

"I am."

"Most of them are hoping the same. Some of them are hoping it is male so they can watch you fight it." Yennefer looked at the wall. "A scientist of infinite reach. In my world that is a mage who stopped caring about the cost."

"Here it could be anything."

"It could." She studied him. "You finished the Minotaur. That matters. It does not solve words."

Harry nodded and moved on. Katniss stood with her bow. She looked at him when he stopped.

"You think it is a person," she said.

"I think it is a problem we have not seen yet."

"Same." She checked the string again. "If it is a woman, she will have a weapon. They all do."

"I know."

Katniss looked at his arm, then past him at the others. "They are watching you more. Since the pit. Since her." She nodded toward Natasha. "I am watching the wall."

Harry left her and returned to the center. The hall was still loud with theories. Someone said it was a dragon that had learned to speak. Someone else said it was a god who had grown bored. Bella watched him from the table. Dany watched from near Diana. Natasha watched from beside Lara. The bodies in the room were clear. Tits under fabric. Asses under trousers and leather. Eyes that stayed on him longer than they needed to.

The voice returned. "The riddle stands. Name the one and the path opens."

No one spoke a name. The wall stayed the same. People shifted. Some sat on the benches. Some stayed standing. Harry read the words one more time. Scientist of infinite reach. No ceiling. He still hoped it was a woman. The hall was already full of them. Their eyes kept finding him. Their bodies stayed visible. Natasha's marked tits and heart-shaped ass. Bella's high breasts and the cool skin at her throat. Dany's full chest and the heat that came off her when she stood close. Diana's heavy breasts and the height that made her look down. Lara's open collar and round ass. Xena's leather and the firm line under it. The rest watched and waited.

The far wall opened. Stone slid aside. An old man stepped through. His hair was thin. His coat was stained. He looked at the hall, at the women, at Harry. He scratched his chin. A loud burp came out of him. He did not cover his mouth.

"I'm fucking Rick Sanchez," he said.

The hall went still. The old man waited. No one answered. The path behind him stayed open. Harry looked at the man and then at the riddle on the wall. The words had not changed. The old man had.