Chapter Six
When the hurlyburly's done
Harry was wandering the halls thinking, as was his habit lately; everything was moving so fast. The Grangers had engaged a solicitor who was now moving his case through the Mundane courts. The time in the trunk was being well spent and making him spent (hehehe). Well, not really, it was confusing. Ne was a huge supporter of him taking the girls--supporter, hell, she usually came dragging one into the bedroom with her. Harry couldn't figure that out.
Suddenly a strident, nasally voice halted him. "Potty, out without your bitch? Who will protect you?"
Harry turned around and smiled. "Ah, Malfoy, good. I was in need of some entertainment." He snapped his fingers and Malfoy screamed as his scrotum was twisted in an iron grip. "God, shut up, you little fag." Harry waved his left hand and Crabbe and Goyle were stuck to the wall, blinded, deafened, and Obliviated. Malfoy's testes popped as they ruptured and he vomited. "Ewwww, gross, faggot!" Harry stuck him to the ceiling, blinded, deafened, and Obliviated him as well, and continued down the hall, whistling the theme song from the Wizard of Oz.
Harry was two floors and a wing away when the screaming started. Hmmm, Parkinson's in fine voice today; that's a full three octaves.
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Albus Dumbledore bowed his head and sighed. This staff meeting was completely out of control. "Severus! Minerva! Silence!" He glared around the table. "Now Poppy, could you repeat that?"
"Certainly, Albus. We currently have fourteen wizards from all Houses and nine Slytherins in the Hospital Wing or St. Mungo's. The Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and one Hufflepuff have broken limbs. The Slytherins have all had their testes crushed. Some of them will be lucky to survive--they went septic and I don't know if we did the castrations in time; I doubt any of the Slytherins will father children. All of them have been Obliviated--heavily Obliviated."
The staff gasped, the male Professors' knees snapping together, and Severus started again. "It's the bloody Gryffindors! They've ruined the pride of the pure-bloods for a whole generation! I demand they all be expelled and tried!"
"My students have nothing to do with this. Your students have been breaking their arms! Albus, I demand the Slytherins all be questioned under Veritaserum and executed." Minerva upped the ante.
The room erupted again and Albus bowed his head in thought. The students who had been "nutted"--there was no other way to describe it--had all been pure-bloods. His Legilimency told him they had habits of making free with the less-than-pure-blood females in the school or the pure-
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blood females of "lesser" Houses. Nothing unusual there; pure-blood males had always used witches of lesser status to satisfy their urges. It was as it had always been. Obviously someone, probably a witch, had taken offense and was powerful enough to overcome these over-active wizards. She had to be stopped. The wizards were the hope of the future. Witches were for getting children on. The ghosts and paintings were all playing dumb. Oh, they knew something all right, but they wouldn't tell him. Gods, Minerva was strident today! "Minerva!"
"What?" "Please release Severus."
"Certainly, Albus. When you come to your senses we'll talk. By 'come to your senses' I mean when you fire your pet Death Eater and enforce the rules of this school."
Minerva turned on her heel and left after dropping the Head of Slytherin into the fire in a bleeding pile.
While Albus had had his head down, Snape had fired a mildly Dark hex at Minerva. She had shielded and then loosed a ravening storm of magic on Severus, much to his shock. His shield had collapsed and several vicious curses more normally used in an abattoir had connected.
Albus, amazed, watched Minerva drop Severus into the fire. He rose and went to Severus.
Poppy walked over to Snape and Dumbledore. She levitated Snape out of the fire and toed him over. "Oh, quit whining, Snivellus."
Severus writhed on the floor howling, partially flayed. Poppy shook her head and dropped a Portkey on him, sending him off to St. Mungo's.
Albus looked around. "Obviously this will have to be reported to the DMLE."
Pomona Sprout nodded and stood. "Of course, Albus. I think I'll go have a talk with my 'Puff witches."
Filius smiled. "Any chance I can send my 'Claws to you?" Pomona smiled. "Certainly, Filius."
Filius nodded and walked away, troubled. The staff had come to what was essentially warfare. Oh, it was waged in words mostly, but Albus refused to reign in Severus and Minerva refused to let anything go. Severus would most likely die before this was settled--Minerva was far past capable and vicious when provoked--but then again, that would settle it.
HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH The next day Amelia Bones looked at Minerva. "Min, you know we have to do this?" Minerva nodded. "Certainly, Amelia. Memory backed by Veritaserum?"
Amelia smiled. "Yes. So you have nothing to hide?"
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"That poufter Death Eater pet of Albus's attacked me. I did not kill him, merely incapacitated him, Amelia. I'm sick to death of how witches are treated and I'm not having it any more. The rest of the staff's memories other than perhaps Albus's will verify my story."
Amelia nodded. "I have to talk to Susan while I'm here, Minerva. She's entered a service agreement with a wizard."
"That's exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about! Albus has allowed that despicable tradition to resurface with all these concessions to the 'pure-bloods'. That's what we get for having a poufter who doesn't care about witches as Headmaster."
Amelia, taken slightly aback, nodded. "Well, let's get you DONE and then if you would, you can accompany me while I talk to her and my Aurors will do the rest of the staff."
As Minerva was interviewed, Amelia contemplated what she had said. It was becoming difficult for all but the most powerful witches to be their own women. Maybe this run of crushed nuts would teach the pure-bloods.
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Susan caught up with Harry after Herbology and pulled him into the night-flowering-plants greenhouse. She shut the door and dropped to her knees. "I can't wait, Harry." She pantsed him and locked onto his hardening cock, nursing like a calf.
Hermione smirked. "You're rather addictive, Harry. I think we should shag them all." "Hermione!"
"What, Harry? They'll never stop sucking your cock if you don't. Oh, I see--you like having them on their knees like this little slut. Let's see if she likes it." Hermione squatted beside Susan and opened her robe. "Oh yes, look, Harry--the slut's nipples could cut glass."
Susan moaned and Harry grunted at the vibration. Hermione stuck her hand down the front of Susan's robes. "God, Harry, the slut is sopping wet. Pull her off and stuff your cock in her--blast a baby into her belly."
Susan's low, tearing groan as Hermione fingered her to a quick orgasm was all Harry could take and he came with a shout. Hermione let Susan swallow twice and then pulled her off of Harry and cleaned him up with her own mouth.
Susan lay recovering where she had fallen over and grinned up at Hermione. "Morgana, you are such a bitch! Thank you."
Hermione smiled around Harry's cock. The other girls in their year who had followed them into the greenhouse laughed. They had already had the Mistress Hermione, Queen Bitch treatment. It was horrifyingly erotic having her use you while you sucked her wizard off. Her cleaning him up afterward took all the sting out of it--well, that and her apologizing to you later. The little bushy headed bookworm had an amazing tongue and ability to absorb punishment.
Parvati and Lavender had amended their agreements and Harry had shagged them each after he did Hermione, which had been amazing. Hermione, the kinky little witch, had seduced Harry into
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shagging her on the silk rug in front of the hearth in the sitting room of the trunk mansion with all of them watching. She had focused Harry so tightly on her that he had apparently forgotten they were in the room. They actually heard her cherry pop. Harry had then loved her into some kind of loop of orgasms with him. They were a sweaty, sticky, jubilant, exhausted mess at the end.
Now he used his broom to fly to their window after they came back from the trunk every night. Hermione and he were shagging every night now that she was on the potion.
Hermione held first Parvati and then Lavender down after they re-swore, and Harry shagged them bowlegged. It was insanely erotic having Hermione have Harry shag them with their dorm room door unlocked, or even occasionally open. Neither of the pure-blood girls had had their periods and so were not on the potion yet, but they ran ovulation detection charms on themselves every night. There was no telling when Mistress Hermione would bind them to their beds and have her wizard shag them, or in Parvati's case sit on their face while Harry shagged them stupid. Lavender hadn't agreed to that. Parvati had leapt at the opportunity.
Lavender was getting more and more jealous, though, and Parvati thought she would break any day now. When she did, Parvati intended to have her witch-witch cherry. Hermione wasn't getting that! This little Mistress Hermione routine that she had fallen into was fun and all, but Parvati had too much time invested in Lavender. They had gone to primary school together, for Shiva's sake!
The rest of the witches had not gone that far, but several were contemplating it. They had all, however, sucked Harry off multiple times and he nosed into their folds whenever they let him. Harry wasn't much of a breast, leg, or ass man but he was fascinated with their sex and appreciated a healthy girl, as much as she would let him. It was shattering.
Harry fully lived up to his part of the bargain, hurting wizard after wizard and crushing the nuts of Daphne's and Tracey's nine attempted rapists. Somehow--the witches couldn't figure it out and Hermione was incensed as Apparation was supposed to be impossible inside Hogwarts--their service contracts let Harry come to them no matter where they were. The upper year Slytherin males were paying a heavy price.
Daphne and Tracey, being complete Slytherins, had egged on the Slytherins who were bothering their witch housemates into attempting to rape them; then Harry would appear, crush their nuts somehow, and leave in the wink of an eye. They were the undisputed Queens of Slytherin and had their private covens of housemates lined up on their knees for Harry at any opportunity. Eliza laughed herself into hiccups over it the first time it happened and then started her own coven; couldn't let the ickle firsties steal a march.
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Amelia watched with Minerva as the group entered. Susan's eyes were slightly glazed and her cheeks were flushed. Amelia huffed. Sucking cock between classes! Morgana! They probably think this is new, too. "Min, who is that wizard?"
Minerva looked at the group. "That's Harry Potter, James and Lily's boy. Top of his class, he's one of my first years. Why?"
Amelia glared at Minerva. "Look at them, Min! It's obvious who Susan's contract of service is with. He's all but running down her chin. We need to speak with those witches, and that wizard, now!"
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Minerva started. Could she really have missed this? All the hullabaloo about the vaunted Squib- Who-Lived! Minerva! Get control of yourself. Don't repeat derogatory nicknames started by Snape, of all people. 'S true, though, the boy is hopeless. Why Albus is so interested in him I don't know. It had to be a fluke, him killing the Dark Lord, and Harry and Hermione's obviously torrid affair has blinded you. "Amelia! Language! Children, come here, please."
Harry had seen his favorite Professor on the stairs and was already looking at her and smiling. He led the group to her. "Yes, Professor?"
"Follow me, please." Minerva led them to the second floor and an empty classroom. She indicated seats for them and Amelia secured the room.
Amelia came and stood beside Minerva. "Susan, are you in a service agreement with Mr. Potter?" Hermione answered. "Susan is in a service agreement with House Potter." Amelia's head snapped to Hermione. "Susan can speak for herself, young lady."
Daphne and Tracey had prepared them for this. They had requested copies of the Potters' will from the Chief Goblin at Gringotts and then, on reading the will and its provisions, they had requested the Potter signet. Harry was wearing it now. Hermione, after Harry had taken her virginity, had requested the matriarch's signet and they had all watched as Harry made love to her and put the ring on her. It had accepted her immediately. They hadn't investigated the other wills yet, but that was next on the agenda now that they had found out about them. Hermione was at least the Duchess Potter now, in all the ways that mattered.
The last two and a half weeks had been spent in constant study of the Potter Line, defensive magic, pure-blood custom, and wizarding culture from six in the morning to eleven at night. Well, when Harry wasn't buried in her belly or someone's mouth, or they weren't in class, doing physical training, or at Quidditch practice. It seemed she couldn't go a day without him inside her. The other witches weren't far behind. Harry was exhausted every night and slept like a baby in Hermione's arms from the time they went to sleep after making love or using Lavender and Parvati until he was woken by Hermione and sent back to his tower at five-thirty.
"Actually she can't speak on this matter, Madam Bones. I can, as her Mistress."
"Amelia!" Minerva conjured a fainting couch and lowered the Director of the DMLE onto it. She sat at the foot.
Daphne looked at Tracey and smirked. Amelia regained her wits. "What recompense, Duchess Potter?"
"Duchess Potter? Excuse me, Amelia, but this is Hermione Granger." Minerva was confused, but a horrible feeling was penetrating her mind.
Amelia chuckled. "And you a pure-blood, Minerva. Where is your mind? What has Dumbledore been doing to you?
"She may have entered school as Hermione Granger, but unless I am severely mistaken only the Potter Matriarch could write and receive a House Service contract. Isn't that correct, Lady Greengrass?"
Amelia smiled grimly and lowered Minerva into her position on the couch as she stood. "So how many, Duchess Potter?"
"Nineteen full time, Madam Bones, here at school. Of course some of those have their own covens; we haven't restricted them."
"And the level of contract services, if I might enquire?"
Hermione blushed and Daphne laid a hand on her shoulder. Hermione nodded and responded, "All are open-ended, Madam Bones. The witches decide what they're ready for."
Amelia was amazed. "Duke Potter makes no demands?"
Susan pouted. "No! It's terrible, Auntie. He won't push at all! He hardly wants anyone but Hermione. We have to take the lead."
"Have you ever thought that might mean he doesn't require or want anything from you, Susan? You could have made other arrangements." Amelia looked around at the reddening faces. "You didn't want to, did you? Did you even bother to ask Harry, or did you just use him?" Now the faces were shocked and then thoughtful.
Harry stepped in. "They did ask; in fact we researched and discussed it thoroughly. I agreed to it, Madam Bones."
Amelia nodded as Minerva gathered herself, though she flinched at every new revelation. "All first years, Duchess Potter?"
"Please call me Hermione, Madam Bones. No, one seventh year and others across the other years."
Amelia smiled at Hermione. "If you'll call me Amelia. So this seventh year--she must be a crackerjack at defense. And you, Duke Potter, must be a powerhouse. Much more power than the average wizard--hell, even than most powerful wizards, or you wouldn't have been able to emasculate those Slytherins. Their magic will naturally try to protect their ability to procreate. That knotwork Susan is wearing is your sigil, no doubt, since I see it on Lady Greengrass too."
Harry shrugged. "I wondered why it was so hard. It was easier to do to that boy in the neighborhood; thought I was losing my touch, Madam Bones." Harry grinned at her. "Errrh...oops?"
Minerva had heard enough. "Mr. Potter! Are you telling me you emasculated nine Slytherin house members on purpose? You broke those other students' arms, too, didn't you? Broke? Hell, turned the bones to powder! Poppy had to send some of them to St. Mungo's."
Harry shrugged again. "Yes, the Slytherin were attempting to rape Daphne or Tracey, who were both wearing my sigil. It was fully functional and they had both recently completed their obligation, within the preceding two days anyway. The Slytherins knew they were claimed. They were warned by Daphne and Tracey, and I warned them at least once. What Madam Pomfrey apparently refused to relay was the number of injuries she's treated. All of those Slytherins were warned verbally once, stopped physically once, and finally emasculated. I would have been within my rights to kill them.
"The other House members were warned twice. The witches they attempted to fondle met the same
conditions as Daphne and Tracey. The third time I stopped them. The wizards should keep their hands and other body parts to themselves."
Minerva was stunned. How powerful must Potter be? What? Minerva! What are you doing? He talked about being within his rights to kill them! Hush you, they're rapists! Shhhh, listen.
While Minerva was having an internal conversation with her obviously suffering-from-multiple- personality-disorder inner voice, Amelia had narrowed her eyes. "So, Your Grace, it is your contention that you were protecting your chattel?"
"I prefer vassals, Madam Bones, and please call me Harry."
The witches were all looking at Harry proudly. He considered them not property but people. Amelia and Minerva, who was adjusting again rapidly now, smiled along with them. Amelia nodded. "Very nice, Harry. Would you be willing to provide a memory of each event? Just for full verification, Your Grace, and only because I don't want to use Veritaserum on one so young. There's a storm brewing over what has been happening here at Hogwarts. If I can say that this is an old pure-blood House handling its business, then the pure-bloods on the Wizengamot will be hoist with their own petard."
Harry smiled; he liked this idea. "Certainly, Amelia; you should be able to use Veritaserum on the seventh year Slytherin and Gryffindor for corroboration. They're Obliviated, though. I'll show you the events leading up to the incidents. They should be able to provide details that match."
Amelia nodded. "Fifth year and above should be able to stand the Veritaserum, I think. Let me show you how to collect the memories, Harry, and please give me the whole memory."
While Amelia worked with Harry, Minerva approached Hermione. "Hermione--beg pardon, Your Grace--Lady? Potter--"
"Hermione is fine, Professor." Minerva nodded. "Thank you. Harry didn't, erm...well...." "Pressure me to have sex?" Minerva blushed. "Yes."
Hermione smiled. "I practically raped him in the girls' loo on this floor. He came looking for me Halloween day to comfort me after Longbottom and Weasley insulted me horribly. We told you that--or rather, of that, not the details. I don't know why, but I saw him on the platform and then met him on the train and I was a goner. I was so glad it was Harry who came to that loo, I just lost control." She blushed.
Minerva smiled gently. "I guess it was really too late for the talk, then?"
Hermione laughed. "We have sex education in primary school in the Mundane world. My mother gave me the 'talk' before I left home. We've DONE extensive research on the possibilities--and yes, Harry and I have explored every possibility." Minerva looked down and saw the Potter Matriarch's ring on Hermione's right ring finger. She was amazed. "I can see the ring now."
Daphne nodded excitedly. "Just like the family book says. You know who they are and mean them
no harm, so you can see it!"
Amelia looked up from where Harry was extracting memories and placing them in conjured crystal jars. "How many of you have read that book?" she asked sharply.
Hannah Abbot suddenly flushed. "All of us. I thought that was odd."
Minerva shook her head. "Maybe not. If Harry read it first, it probably knows he considers you family or you wouldn't have been able to read it." She didn't say what they all obviously knew; there was another possible explanation but the contracts should have prevented it from being permanent.
The witches looked at Harry, who was blushing now under their glowing looks. "What? Leave me alone...."
Hermione shook her head. "Too late for that, Harry." Harry put his head down on the desk. His neck and ears were glowing.
Minerva smiled. "Hermione, I will go over the rules for Noble houses from the charter. I will give you a digest of them. Please try to keep your activities as a married couple under cover. Albus-- erm, the Headmaster will be back soon and I can't tell you how he might react to this. He only has attention for Mr. Longbottom."
"If possible, Minerva, I would like a full copy of the rules as well as the digest."
The young witches all nodded. "You do know we aren't the only house with witches under contract here, don't you, Minerva?" Hermione asked.
"I suspect that even if that's true you're the only one with less than 'pure-bloods' under contract. Also the ones I know of are family to family, not head of house to witch. The witches involved are under marriage contracts and normally wait much later than first year to start...erm, well...to be active with their affianced. You must be very careful, Hermione. Multiple marriages are legal in the wizarding world and Harry is a rare prize. The Potters are a fabulously wealthy old family." Minerva looked directly into Hermione's eyes. "There will be more than a little jealousy if this should get out."
Su Li agreed. "Cho Chang will move to be included, which will bring the pack of witches she's in with her. They're currently informally serving the pack leader and occasionally her current boyfriend. Only manually, though, and with no contact with the sperm of the wizard of the day, at least no internal contact. She's tried to get me to join them."
Harry shrugged. "Hermione can deal with them however she wants. If they try to hurt her or supplant her, I'll act." He was through giving Amelia memories.
Harry got dogpiled. Amelia laughed as Minerva threw up her hands and wrote them a note to excuse them from class.
Minerva walked Amelia out. "What keeps me from telling Albus about this, Amelia?"
"You know the answer, Minerva. You are pure-blood. They let you in. Now only Harry can let you tell. I doubt he will. I don't get the impression he thinks too much of Albus."
"Phhht. Albus placed him with those Muggles, Amelia, over my protest." Amelia got a crafty gleam in her eye. "Did he really?" She nodded to Minerva and walked away, whistling a jaunty aire.
Minerva grimaced; that didn't bode well for Albus. A witch didn't get to be top of the DMLE without knowing how to work things. Amelia would have enough material to blackmail Albus into anything in another week.
HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH Fourth Saturday in November "Well damn, Daphne, why didn't you say? And all the girls help you?" "Yes, Harry."
"So you're reinvesting the money and paying them a wage, right?" "Uh...well no, Harry. We're just holding the money besides the operating capital."
Harry rubbed his hand through his hair and looked at Daphne. "Okay, we're going to open bank accounts for all the girls. They'll be paid a wage for time spent filling orders and if we sell things they develop they'll be paid a percentage of the profit. We'll also pay a wage for producing items. You all work it out."
Daphne smiled. "Fine, Harry, and thank you."
Harry shook his head. "You're all smart girls. Don't wait for me--work out this kind of stuff with each other. If I don't like it I'll talk to you all about it, but I still only get one vote."
Daphne pecked Harry on the cheek from her position in his lap.
Meanwhile Susan was reading a letter from her Aunt. "Harry, Aunt Amelia says we're clear in the Wizengamot. As long as we or you are acting in defense of ourselves, or in your case of us, and as long as you don't kill the perpetrator intentionally, it's fine. You may owe some wergild, though.
"Apparently if they discover who did this they can challenge you to a duel, or if they're minors their parents can--hmm, head of house maybe since you're a head."
Tracey suddenly lit up. "Malfoy! You can take Malfoy, the whole house!"
Hermione spluttered, "Harry fight a duel with a grown wizard? I think not!"
Tracey pouted and Eliza cleared her throat. "Hermione, there's considerable turmoil in Slytherin right now. The scions of the Death Eater supporters have been emasculated. Those houses don't have 'spares', as it were, for a variety of reasons."
Daphne snorted. "Mostly that the heads are closeted homosexual misogynists."
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Eliza continued, "Yes, well, be that as it may, we have an opportunity here. It can be exploited through line theft, Harry impregnating the matriarchs or the primary daughter of each line, or there's the possibility of Harry eliminating the heads and thereby taking the houses.
"In Riddle's first rise Malfoy was the financier for him. Wars are won with money.
"Harry could beat Malfoy in a duel, or he could simply kill him and use Narcissa Malfoy and cast the servus secus curse on her, enslaving her."
Harry was amazed. It was like he wasn't even in the room. "Uh, not to put my foot down too harshly, but HAVE YOU ALL LOST YOUR MINDS? I have no intention of stealing anyone's line or taking over any other houses."
Tracey looked at Harry quite calmly. "Well, that's too bad, because Pansy came to me to enter into service. It seems that your emasculating Draco ruined her and her family's plans and now they say you owe her. She'll marry Draco but you will impregnate her as many times as she desires or you'll have to duel the Parkinson head. Don't ask me how they figured it out, and I neither confirmed nor denied anything, but this is pure-blood politics at its basest level.
"If you don't either agree to their demands or duel, they'll shop this information out for a price and you'll be forced to duel all of these families' heads."
Harry stood up, placing Daphne on the couch, and walked out.
Emma put her hand on Hermione's shoulder and held her in her seat. "Let him go, Hermione. He needs to decide what to do. We'll have to talk about this again and again, I think."
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Sunday 8 December 1991
Harry walked the darkened halls after yet another row. This one had involved Remus, Minerva, Amelia, the Grangers, and his own parents too. It was unfair of the girls to go to the adults with this, but Pansy fucking Parkinson was negotiating sharply from a position of strength. The bitch! Harry personally felt she should be treated like any other bully: shown that she was not the most powerful person here; but apparently the politics of the situation precluded that, or limited Harry to seducing her into submission, and the very thought made him retch. They wouldn't let him beat her ass like he wanted to.
Now the adults were turning on him too. Amelia had as much as endorsed the duel-with-Malfoy plan. After the practice duels with her and Remus she was convinced Harry could win, as was Remus. They had been beaten badly the first three times by what they called Harry's "controlled wild magic", but now they were beginning to understand how it worked and were fighting back. Amelia was convinced that Harry could win against any adult opponent the first time he dueled them. They just had to arrange the duel so that even if Harry left the other party alive they would be proscribed from harming him or his interests ever again. Her preference was for him to leave them dead.
Harry, having taken a lesson and now DONE his reading, was not convinced that winning wouldn't open more of these cans of worms. House Malfoy had agreements with Dark-oriented families across Europe that were a matter of public record. If Harry won the house, not only would he have a thirty-eight-year-old matriarch to satisfy but he would have all these contractual obligations.
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There was no way to know how many obligations the house had that were not on public record. He was simply not prepared to deal with this. Narcissa was good enough looking, but from all reports she was a bitter shrew with an acerbic tongue and she was old--well, thirty-eight anyway.
On the bright side, Amelia was able to docket a trial for Sirius that had flown completely under the radar because she had used his prisoner number rather than his name and scheduled trials for several numbered prisoners at the same time.
Harry's efforts to slow the world down were a shambles. The only good things lately were the girls and these walks. Amazingly Harry had not rowed with the girls; sure, they'd had some spirited discussions, but not really rows. Somehow it was only the adults he rowed with. Of course it probably helped that he was pleasuring the girls as much as he possibly could. Making the girls come was Harry's favorite thing in the world; it was such a rush! Hermione being a complete submissive with him and a dominatrix with the other girls and then apologizing profusely and letting them use her was surprising and sometimes amusing, but everyone seemed happy with the arrangement.
Harry's feet carried him down a long-disused corridor and he turned into a room just to see what was there. He approached the huge mirror and looked at the writing around it. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." Harry laughed; someone was having a laugh. "Ishow no tyo urfac ebu tyo urhe arts desirE--I show not your face but your heart's desire," indeed! What simpleton had thought that up?
Harry approached the mirror and was fascinated. He saw himself, obviously older, standing with an obviously older Hermione who was hot as a fresh-fucked fox in a forest fire by the way, surrounded by kids. Harry watched mirror-Harry and -Hermione pursue the very active kids all over the inside of the mirror. One of them carried a rough red stone the size of a ping-pong ball and leading a merry chase.
Harry laughed as he watched and the sound seemed to attract the little rascal, who charged the glass from his side and held out the stone. Harry automatically reached out his hand and staggered back in shock when he grasped the stone and it came free of the mirror. The image in the mirror faded and Harry was left standing there rubbing his head.
The stone he now held was obviously massively magical. The girls would be interested in this. Hmmmm. Harry thought for a moment and looked around the room. He picked up a piece of chalk from near the slate on the front wall of the classroom and concentrated. He took the resulting look- alike stone and walked back to the mirror, where he put it against the surface and concentrated again. The stone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by a smiling, bushy-haired, green-eyed little nymph who gave him a wink and raced away into the depths of the mirror.
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Harry flew over to Hermione's window and then through it as the window opened. He dismounted his broom and kissed Parvati as a thank-you for opening the window. She giggled. Harry smiled and tried to drag her to Hermione's bed but Parvati slipped away. Harry shrugged and crawled into the bed. Hermione opened her arms and Harry rolled onto her and kissed her thoroughly. She smiled and spread her legs and Harry slipped right between them. Hermione wriggled until Harry
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was lined up with her center and then he pushed hard. He was completely buried in her in one push. Harry stroked into her hot, wet, velvet tightness and just as she came Hermione sat up from the floor beside her bed and asked, "Harry?"
It was too late and Harry shouted in mingled fear and passion as he spilled into the Hermione under him. He leapt from the bed, holding his heart, as Nym appeared in the bed. She dragged Hermione into bed with her and buried her face in the real Hermione's folds, presenting her backside to Harry. Hermione giggled and Harry growled and rammed himself into Nym from behind while he slapped her ass. "Little witch."
Nym came again and groaned. "Harry, don't come in her." "What? Why, Hermione?"
Harry waited patiently as Hermione grunted out an orgasm and pushed Nym away. Harry knew immediately why she hadn't wanted him to come in Nym. "Hermione, that's terrible! She's hanging on the edge!"
Hermione leaned up, huffed, and pulled Harry to her. As he slid in she smiled. "She's had two. Nym can clean you off. Now fill me up, lover."
Harry moved to turn his head and look for Nym. Nym laughed and turned him to face Hermione. "Hurry, Harry."
Harry grunted and pounded into Hermione while at the same time he spun and pulled Nym down and her legs open. He latched onto her clit and tongued her through orgasm after orgasm. Hermione smiled and held Nym down as best she could. Lavender and Parvati laughed and came to help. Poor Nym soon had a girl latched onto each nipple, Harry licking and nibbling her clit, and Hermione trying to get a fist into her.
Hermione was suddenly reminded that she had other things going on when Harry dragged across her G-spot at an odd angle and then pushed back in hard and right on the button, so to speak. She clenched and howled, punching out with her arm. Nym howled as Hermione's small curled hand penetrated her, and Hermione forced her arm inside Nym nearly to the elbow. Nym convulsed, clamping down on Hermione's arm, and bucked her way through a muscle-pulling orgasm. Harry pumped rope after rope into Hermione.
Before the girls had gathered their wits Nym pushed Parvati and Lavender off and disengaged from Hermione's arm. She rolled Harry onto his back and rammed him down her throat. Harry groaned as his cock got the dry heaves in an odd kind of male multiple orgasm. Parvati dove between Nym's legs, and Lavender, finally throwing it all in, dove between Hermione's.
Thank the gods it was Friday night. They managed to go unnoticed as all the Gryffindor first year girls were there. It was their night on the schedule. Nym was a seventh year Ravenclaw and had her roommates in her own little three-person coven, and Harry's roommates thought he was gone for Quidditch. Even then they only thought as much because Neville was still making a stink about not being on the starting team and them practicing without him.
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Hermione regained consciousness first and woke the others in a blind panic; daylight was streaming in the windows. Nym groaned and laughed and then groaned some more. Harry woke, dressed, took his broom, and jumped out the window. The shot of cold air fully woke first him and then the witches.
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Harry flew down to the dressing rooms; it was nine in the morning. Alicia, Angelina, Katie, Fred, and George were waiting for him. Katie smiled, kissed his cheek, sniffed him, and whispered, "Me next, Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes. Oliver strolled up to the group. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's dress and practice. Where are the reserves? Ravenclaw has the pitch this afternoon."
Alicia sighed. "Oliver, you wanted this practice to be starters only. You said so yesterday." HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH
Up in the dorms the girls helped Nym to the shower, as she could hardly walk. The three first years weren't much better off as Harry had shagged them all last night, working off his aggressions multiple times. Gods, it had been wonderful. The shower got them somewhat mobile. They wandered off to breakfast, Nym morphed to a random first year-sized witch until they got out of the portrait hole. The older Gryffindor witches watched, knowing that that was an extra first year, and said nothing. They knew what was going on from Hermione and would carry the secret to their graves. Harry had made the wizards very respectful of witches; he deserved all the thanks he could get. Besides, if they kept their mouths shut then Hermione might let them get some from Harry if they ever needed it.
While Harry was at practice the witches just managed to catch breakfast. They all squirreled away fruit for him. Padma and the rest joined them and Padma hooked a plate of biscuits into her bag.
Morag looked at Hermione. "So Harry is going home with you on the twenty-third, Hermione, and the plan is for you and him to visit a different one of our homes every day?"
Hermione nodded quickly. "Fortunately Amelia has gotten my Floo hooked up, and the Patils are twins so we can do their parents at the same time on Christmas Day. For the rest of the time we can use the trunks. So it's like this schedule says." Hermione handed out pieces of parchment.
Padma giggled. "Father will be mad, but Mother will appreciate being DONE by Harry. Come to think of it, you're very talented, Hermione--Father? will probably like being DONE by you."
Hermione blushed and rolled her eyes. "Padma!" She leant forward and whispered, "Only one male gets in here."
Padma snickered. "You're definitely not the girl who got on that train in September. Besides, Daddy isn't a pedophile." She looked at the parchment.
Nym barked, "Hey, I resemble that remark!" As Padma looked, the others laughed but Nym frowned. It was a valid issue.
23 Dec Lavender Brown six p.m. 24 Dec Katie Bell four p.m.
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24 Dec Emma Cadwallader six p.m. 25 Dec The Patils two p.m 26 Dec Hanna Abbot two p.m 26 Dec Kristen Thomas six p.m.
27 Dec Megan Jones two p.m 27 Dec Eliza Mcnair six p.m. 28 Dec Susan Bones two p.m 29 Dec Su Li four p.m
30 Dec Morag McDougal? two p.m 31 Dec Mandy Brocklehurst two p.m 1 Jan Lisa Turpin two p.m 2 Jan Nym Tonks two p.m
3 Jan Millie Bulstrode two p.m 4 Jan Tracey Davis two p.m 5 Jan Daphne Greengrass four p.m
"If we need to make any changes to the times, let me know as soon as you can."
The witches looked over the schedule somewhat uneasily. Megan finally introduced the elephant in the room. "Aunt Gwenog is going to go spare, twice--first that this is necessary, and second that I've entered into service with the youngest Seeker in a hundred years. She's going to want contracts for the Harpies just so they can keep the witch babies."
The group sat for a moment and then Nym snorted. "Yeah, well at least you won't have to defend yourself for being a pedophile."
The chuckles started slow but soon they were all laughing uproariously, even Nym this time.
Hermione was lost in thought. Megan had brought this up before and something about it had tickled Hermione's memory. Suddenly the memory exploded across her consciousness and she let out a woof of air. "Artificial insemination--we can use artificial insemination on Narcissa Malfoy and she can have a cover wizard after Harry takes care of Lucius. We'll put her under a contract."
Eliza waved a silencing dome into place. "If she would agree, and that won't solve our problem with Parkinson."
"But it will, Eliza. Parkinson can have Draco and a baby. We can use it on her too." Emma objected. "You'll never get Harry to agree to this, Hermione. Those will be his children."
"It's all in how we write the contracts, Emma. They have to be structured to protect the children at all costs. We'll get to work on them."
Emma rolled her eyes at Hermione but this did have a slight chance of working. It was a gold- plated cinch that Harry wasn't going to shag Pansy. He hated her. Narcissa Malfoy could probably have him but Harry would kill her when she moved against Hermione, which she surely would.
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Down at the Quidditch pitch Katie had Harry up against the wall of the witches' shower with his cock buried in her throat. Angelina shouted, "Oi, get a room!"
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Katie pulled her head back and held Harry with both hands. "Sod off, Johnson. Perk of being on the team with him. I get him after practice."
Alicia snorted. "No wonder you've never complained about Ollie's insane practice schedule." She watched as Katie took Harry all the way down her throat again. "Morgana, Potter, you could have a career in porn easy. You didn't flag a bit when we walked in."
Harry smiled. "And how could I? Katie is great at this." Angelina snorted. "You'd better pay attention to her, Harry, or she'll bite you."
Harry grinned and grabbed Katie's head. He took three full strokes and then pulled her up, spun her around, and shoved his cock into her and released. Katie wriggled and purred.
Alicia stood openmouthed for a moment. "You're shagging them? All of them? Little blighter, you could have said! You could have too, stingy bint."
Angelina nodded. Katie laughed at her friends. "See Hermione--she'll sign you up. Or-" she turned and stroked Harry a few times-- "Harry can just shag you now and you can take your chances."
Alicia shook her head. "Oh, hell no. I'll sign up and get on the potion if I want some. No way the little blighter doesn't knock me up, powerful as he is. In fact I'll sign up anyway; I'm tired of all the Gryffindor girls getting laid and me going dry. My fucking fingers are sore."
Angelina nodded and kept watching as Harry pulled Katie to the floor and buried his face in her folds. They had absolutely no shame, and Harry knew his way around a pussy.
Oliver, Fred, and George looked at each other and shook their heads. They had heard everything through the curtain. Oliver said, "Odd; witches generally go after older wizards."
George shrugged. "Potter is their muscle. I saw him 'disciplining' a seventh year Ravenclaw. I'll not cross them or him."
Neville, who had just come in, growled, "He's nothing special."
Ron glared at him. "Oh yeah? He beat me and you up and stuck you over the mantle like a Hippogriff head. It took him to get you back down, even McGonagall? couldn't do it. The only thing you get from witches is insults, but he's nothing special--I can see your point."
Neville fled, near tears. Dumbledore had to pay more attention to him and less to politics! HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH
The group in the Great Hall had by now gathered themselves and headed off to their favorite empty classroom on the west side of the fourth floor. One whole wall of it was windows. Daphne looked at Hermione. "You sent those books to your parents?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, Professor McGonagall? had to go talk to them. They were, like, going mad. Dad flipped all the way out and Mum--I don't know, she's oddly quiet about it all. She asked a few questions, sent an anxious letter, and then that was it. Wizarding law apparently has them boggled, but the solicitor they engaged practices both sides and he's confident Harry will be ours in the Muggle world soon."
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Su asked, "Harry is still staying at your house at Christmas, though?" Hermione nodded and Su continued, "And his girls from the neighborhood are coming over still?" "Yes, or we're visiting them." Mandy frowned. "He's going to shag them all now that he's trained to it."
Millie shook her head. "Some, perhaps, but not all. Some of them aren't ready and some of them don't think of him that way. Remember, it's not like with us. The Muggles don't need his sperm in them to reinforce the claim. Hell, even most of us aren't ready to go all the way with him yet; some of us never will be."
Lisa Turpin snorted. "Yeah, right, I've seen him eyeing you up. One of these days you'll be sucking his cock and find yourself with a belly full. We know you want him, and he obviously won't turn you down. You need to raise your self-esteem, Millie, make it match those magnificent breasts of yours."
Millicent Bulstrode smiled shyly and blushed furiously. Harry was never shy with that roving eye of his.
Morag's brogue got their attention. "Uncle Angus has been keeping an eye out around Little Whinging. The Squib girls have packed up and are doing fine, just like they say. The police and the teachers are watching, too. They don't trust that Dursley's gang has gone. Harry has such a reputation and the boys know he'll be back for the hols Uncle Angus thinks it won't be a problem." Morag's "Uncle" Angus was a Squib who worked for the police. He had made some enquiries for her father, his cousin.
Millie laughed. "I can see that he would. That nut-crushing trick of his is a potent reminder. Parkinson is packed up in Slytherin. She supposedly shagged Audrey Nott's boyfriend the other day. The stupid bint was proud of it."
Daphne's bright laugh filled the corridor. "Like she had a choice. She made it sound like it was all special and fun. I heard he threw her on a table in the common room and buggered her."
Hermione gasped. "That's horrible!"
Tracey looked at her. "Hermione, you've offered a place to every girl in the school and Harry has eliminated the rapists. It was her choice not to enter a service contract with Harry. She went the traditional way, trying to bargain on her own--and cut you out, by the way. Stupid bint won't take the potion, either. That's why Carmichael buggered her. He doesn't want to get a child on her and be saddled with her. Those are creepy though, all of them, the old inner circle Death Eater families. They want to turn the clock back to the Dark Ages. I don't know why a witch would run with them."
Eliza snorted. "Besides, it's a lie; Geoffrey Carmichael is Audrey's cover. Audrey isn't a Death Eater candidate, by the way. She hates her father with a passion. The only reason Geoffrey got hard was that Parkinson looks so much like a boy from behind. He faked it, but Parkinson squealed like a pig and cried like a baby when he stuffed his hard-on between her and the table top. Geoffrey used her crying to convince everyone he'd buggered her. I was there. Audrey's one of mine."
Nymphadora chimed in as they found seats in their reading room. "You know, Harry just scraped off the gross bad actors. Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecomb had a problem with a Ravenclaw wizard not knowing that no means no the other day. They handled it, but nobody should let their guard down."
The witches nodded. "Speaking of which, are you doing the Hogsmeade run, Nym, and if so, with who?"
"Marie Felix and Sheldon Price, Hermione, two Ravenclaw seventh years I've run with since first year. Marie owns Sheldon and I'm more adept than her, so I'm safe. She's one of mine."
Hermione nodded and smiled. "Good, glad to see you getting your witches out to play, Nym." Nym hugged her. "You're such a good little mother." The witches laughed at the blushing Hermione. HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH
In another part of the castle Albus Dumbledore looked sadly at the shimmering fabric in his hands and wondered how he had come to the point where he was contemplating stealing from an orphan, as Fawkes sang a somber song.
That fateful Halloween all those years ago had brought the plans of a lifetime to a halt. The Potters warning the Longbottoms that night was the only good thing that had happened. Them being killed and leaving their son an orphan was the least of the bad things that had happened. Their boy Harry had been disfigured with that lightning bolt scar, Alice had been Crucioed to near insanity, Frank had had a leg blasted off, and little Neville had "LV" carved into his chest amid the other scars from who knew what ritual Tom had been trying to do.
Little Neville was a sanctimonious near-Squib who fell back on his fame at every opportunity and had just proved yet again that he could not make friends. Having apparently lost Weasley, he had come in here bitching about Potter and the witches. He should be getting close to Potter and learning. Now there was a young wizard on the rise who knew how to use witches, if Dumbledore was any judge. Why, just the other day he had seen Potter in a disused classroom with three fifth years on their knees in front of him. That boy had taken up the traditions well. Too bad he was so fascinated with witches. Albus shuddered; the things were so needy!
Albus sighed. If he hadn't interceded the Hat would have refused to sort the Longbottom boy, claiming he was a weakling and a Squib. As it was, even with all he'd been able to do over the years and years of private tutors, the boy was near hopeless. All the teachers agreed. Severus had had to be disciplined very harshly after he made the boy wet himself on the first day of class, and still the boy pissed himself occasionally in that class.
The Malfoy wizard had grown into the perfect foil against which to sharpen the Boy-Who-Lived?, just as planned. Powerful, for a child, mean-spirited; until Potter nutted him he was perfect. Bah, Potter! One of those pure-blood bitches, Greengrass probably, had made the connection and knew he was worth millions and had moved to establish herself. It had gotten away from her, though, and the Muggle-born Granger owned the boy. Those other little bitches just flocked to him for protection, probably, because Granger surely wouldn't let him shag them. Muggles and their morals! So for a little cocksucking the cunts got a free ride. Granger would get Potter's fortune, though. Hehehe, teach the little Greengrass slag to play grown-up games. Oh what a tangled web
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we weave when we don't really know how to manipulate the sheep. Hmm, a few favors for Granger and he could have some of that fortune. Well, that was for later; just keep an eye on the witch for now and figure out what she would respond to best.
Albus, feeling better after his rant and beginning to plan to get a hold on the Potter fortune, folded the Invisibility Cloak and wrapped it up with the note for delivery later. He would have Fawkes take it to its owner on Christmas since he had been unable to convince little Neville to stay for Christmas and Alice had sent him that Howler.
Hmmm, the Mirror would have to be installed in its final place later too, after the boy had seen it after the holidays. No problem. A small delay, that's all, and now that he finally had the stone from that bastard Nicholas, time was immaterial. Too bad he couldn't have gotten it a hundred years ago when they first met, but no matter. He could buy some witch from the Balkans to father some children on after a little de-aging. He would use some glamours to cover his younger features for a while and the witch could raise his heirs while he went about wizard's business. Speaking of which, Severus was free today, now where was that brandy? Severus was so much better after a snifter or two.
Fawkes squawked discordantly and flew out the window. Albus, startled, cracked his head on the top of the chifforobe he was rooting through. "Bloody bird!"
HOHHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHOHHOH0HHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHHOHH At the Ministry of Magic Amelia Bones sat contemplating the upcoming trial of Sirius Black.
She had laid the groundwork with a thoroughness that bordered on precision. That idiot Fudge could blame Dumbledore, Barty Crouch, and Bagnold for Black's illegal incarceration and make political hay. Black would be freed, further distancing Harry from Dumbledore, and she could survive to fight another day. Black would of course get some compensation--some, hell! A massive amount.
Susan had better appreciate what was being risked for her. She'd better come up with an unimpeachable cover wizard and shower her aunt with red-haired, green-eyed baby witches of immense power. Ha, poor Hermione! She might be Duchess Potter but her ladies-in-waiting had plans for her Duke. Who knew Susan could be so--so--well, Slytherin? Good for her, though. Her letter had explained a well thought out course of action and Susan appeared to be ready to execute it. Too bad she had to share, but she seemed happy to. Come to think of it, the Duchess Potter seemed happy too. Well, it took all kinds.
Now to get the plans to capture the rat Pettigrew that Remus swore was in Ronald Weasley's possession, and everything would go as planned. Amelia shook her head. Remus had seen Pettigrew riding Weasley's shoulder at a Quidditch game. Werewolf senses weren't all bad, it seemed.