Harry Potter and the
Midnight Sun By Vanir
Harry escapes Britain, and learns the truth about the weirdest heritage ever. He learns stuff and gets some girls, too. ere is much to experience in the land of the Midnight Sun. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/seidheim
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Contents Prologue . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 Chapter 1
“e time has come,” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3
Chapter 2
the walrus said, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
Chapter 3
“to talk of many things: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21
Chapter 4
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35
Chapter 5
Of cabbages and kings; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47
Chapter 6
And why the sea is boiling hot; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 61
Chapter 7
And whether pigs have wings.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 75
Chapter 8
“But wait a bit,” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89
Chapter 9
the Oysters cried, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 107
Chapter 10
“before we have our chat; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 127
Chapter 11
For some of us are out of breath, and all of us are fat.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 147
Chapter 12
“No hurry!” said the carpenter. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 161
Chapter 13
ey thanked him much for that. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 177
Chapter 14
“A loaf of bread,” walrus said, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 195
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“is what we chiefly need: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 209
Chapter 16
Pepper and vinegar, besides, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 227
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are very good indeed; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 241
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Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 257 we can begin to feed.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 273
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titles from “e Walrus and e Carpenter” by Lewis Carroll in
rough the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found ere, 1872. Available online at http://www.jabberwocky.com/carroll/walrus.html.
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Chapter 20
“But not on us!” the Oysters cried, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 289
Chapter 21
turning a little blue. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 303
Chapter 22
“Aer such kindness that would be . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 321
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a dismal thing to do!” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 339 “e night is fine,” the Walrus said. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 357
Chapter 25
“Do you admire the view? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 371
Chapter 26
“It was so kind of you to come! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 385
Chapter 27
And you are very nice!” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 399
Chapter 28
e Carpenter said nothing but “Cut us another slice: . . . . . . . . . . . . . 413
Chapter 29
I wish you were not quite so deaf; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 425
Chapter 30
I’ve had to ask you twice!” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 441
Chapter 31
“It seems a shame,” the walrus said, “To play them such a trick, . . . . . 457
Prologue ey waited. Waited and hoped that whoever it was that had sent those letters was right, that Harry was alive and that he would show up for the Hogwarts Express. Hermione was watching the normal King’s Cross entrance, Luna kept an eye on the floo and Ginny staked out the apparition point. ey hadn’t dared tell anyone else. e only one who had an idea that something was up was Remus. He had thought it curious that the girls hadn’t taken Harry’s apparent death harder, and had simply informed them that he knew something was up, and that he con sidered it a prank. e girls had stayed silen t, so he just smiled and le. ey hadn’t even considered telling Ron, since he had “pratted out” completely in the week aer Harry’s disappearance. Suddenly, the air on the platform began to move, and a scent of freshly mowed grass filled it. A pillar of what looked like lightnin g appeared and faded leaving behin d one small figure and a huge one. e larger man, slightly larger than even Hagrid, surveyed platform 9¾. He shook his head, as if to clear it, making the blond braids on both head and beard dance. “is right place?” “Spot on, Leif. Welcome to England and Platform 9¾.” e smaller figure said with a grin. Hermione couldn’t take her eyes of the smaller figure. e voice wasn’t exaly the one she remembered, but it was very close. e height was just as she remembered, even if she had expeed him to have grown a bit. He was dressed in some kind of leather. A white shirt with wide sleeves under a black leather vest, and leather trousers that fit him snugly enough to give her a good idea about the muscles underneath. e vest was very tight too and showed off a well muscled back and powerful shoulders and arms. She noted absently that the width of those shoulders made the figure look even shorter than he was. He was really muscled. Luna and Ginny had joined her, and Ginny was aually making small whimpering sounds. Drool might soon become an issue, she thought. “So now You go school. You have wand and trunk?” e smaller figure patted a pocket on his strange leather vest. “Check” he said. “You have hammer and piure book?” “ey’re in my tru... How did you know about the book? It’s supposed to be a secret.” “Hasse, the book is bound in Lindorm leather. Who you think make that? I look in book and was very sorry. Some piure of daughter, a father should never see. You make 1
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her summer good and I’m happy for that. I not look much, but that clear.” e face behind the massive blonde moustache was grinning. “You saw the piures of Disa, and didn’t look any further, right?” “Yes, why?” just that there are even more piures of Jorunn in there.” e smaller man said with“It’s a smirk. “What! Please make copy. I give you whole armour in Lindorm.” the big man pleaded with exaggerated fervor until he started to laugh. en his face took on a more serious expression. “Be well, little Hasse. You have home with us. Good friends and three girls who would be wifes together if you let them. You need army? Just send word and the Einharjers will rise again.” “ank you. I might need that army, you know. Once I’ve done what I have to do here, I’d love to come back for a much longer stay. I will miss you all. Send my love to Jorunn and Disa. Be well, Leif Krake.” He slammed his right hand across his chest in some kind of salute, and the larger man reonded in kind before the flash blinded them once again, and the boy was alone. He stood still for a moment before he squared his shoulders and turned to face the crowd. His brilliant green eyes shone at the sight of Hermione and the other girls. “Hello there Hermione, Luna, Ginny. I’ve had a brilliant summer. How was yours?”
Chapter I
“The time has come,” Platform 9¾ was devoid of monsters. Aually, it was devoid of most things, excep t a very quiet Harry Potter, sitting on his trunk, and a bunch of increasingly frantic people from the Order. When the Dursley’s had failed to show up, someone from the Order had apparated to Privet Drive to find it empty. When knocking on the door had failed, and whoever it was had had enough of the horrible Westminster chime of the doorbell, they had tried the doorknob. It had really opened the door. Whoever it was, was currently in St. Mungo’s. A Muggle booby-trap had been discovered as the source of the remo ved door and dierse d body parts. A brief scan had revealed several bombs scattered over the house, and for some reason, it was seen as an unsafe environment for Harry’s summer holiday. Someone had told him about that, and had been mildly appalled at his reonse. “So what? I’d have been lucky to get out of the house alive. at’s the way it’s always been. What else is new?” Sirius was dead. Harry had to kill. If he failed, there would be no one else. All would be lost. He knew he should pull himself together, praice like a madman, work out, study strange and banned magicks, and probably become an animagus too, to round it all off. Unfortunately, since Sirius was dead, he didn’t much feel like it. Sirius was dead, and Harry looked at the Order people. He realized something. ey hadn’t once asked him if he wanted anything to do with the Order, or even if he wanted to fight Voldemort. What if he didn’t? Maybe he and Voldemort could just go see a councellor or something. Anyway, while the Order was busy thinking about what they should do to him, or infli upon him, he noticed that they weren’t watching him. He also noticed that there was a Floo conneion not even ten feet away. ey didn’t see him get up. ey didn’t watch him as he dragged his trunk the short distance, and, while Sirius still was dead, he oke. “Diagon Alley,” *
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Tom at the Cauldron was a really great guy, Harry surmised. He had set Harry up in what he had called a “double back room”. Tom had told him that the room blocked out most things from the outside, like sweeps and things like Mad Eye’s mad eye. It was, however, not safe from tracers and things thatreached from the inside and out. It was also possible to portkey and apparate out, but not in. Tom had also scanned him for tracers, and removed the three he had foun d. It was a great place for peop le who wanted to stay under the horizon, Tom had said. ere was room service, and Tom had assured him that the service was as keen on a low profile as he was. Harry had also gotten a distin feeling that Tom had something he wanted to say about that, but Harry figured he would learn about it in time. Harry wasn’t stupid. He knew that he would be found soon, and in all honesty, he wasn’t sure why he had le, other than that he was feeling a bit rebellious and wanted to call at least one shot for himself. Why would the headmaster decide about his summer? School was out! Someone on the platform had tried to comfort him about the Dursley’s. Like he cared, or something. If they were dead, he sure wouldn’t miss them. Sirius was dead, but now, that thought didn’t paralyze him as much. He couldn’t just wallow anymore, he had to be vigilant. Someone had to look out for him, and he was the only one who could do it. He aually giggled a bit at the thought. He knew he was aing like a rebellious brat, and he liked it. He pressed the touchstone for room service, and a minute later, there was a knock on the door. When he opened it, he saw a young girl, a year or two his senior, in a seriously decent maid’s outfit. It was so unattraive that it was remarkable. High-necked and quite shapeless, it hid most hints that the wearer was female. Nevertheless, he felt a certain attraion in ite of the profoundly unattraive clothes. She looked vaguely familiar. Her eyes were downcast, and her face was mostly hidden behind a curtain of silvery hair, but when he asked for something to eat, she looked up at him, and her beauty almost made his heart stop. Her eyes were luminously blue, and her face was perfe. A little voice told him that Sirius was dead, but even that voice agreed that he still would be dead in half an hour. He was more than a little shocked when she oke to him. “Mr Potter? Do you not remember me?” Her voice was so, and filled with hope. e girl had the lightest french accent, and with the silvery hair as an additional clue, he recognised her. “Gabrielle? Gabrielle Delacour? What in the world are you doing here?” “I work, and I hide. I did not know about the Britis h laws when I went here , and Tom lets me work and hide here until my family can get me home. I’m sorry, it’s not your problem.” She broke off, embarrassed, and curtsied. “No, no. Come in, what laws are those? Why can’t you just get a portkey?” She stepped into his room, and curtsied again. Aer a deep breath, she told him in the tone of someone who has memorized a text.. “A near-human creature such as myself has no right to handle money, travel or even live without a reonsible wizard owner. e ecial laws regarding Veela clearly states that we are domestic animals, like house-elves. If I leave this hidden part of the house,
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anyone can claim me as their property, and if I even try to refuse, I’m sentenced to death automatically. e claiming is magically binding, and will torture me to death if I try to break it. No one told me or Fleur about that. I’ve heard that Professor Dumbledore made an exception to the law during the Triwizard tournament. e people who rent this part of the house aren’t usually too keen on having their names show up in the ministry registers as Veela owners, since the ministry learns about the claiming immediately, and wants a fee for their services.” e last part was at out, before she could regain her submissive stance. “Did I get this right? If you stay in this country, you will have to be a slave, but you can’t leave unless you are a slave. So, the ministry’s got you coming and going, right?” “Yes Mr Potter, but that’s not your problem. You wished something?” Harry thought for a second. It was very tempting to say that he wished for her, since he wasn’t very worried about showing up in a ministry ledger, but he realised that he was jumping in again, and the last time, Sirius had died. He needed to know more. “I wish... to know more about this, so that I can help you. I thought your sister was staying here, too? Can’t she help you? Why can’t you just owl for a portkey from somewhere?” “When I couldn’t buy a portkey home, I went to the ministry to complain. Once they had told me that I am little more than a bedwarmer for purebloods, they placed a ell on me that can’t be lied until I’m claimed. It prevents me from sending or receiving owls, and it also works as a personal anti-portkey ward. I’m stuck here.” He looked at her seriously. e ministry be hanged. is pretty girl would go home, no matter what. Sirius was dead, so now it was up to Harry to do what he thought Sirius would have done. Help the girl and mock the ministry. Besides, it looked like he would have to claim her in some way, and she was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous, in fa. Now that he had seen her move, he had noticed with the sixth sense all young males have, that her clothes hid some very interesting bulges that provoked a slight bulging in him too. e immediate future was looking good. “Gabrielle, tell me everything about the Claiming.” She looked a him, and he could see the traces of tears on her lashes. ere was also a little smile there, slightly hopeful, and an expression he had seen on Ginny’s face a couple of times. When she finally started talking, it was with a throaty voice that did funny things to the fit of his pants. “We are sexual beings, Harry. Once upon a time, we were mountain nymphs, but we have been changed into creatures of delight and desire. Once we mature, we grow fast and we become alluring. How old was I when you saved my life in the lake?” “I thought you were about eight, but now I have no idea how old you are.” “I was thirteen, but I was not ready to mature. I am fourteen years old, physically as mature as I will ever be. I will grow a little taller the next few years, but I am fully formed.” She paused, long enough to make him think about how fully formed she might be, before she continued.”
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“e Claiming is of course sexual. It uses the old Veela Bonding, which is something we Veela are driven to do. Basically, you are to take pleasure from me twice, without the chance of impregnating me. at signifies that you are only using me for pleasure.” “Eeh, doesn’t sex usually lead to pregnancy?” a severely blushing Harry injeed. “I mean, unless you use proteion?” “Oh, I didn’t know you were so innocent,” she smiled. “e idea is that it should be oral or anal sex. Also, I am not to feel pleasure. If I happen to orgasm, we are close to the Bonding, and since that goes both ways, your ministry doesn’t like that. With a full Bonding, you would have reonsibilities to me, to keep me safe, fed and clothed, to care for our eventual daughters and so on. It’s a bit like a concubine, rather than a slave. Both would also enable me to be what you want and to know just what you want me to do. Why did you ask?” She had moved closer to him, and he could almost feel the heat radiating from her small body. It was hard to think, but he gathered up what little occlumency he had learnt, and his head cleared a little. “I want to help you. I just don’t want to do anything against your will, or anything that can’t be reversed. Can the Claiming or Bonding be reversed?” e young Veela suddenly had a stricken look on her beautiful face. “Both can aually be dissolved. To be rejeed from a Claiming is painful, but not really dangerous. It would damage my magic though, but not very much. A Bonding can be dissolved with consent, even if the ritual is a bit complicated. It’s just very unlikely that people in a Bonding will want to dissolve it.” She broke off, and tears rose in her eyes again. Harry saw it, and wondered briefly if he was cursed to make pretty girls cry, but he was startled when she continued. “I’m so very sorry Harry. I was manipulating you. I told you what I though t you wanted to hear, and used my power on you to make you less likely to think things through. I was going to overwhelm you, and bond myself to you without letting you know, and then you would be looking out for me without knowing why. I just want to feel safe, you know? But I was going to do something against your will, while you were defending mine. You were able to fight off my con trol and you did it for my sake. I’m so very sorry. I’m so ashamed right now. I should go and bring you dinner or...” He laughed, and brought her up short. He reached out and stroked her cheek before taking her hand. “Gabrielle, I’ve been manipulated all year. is, making me feel good in order to give me something most guys dream about, it’s not even on the same field. Besides, you told me about it. Now, why don’t you describe the Bonding to me, since that’s what you wanted, right?” “It’s similar to the claiming, it’s just that technically, you also have to finish inside me in all three ways, and I have to orgasm at least three times as well. With you I probably would anyway.” She stopped and blushed. She had started talking before she could think about it, as soon as he had asked. It was like a reflex aion, to obey him. He was willing to help
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her even aer she had almost betrayed him. She made the decision then and there that whatever he would want from her, she would give. “As bonded to a Veela, you have someone you can trust absolutely. I would not, could not betray you. You have someone who will draw you a hot bath when you want it before you say anything, or know what food you’ll like today.” “What’s the difference between Bonded and Claimed there?” “As Bonded, not claimed, I would also be able to go against your wishes if I knew it would benefit you. I would be able to surprise you and take initiative.” “Sounds much better for me, but what’s in it for you? Why do I get the idea that you really want to be bonded?” “I would have a man who would know what I need and when I need it. Love, sex, comfort, all those things. You would just know. On the other hand, you would make me happy no matter what you did. Anything that would give you pleasure, would be enjoyable to me too. Most girls aren’t that lucky.” “Veela or not, there has to be laws and rules about this sort of thing. You are underage still, right?” “e laws say... the french laws, that is, that my parents are still reonsible for my well-being until I am of age, and if we bonded now, I would still have to live two years with my parents, unless they decide otherwise. ere are potions I could take to mitigate my desire to be with you, but they have some drawbacks, and can’t be used for too long.” “Will they hurt you?” “No, but they will make me loopy, and impossible to be around, because I will lose control of the Veela power. ere’s a chance that the potions can make that permanent if they are taken for too long. ey might also make me barren.” “at’s one hell of a price.” “Truly. I don’t really want that to happen. e natural thing is that I stay with my bondmate.” “What kind of obligations would I have? “e only strain the Bond would put on you is financial, since I won’t be able to keep myself from taking care of you. I will not be able to keep a job, but will end my time taking care of you and yours.” She sighed. “Here’s the real dealbreaker, and the one that would send my father up the wall. e Bonding usually leads to a child. ere. at’s the highlights, and I tried to steer clear of the whole sex thing. Believe me, that’s a large part of it, but I don’t want to distra you too much.” “ank you. I really appreciate the honesty. So, if we bonded, I would get all these benefits and you would be happy?” “To boil it down to basics, yes. Also, I would love it if you made me pregnant, and I would very much want to go through with it. I just thought you should know.” She fell quiet, watching the man she was trying to ... what? Snare? Entrap? She had nurtured a crush on him since he had saved her from the lake. She had aually run away from home to find him, hoping that she could persuade him to do just what he was
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thinking about right now, but for very different reasons. Now, when she was near rock bottom, he had showed up, her personal Knight, and what had she done? She had done something her mother called mindrape. He had fought it off, and was still prepared to help her. She had never been so ashamed of herself in all her life. Harry was reeling. He could not believe he was having this conversation. e whole thing was just too surreal for words. On some level, he was treating this whole thing like a daydream. It made it easier to control his rampant blushes that way. He had escaped the Order, ended up in a hideout, been approached by a young Veela, who seemed to be beggin g him to fuck her in severa l interesting ways. Part of him was wondering what he was doing, and another what he was waiting for. A third one, with a female, slightly bossy voice, entreated him towards more research and to cover all possibilities. He needed a bit more time, but he also wanted to reassure this poor girl who had found herself in such a bad place. “You know, making you pregnant was exaly the kind of permanent thing I was trying to avoid. You never told me about your sister. Can’t she help? Isn’t the same laws affeing her?” “No. She’s a quarter-veela. Normally, the Veela traits breeds true, but for some reason Fleur only got bits and pieces of it, while I got the whole thing. I am Veela. She is human with Veela traits. Also... Iranawayandshedoesn’tknowI’m evenhere.” “What?” “I ran away from home over a stupid thing, and I haven’t been able to conta anyone, and I’m afraid that everything will just go to pieces and...” “Relax, you’re babbling. Here, let’s write a letter to your parents. Hedwig can take it, even if it’ll take a few days. One thing I’ve learnt,” he said, feeling very wise, “is that adult’s are great advisers, even if we shouldn’t let them make decisions. I will write them a letter, introducing myself and tell them that I’m ready to do some pretty extreme things to help their daughter, including make her pregnant. You will write what you have to, and then we will wait for their reonse before we make any big decisions. Tell them pretty much what you told me about the laws. It’s not like I’ll proofread it or anything, but you need to be honest with them. Now Gabrielle, I really do need something to eat, and then we both have some writing to do.”
Chapter II
the walrus said,
He was sitting on his bed. At least he thought he was. So much had happened in the last few hours tha t he wasn’t really sure about anything. Had he really snuck away from the Order? Had he found a hideout, right under the wizarding world’s colleive nose? Had he been approached by a Veela on the run, to Bond with her, and possibly make her pregnant, aer doing things to her that he had only ever seen in Deans magazines and promptly dismissed as the wet dreams ... they aually were? To top it all off, he was hungry and had a headache coming. He realized that he hadn’t really checked the room, but there wasn’t much to check out. ere was a loo, with a fairly acious shower, a room with a queen-size bed, and a desk. ere was something a little off with everything, though. It was as if everything was made by someone who didn’t really know how you sat on a chair, how you stepped up into a bed or how you sat on a toilet seat. And he was still hungry, and something about this room made his headache worse. He sank down on the slightly too low deskchair. ere was a knock on the door. Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, Triwizard Champion, Stereotypical Gryffindor and Survivor Extraordinaire, made a start, fell off the chair and started crawling around the floor aer his runaway wand, which had taken the opportunity to roll in under the bed. Aer frantically trying to reach it for a few seconds, a blue ark leaped from his fingertips, and suddenly the wand was in his hand. Aer filing this event as ”something weird to ask Hermione about”, he opened the door. To his mild surprise, Tom was standing outside with a heavy tray. Again, there was this feeling that there was something on his mind.e bald man stepped in as Harry moved aside. Without a word, he put the tray on the desk. en he oke, with his back still turned. “Will you claim her, Mr Potter?” 9
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His voice was almost toneless, and there was very little to be read from it. Harry took a firmer grip on his wand and answered as honestly as he could. “It hardly seems fair. I am considering a Bonding. If there is no other way to make her safe, I will Bond her to me, so I can defend her. Apparently, that’s what she wants, too.” “Are you doing it just to keep her safe? You can’t be serious. She is a veela. Most men would pay good money for some time with one. ey are great toys, and it’s perfely legal to just play with her and leave.” e old man still had his back turned, but that back told Harry that his answer mattered very much. He just couldn’t figure out why. He thought very fast before answering. “e law says she is a toy, but the law is too bloody stupid for wor ds. I say she’s a person, with the right to choose. We all have the right to choose, and she may choose to bond to me. It’s her call, though.” Tom still hadn’t moved. His shoulders were very tense. His voice turned slightly superior and challenging. “Her choice will be made with her Veela nature calling to her. It won’t be what Wizards would call a free choice. Given her heritage, shouldn’t someone more qualified make the choice for her?” Harrys temper flared, but in a flash he understood that Tom was somehow testing him. “e Veela nature is a part of her. Why should she be expeed to think as something she’s not? She is Veela , so the Veela should choose. Anything else is pureblood elitist crap. Don’t waste my time with that.” Tom turned around with a great smile on his face and aual tears in his eyes. “Mr Potter, just the way you say Veela tells me everything I need to know. You have made an old man very happy, and now it’s my turn to make you very confused, I’m afraid. Sit and eat, please, Mr Potter. I have some things to tell you.” Harry sat at the desk and began eating. Aerwards he couldn’t remember what he ate, since he was completely focused on the old barkeep, who was trying very hard to make sense. “Mr Potter...” “Harry, Please.” “ank you. My name is Gwrddywal, but Tom works just fine. Please, Mr..I mean Harry, Have you noticed anything strange in your magic lately? Or headaches?” “I have, but mostly in the last hours. Why?” “Harry, you are becoming a sorcerer, I believe. Not really a true one, they are all gone, but the next thing to it. I sense you as an Old One, and I believe Miss Delaco ur does as well. UI haven’t told her, You see, I really should back a bit . I can tell you about this because youthough. ree other ecies for what they are,up and nothere because they’re almost human. e laws in this country are most oppressive to other ecies, and it’ s almost impossible to live as something other than a wizard here. If the Ministry sueed anything about my ancestry, I would lose my license in ten minutes. ere’s no one to eak for us. No one to fight for us. All we can do is hold our heads down and carry on.”
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“at’s what these rooms are all about, aren’t they? Hideouts for people of really mixed heritage? But doesn’t Dumbledore eak for you? I always thought that he was the great defender of everyone but one.” “e Supreme Mugwump? Why, I’m sure he believes that he’s not a bigot. Aer all, he keeps a pet Half Giant and a Part Goblin. He even hired a werewolf some years back. He also has some serious political power, but he hasn’t used it for a single bloody thing, and every time there’s a legislation, cutting part- or nonhuman rights, he abstains. He’s just like the others, he just thinks he isn’t because he doesn’t personally hunt us down. He tosses Hagrid some bones and a paycheck and there the world can see how free of prejudice he is. Bastard.” Harry was grinning wildly. He really enjoyed the bashing, but he was also more than a little embarrassed. He hadn’t seen it. He hadn’t thought of it at all. On the other hand, Hermione had, at least regarding House elves, and she had come up with a really bad solution. It wasn’t her decision to make what was best for a whole ecies. ey had the right to choose too. Harry was also very interested in learning more about this almost-sorcerer thing, but he figured that Gwrn... Tom would get around to it. “Harry, your mother was a good friend of mine. She asked me to look out for when your would to figure out ifbut you werefather a good man,beora ifgreat you were sorcery like your fatherstart wastoatwork, your and age.then I’m sorry Harry, your could bigot at times. Just the way he was raised, you see. To my great relief, I find you a very good man indeed. I can tell you, beyond a shadow of a doubt that your mo ther would approve of the Bonding. It is Gabrielle’s idea aer all. She ran away from home to find you. She’s been dreaming of being Bonded to you since the tournament, and Veela can be frightfully determined.” “What? Was this whole thing a setup or something?” “Oh no, there’s no need to look like that! She found out the hard way that fairytales are untrue, no matter how shining the knight’s armor is. She’s not playing you. If she were, I would know! By the way, my mother was a Naiad. One of the things I got from her was the Truth. is noa deception in you your, young andI Iwant see that careability for hertoissee real! I hadere to make little test for you see,Veela, because ed toyour see you look at this from a different angle, and your Truth didn’t change at all! Now, You are a sorcerer, and that’s because something your mother did to you by mistake. Exaly what it was is a bit beyond me. Naiads are a bit limite d when it comes to abstra thinking. Just like Veela are physically fragile, because they are so light. at’s why I will point you towards someone who knows. She’s another of your mother’s old friends, too. You really do have her eyes. If you want my advice, I suggest you Bond the girl and bring her along. Veela are very good with abstra knowledge. One of the old Veela traits was wisdom and learning, but few people remember that today. Well, wisdom, learning and jealousy, but Veela are only jealous until they are bonded. en the hoops are open, and you can put your quaffle wherever you want.” Harry was beginning to tire from the old man’s ramblings. His headache was also getting worse with every happy exclamation from the wrinkled barkeep. Finally, he held up his hand to stem the raging river of inconsistent ramblings. He looked Tom straight in his eyes, making the man swallow hard. “Tom? What do you wan t from me, wha t will you do to help me, and what is a
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sorcerer? Please just answer. You asked about headaches, and yes, I have a big one so let’s get on with it please.” “I’m terribly sorry Harry,” He straightened up and appeared to gather his scattered wits.” I got a bit carried away. What do I want? I want a wizard that us fringe-wizards can trust. Someone to eak for us, who can not be ignored. I want you to kill You-KnowWho, and change the Wizarding world for all who live in it. What I can do to help you is simple and very little. You should go to Gringott’s and tell a Goblin called Bentpick that Lily sent you to seek the secrets below. at’s all I know about that. When you are done there, I ask you to leave for a while, through a portkey I will give you. It will take you to a faraway land, filled with magic and magical creatures. It’s a Shangri-la for us Nonhumans, where we are not hunted or viewed with suicion. I have never been there, but my mother told me about it when I was little, and I’m rambling again. ere is much there for a young Sorcerer to learn. Now, this portkey is very old, and it might miss by a bit, but you’ll be close anyway. Sorcerers. Hmm. Where to begin. A sorcerer is surrounded with magic, and a part of magic. A sorcerer has no need to whip magic into shape with a wand. No need to chase it with commands. As far as I understand, which I admit isn’t very far, a sorcerer Magic withbeating his will the andmagic intentions. He can summon by see simply willing itshapes to come, without into doing it for him. Asomething sorcerer can the magic around him, the magic in people around him, and he can make it a part of him, and work with it as he see fit. It’s a terrible power in the wrong hands, but in yours it will be all right. at is the Truth. Oh, one thing sweet Lily told me was that when you would begin to manifest Sorcery, it would show as blue arks and a few hours of headache. You have more than one Magical Core, and the headache means they are firing up. Why don’t you rest for a while. I’ll send your girl up in an hour or so. I’ll give her your portkey, although the Portkey is only for one person, I’m afraid and I’m rambling again. Good night...or aernoon mr Po...Harry.” Harry was a bit fed up with this stunn ed feeling. When he ditched the Order at Platform 9¾, he thought he was taking control of his life, but now it seemed like he had never been this tied up. e difference was that he had asked for this. He had chosen to make Gabrielle’s problems his own. Tom was only trying to help him with a change his mother had designed, albeit by mistake. is time, he had really gotten himself into it, and while it was a tumultuous experience, he didn’t really mind. He laid down on the bed and tried to relax. Yes, Sirius was dead, but Harry had a strong feeling that if the thought of his godfather made him say ”I’m sorry, I have a headache,” when a young Veela showed up with a purpose, Sirius would suckerpunch him from beyond. For the first time in what felt like ages, the thought of Sirius made him smile, and with that smile on his face, he closed his eyes, and dried off. Harry was dreaming, and as he dreamt, a pale blue light illu minated him. Blue arks, like miniatyre creptalong over the his fibres body. ofHehisdreamed fighting, the lightning sank intolightning his body,bolts running muscles.ofHe relivedand the battle in the Department of Mysteries, and the blue glow faded, as it sank beyond the physical Harry, into the realm where the magical parts of magical beings exist as physical things. He dreamed of a pilar of flame, burning hotter and hotter, until the pillar of flame became a here of blue lightnin g. e lightning illed out of the here, igniting two
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more pillars, and the sequence read until he could see nothing but blue arkling heres in all direions. He dreamed of his mother, sitting by a Pensieve, extraing and copying memories. He dreamed of swirling clou ds of different-coloured light. He dreamed of dragons, basilisks and strange birds, of fire and acid, pain and pleasure, and as he dreamed, blue lightning danced over his body. Since Harry Potter, all other things aside , was a fairly normal young man, he also dreamed of Gabrielle. ese dreams didn’t really have the mystical significance of the previous set, but the blue lightning didn’t really care. It followed his subconcious direion, and changed what seemed to be lacking. Sometimes, wet dreams matters. *
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Harry woke up to the so knock on the door. As soon as he noticed that the room was dark, it seemed to brighten. e colours were a bit muted, but he could see well enough. For instance, he could see his glasses on the bedside table. Smiling weirdly to himself, he tried to sense who was on the other side of the door. To his great surprise he couldn’t, so he got out of bed and, wand suddenly in hand, opened. It was Gabrielle, of course. In the strange light of the room, she was beyond beautiful. Her silvery hair shone, like of it’s own light, her eyes were enormous and as she had changed out of the hideous maid’s outfit, her figure was absolutely perfe. She was most definately fully formed. e dilated pupils of her eyes made her blue eyes deep enough to drown happily in. “I am sorry. Did I wake you?” “I’m not really sure,” he found himself saying, ”because you look like a dream to me.” He could not belie ve he said that! It sounded like the worst picku p-line ever. Seamus would say something like that. Obviously, she didn’t think so, because she smiled and blushed as she walked into his room. He suddenly noticed that she was trailing some kind of silvery light, like a mist, behind her. “Harry? Why is it so dark in here? Do you not wish to see me?” As she oke in that throaty voice again, Harry could clearly see the silvery light become brighter, and reach for him. It struck him that he was aually seeing the fabled Veela allure. With a small smile he walked right into it. “Seeing you, Gabrielle, is certainly on the list of things I want to do to you, just not on top of it. I will be happy to let it stay at that, but that is not my decision. It should be yours.” “What about writing to my parents? I have not, by the way. I could not think of what to say.” “Gabrielle, I don’t know very much about Veela. Among Veela, would you be considered old enough to make that decision yourself?” “Yes I would. ere is a physical marker, and I have had it for several months. To Veela, that would be enough. Why do you ask?”
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“In a second. Very soon, I might have to go away for some time. You can not come with me. How will that affe you if we are Bonded?” “It depends on if I get pregnant or not. If I do, I will miss you terribly, but my first instin is to care for you and yours. Carrying your child would be sufficient. If I do not, I might get sick with longing, but there are effeive treatments, as long as the separation isn’t more than six months. If it is longer, the potions I mentioned will work.” It was hard to think. e Veela allure had him in a firm grip, and he wasn’t really fighting it. He was standing very close to her, looking into her eyes. It was obvious that she was affeed as well. Her breathing was laboured, and her nipples were almost poking holes in her white blouse. She was clearly the only thing under it, and that was probably true for her short skirt too. With a bit of effort, he was able to clear some of the sensual fog that had flooded his brain. “You see, I understand that you are Veela, so why should I treat you as something you’re not? If you have the right to make this decision by your standards, I have no reason to second-guess it. Sure, the thought of becoming a father at this age scares me a bit, but we all have to grow up sooner or later. My main objeion at this point is that I like you, but I’m not sure of how much of that is your Allure, and how much is my own. I want to have sex with you, but since I don’t love you, I can’t make love to you. en it’s...” “Harry, stop. I am Veela, you’re right about that. We see things differently. Love is different for us. I don’t need you to make love to me. I want you to press my head into the pillow and just fuck me. I will love if you do things to me you have barely dared to dream about. I want to be the obje of your desire, that’s my highest wish. It has been that way for more than a year. Please let me please you. at, my soon-to-be master, is love to a Veela.” His blood was poun ding in his ears. He wanted her so much it h urt. He was also a bit nervous. Apparently, she had been looking forward to this for quite some time, and his experience mounted to pretty much nil. His kiss with Cho had been nothing like the kisses he had heard descr ibed. He deerately wanted to do Gabrielle justice. He tried his best to think for a second. His brain didn’t want to cooperate, but he did it anyway. Honesty was the only way to go. If he tried to pretend like had the slightest clue as to what to do, he would just make a fool of himself. “Gabrielle. I want to Bond with you, but I don ’t know what to do. is is my first time. Will you show me?” Her smile was like a sunrise, slow but filled with nuances and promises. She nodded and took his hand, dragging him towards the bathroom. “First, let us go into the shower together. Let us look at each other. You are beautiful, my love, and I have been told I am not a crow either. Let us get used to our bodies and explore this new thing together.” Once in the bathroom, he summoned his Gryffindor courage, put his arms around her and kissed her. She melted in his arms, pressing against him with every inch of her small, gorgeous body. His heart raced for the world record as her tongue, small and so, entered his mouth. He met her, and he felt a peculiar sensation which made her ga, like they
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aually melted together for a moment. Now he understood how kisses could be searing, burning and aually quite pleasant. is was not what he had done with Cho. Not even close. He broke the kiss to find her naked, which almost made his racing heart stop. Wisely, she had forgone the striptease, judging correly that he would not be able to take it. He almost lost it anyway as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, to imediately attack his jeans with clear impatience. She defeated the zipper, and went down on her knees to pull the pan ts off. Aer doing away with his socks as well, she turned her full attention to his boxers. She pulled them down almost reverently, pausing briefly when something fairly huge jumped out of them, nearly hitting her nose. A little bit of shock manage to penetrate Harry’s overloaded conciousness. at was not the thing he had tucked down this mornin g. at had been average, but this must hav e been a solid ten inches at least! ere was no way petite lit tle Gabrielle could take that inside her. It was nearly as thick as her arm! Gabrielle mumbled something about a kind fate, before she promptly took him into her mouth. Harry’s world exploded. It was like nothing he had ever felt. Her hands and mouth kept perfe time, and her tongue were swivelling impossibly fast. Her eyes were looking deeply into his, and he could tell by their expression that she enjoyed it almost as much as he did. He felt that he wouldn’t last many seconds of this and was about to say so, when she released him. With her eyes locked at his, she blew at his cock, right before she plunged forward, burying her nose in his black pubic hair. Harry ed over the edge. He felt like his very life force was gather ed from all over his body, and shot into the little Veelas throat. She didn’t let go, but made small swallowing motions, coaxing him to cum even more. As the massive tidal wave of pleasure subsided, he became aware of a crackling sound emanating from him. It faded quickly, unlike his ereion that was still rock hard. It also had a Veela on her knees hard at work extraing every last drop of cum from it into her mouth . She looked at him with a brilliand and content smile. “ank you so much, Harry. I had two orgasms just from taking this magnifice nt member in my mouth. Now, we have a little more time to explor e each other before continuing. In the future, I will do this as oen as you want, or maybe even a little more oen than that.” She stood up, turned, and pressed her back against him. His cock was pressing against her eacular ass, as she placed his hands on her breasts, lent her head back and licked his neck with that so tongue of hers. “Mmm. Do you like them? I love to have my boobs played with.” ey were, of course, magnificent. ey were fairly large, and on her small frame they looked huge. ere were a bit more than a handful of lovely, firm boobs in his hands. Her nipples were rock hard, and stood out at least half an inch. Harry just went with the flow and started nibbling on her neck. It seemed to be a good idea, judging by the sounds she made. He turned around and bent down a bit and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He was a little surprised when she came, pressing his head against her breast, as he bit her nipple gently. He stood up, took a firm hold of her ass and carried her into the shower as she covered his face in licks and kisses. ey ent almost an hour in the shower, soaping and rinsing each other, learning each other’s bodies. Gabrielle seemed to know exaly what to do to make his knees buckle,
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andalsowhentobackoff. Hetriedtolearnwhattodotoher,butshehadanoverwhelming reonse to everything. Aer a while, he was certain that he could caress her to orgasm through her arm. A great eye-opener was when he was working her butt, pressing a finger into her soapy ass. ere was that crackling sensation, a faint blue light refleed on the white tiles, and a small Veela in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Once she had recovered, she had bent forward, placed her index finger at the tiny rosebud and made something happen. Something in his magic had reonded and he had seen the power move around her finger, like a group of small swirls in blue and red, and he knew that he could copy it. As the clouds subsided, she turned her head, looked him pleadingly in his eyes. “Please, Harry, my love and master. Fuck my ass. Please push that huge cock inside me.” Harry didn’t know where he ended and Gabrielle began. As soon as he pushed himself into the impossibly tight passage, he forgot everything except the sensation of unity with the girl in front of him. She was driven wild, pushing back with surprising strength and shouting encouragements and expletives in at least three languages. Lightning flowed over his body, and soon over hers too. Her orgasms didn’t seem to end, and possibly it was just one very long one, but Harry was quickly approaching his limit. With no concious thought le, he pushed his way as deep inside her as he could, and released. As he emptied inside her, he heard her joyous cry through the crackling sound of the blue magic flaring around them. As he kept pumping his seed into her intestines, the glow grew stronger until it shot out like a powerful bolt between them. Aer that, he simply passed out, utterly ent. When he came to, he was lying in his bed with a beautiful girl halfway on top of him. His chest was hidden under a glorious cover of silvery hair. For some reason, probably magical and defying the laws of physiology, his cock still made a serious tent of the sheet that covered the rest of his body. He felt Gabrielle stir, and looked down into a pair of sapphire-blue eyes that held an expression of awe. He turned over, pushing her on her back beside him, with him on his side. He caressed her breasts, enjoying both her ga and the instant contraion of her nipples. He kissed her gently, and was quite surprised by the tenderness with which she returned the kiss. His roving hands teased all kinds of gas and whimpers from her, but there was a gentle, almost shy tone to it. is was a far cry from the insatiable sexmachine who had begged him to pound her ass so hard that she could feel his cock in her throat. is was a lover. Also a shy and awe-struck lover. “Gabrielle? What happened?” “I am sorry, My Lord. If I had known you were a Sorcerer, I would not have had the audacity to ask for this..” “Gabrielle, I have known about sorcery for less than a concious hour, and I don’t know if I am one or not. From the sound of things, you know much more about this than I do, so please just tell me.” “at blue light? at’s sorcery. Veela have many stories of Sorcerers who have taken Veela Consorts. anks to the sorcery, we are bonded now. It’s a Sorcerer’s Bond, not Veela. Do you remember what you were thinking when it happened?”
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“Eeh, I was a bit distraed, I think. Probably because I was about ten inches inside your lovely ass at the time, but I remember feeling that we were like one being, and I didn’t want that feeling to ever end.” “at is pretty much what happened. You have been unconcious for about twenty minutes, and I have felt through my body and my magic. It has changed. My magic is stronger, much stronger now. I can feel my birdform much more clearly, and it feels like I should be able to transform fully into a bird at will now.” She lied her hand, and a ball of fire appeared. It didn’t look like the fire he had seen Veela use at the World Cup. It was much more focused, and it was also blue. “See? I shouldn’t be able to call Passionfire without being angry or hurt, and it’s blue. Sorcerer’s blue.” She stopped and blushed. Suddenly, she threw her arms around him and kissed him close to senseless. When she withdrew, she stopped close to him. Nose to nose, she looked him deep in his eyes and said with absolute sincerity that reverberated through his body. “I love you, and I am yours. Your wish will forever be my command, my Love and master. You have made me a part of you, and I am honoured to be your first Consort, even if that’s just coincidence. Our Bond is complete, but I beg you to let me carry your child, like Veela has done for their Sorcerers in the past. Let me show you the Bond. Search inside yourself. You will find me there, and you will know what I know. In the Old Days, Veela were the Sorcerer’s students, meaning that the Veela studied and learned, and the Sorcerer accessed the knowledge through the Bonds.” Harry tried to search inside himself but he didn’t know how, or what to look for. Maybe there was some trick for experienced sorcerers. He tried to remember if he ever had heard anything about sorcery, and suddenly his mind was full of images from books he had never read, stories he knew he had never heard and he saw the composite image of Sorcerers that Gabrielle had pieced together in her mind from everything she had heard. It was aually pretty cool! He browsed through various other images, eventually coming upon a recentcompete memorywith of Fleur naked shower. was beautiful course, but she couldn’t Gabrielle in in histhe opinion. He She opened his eyes toofsee a happily blushing girl in front of him. “Do you really find me more beautif ul than my sister?” she asked. ”She has bigger boobs and longer legs than I have, you know.” “Perhaps, but I happen to prefer Gabrielle-size boobs,” He kissed them, making her ga, “Gabrielle-sized legs,” he ran his hands along them, moving down so he could kiss her thigh extraing a very interesting moan from her, “and basically, I prefer my Gabrielle to just about anyone at the moment. I know I sound like a love-struck idiot, but you are my Gabrielle, my Bondmate, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.” He was already in a pretty good position, so he reached for the bond to learn what to he wanted, parted her legs andhair. ran his herdo. ass Graing all the waythe upknowledge o the miniscule tu of he glittering silver pubic She tongue moanedfrom and bucked under his ministrations as he investigated every square millimeter of her pussy. As he pushed his finger inside her, he could not for the life of him understand how she should be able to take his huge cock inside this tight little opening. As he found her Got, she came within seconds and the slippery gusher told him all he needed to know
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about penetration. It would not be a problem. He also found, to his immense surprise, that she was a virgin. He looked at her and she tried to answer. “ere has ... never been ... anyone but you. ... Since the lake ... saving myself ... for you.” “Have you saved yourself enough?” he asked with a smile. “Hell yes!” she growled and pounced him, wrestling him onto his back and taking his cock into her mou th again. Aer a couple of quick balls-deep bobs tha t sent him reeling, she positioned herself over his throbbing member, and with excruciating slowness, lowered herself onto it. It was an amazing sight, watching that huge cock that his wet magical dream had bestowed upon him disappear, millimeter by millimeter, into the impossibly stretched little pussy. He felt the maidenhead briefly, but she didn’t hesitate. With an extatic cry, she lowered herself past it and let herself sink down completely. She had taken it all. en she began to move. Suddenly, Harry understood why Veela were considered the ultimate partners in sex. only did she move up down she gyrated hips and as well, and that just Not her visible movements. Herand pussy wasbut stroking him, her sucking pumping himwas by itself. Her mouth had been lovely, her ass wonderful but this was absolutely magical. She was moaning and whining, crying and howling as he met her strokes. He sucked her nipples, biting them gently. He grabbed her ass hard, even slapping it sometimes and she encouraged him, calling out for more and harder. As he pushed his finger into her ass, her pussy squeezed his cock so hard it almost hurt, and it was a small miracle that he didn’t come right then. Instead, he pushed her over, and started pounding her into the mattress. Aer a couple of minutes of this hard fucking, she stopped him just as he was getting a bit too close. “Please, Master. Come a bit deeper, but gently.” She swung her legs in an impossible arc until they rested on his shoulders, and he pushed on. He felt his cock entering something else, something even hotter and tighter. “Now, Master. Find the Bond, and come into my mind. Enter me fully, please.” He did. It was easy to find this time. He followed the link, and found himself adri in a sea of pleasure. As she made her pussy contra around him one last time, they came together, bodies and minds. eir shared and multiplied orgasm seemed to go on forever as they fed eachother their feelings and their pleasure, ending in a fedback loop that slowly, very slowly subsided. None of them knew how long they rested in each others embrace, but aer a long while, the stickiness was becoming an increasingly cold issue that was quite uncomfortable. Gabriele looked down at the mess, smiled and said, “Master, you came almost a cup in my mouth, about two in my ass, but this must have been a pint. Did I mention I love your cum? With you around, I will never go hungry. If you don’t mind, I will consider myself pregnant now. is much cum, straight into my uterus, should really have done the job. ank you, Master.” “ank you for letting me do all this, Love. Now, I’m afraid to oil the mood, but some things has to be said. I guess you know I have a madman trying his best to kill me, right?”
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“I know of Voldemort, Master. Our Bond goes both ways. I know you have to leave to learn about sorcery away from your minders, and words can not express how honoured I feel to be your reason to fight. Well, me and our baby. Master, I am your Bonded. I will anticipate your needs, and I will do everything within my power to fill those needs. Right now for instance, you need to sleep. I will take care of things while you rest. Sleep now, my Love and Master. I will care for you now, and tomorrow, we will go to Gringott’s.” Whether she used some sleep-inducing magic, or if he was just knackered, he didn’t know. He didn’t care much either. He just slept while a happy Veela licked her Master clean.
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Chapter III
“to talk of many things: ere are many nice ways to wake up. Someone shouting that you’ve just won loads of money is a great one. e smell of freshly baked bread in also great, or fresh coffee. e combination of the freshly baked bread, bacon and coffee matched with a beautiful girl slowly and gently bobbing her head over your cock has to be the greatest ever, Harry thought. He relaxed and thoroughly enjoyed the situation. Aer less than a minute of the talented Veela’s ministrations, he came. ere had to be some serious volume le in those balls, he thought, as he heard her repeatedly swallow before she took him all the way down a few times for good measure. When she was finished, she looked up at him with a luminous smile. “Good morning, Master. It’s almost eight o’clock and your breakfast is served. I just had mine,” she giggled. “A very good morning it is, Love,” he smiled back. “at has to be one of the greatest ways ever to wake up. Look, you don’t have to call me Master for my sake, you know that, right?” “Yes I do, Master. I just enjoy the sense of belonging. Now, forgive me if I have ideas above my station,” she said as she propped the breakfast tray up over his lap, “but am I your servant, mistress, concubine or even Consort? I know I assumed that I would be your Consort last night, but that’s not something that I can decide. is is your decision completely, and whatever you decide, it will be my pleasure to abide by. ere are different protocols implied, and I would like to behave properly around you.” “Anything you do is all right by me, but let me think for a second.” He focused, and tried to remember Gabrielle’s memories. He couldn’t, so he tried to remember everything he knew about Consorts. e information bloomed in his mind, and it was clearly Gabrielle’s. Consorts, he found, were a little less than wives but more than mistresses. A Consort’s child would automatically be recognized, and have inheritance rights. e Consort would 21
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enjoy Family Proteion, even the family name in some cases. It wasn’t really common, but not quite rare in France, and at least legal in Britain. Since marriage was out of the question for loads of reasons, making his Bonded a Consort would be perfe. She would have legal proteion, and an official say in matters regarding him. He also remembered through her that Consorts wore medallions instead of rings, and that many old families had such medallions among the heirlooms. Definitely Gringott’s. He opened his eyes, and saw his Consort-to-be kneeling by the bed with her eyes downcast. He could sense her nervousness and anticipation, so he just smiled at her and oke in stern tones. “Servant, stand up.” He could feel her disappointment, so he decided not to go on with the game too long. In a fluid motion, she stood up with her gaze firmly on the floor. He got up from the bed and stood in front of her. “Servant, will you be loyal to me and mine for as long as the Bond lasts?” She nodded. “Will you do what you can to please me?” Another nod. “Will you love me and our child?” A very fervent nod. “Will you, Gabrielle Delacour, please consent to become my Consort, and take my name to your own?” Her head snapped up, as she met his eyes with a bit of disbelief. Seemingly unable to stop herself, she jumped him, and engaged him in a kiss that might have gone down in Passion History, had such a thing existed. Aer almost a minute, she released him, and breathed into his ear. “Yes Master. I am your Consort, and I will do everything, absolutely everything to make you happy. I would be honoured to become Gabrielle Potter-Delacour. ank you. ankyouthankyouthankyou.” She seemed a bit excited, as she covered his face and hands with kisses. As nice as that was, he had things he wanted to do today besides Gabrielle. He pushed her off with a warm smile. “Once we get to the bank, I will see if there are any medallions there. If you want to wear one, that is. If there aren’t any, I’ll have one made.” “Of course I want to wear one, on a choker if possible. I wantto show the world thatI’m yours. On that note, do you remember I mentioned my magic had changed?” She pushed him down on the bed again, putting his breakfast tray back and motioned him to eat. “Vaguely. I think I was distraed by something wonderful.” “at would have been me then,” she smiled. “It’s nice to be appreciated, but what I meant was when I said tha t I could feel my birdform even when I’m calm. Do you remember?” “Yes. You called a blue fireball.” “at’s it. It’s called Passionfire, by the way. Now, watch this.” He watched with great interest as white lightmist, very similar to the Allure, billowed from her body, rising up, enclosing her in a shining silvery pillar. He blinked, and the
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mist disappeared. Now he saw Gabrielle’s face take on more and more avian features, and he saw her shrink. It was like a very slow Animagus transformation, which led to the moment when in the beautiful girl’s place was a beautiful falcon-like bird. It looked like a Peregrine, but the markings on the chest and wings were blue and the head was silver. He found it eminently fitting. “You are beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. Of course, I prefer your normal shape, but as birds go, you are one of the two most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen. Can you call Passionfire in this form?” e falcon made a shrill cry, and blue flames ran along the front of its wings. As the flames vanished, Gabrielle resumed her srcinal form. She looked very proud. “Master, when we go to Gringott’s, may I ride on your shoulder?” “Of course you can if you want to, but why?” “Because I don’t have a medallion yet, and if I ride on your shoulder as the falcon, everyone will see me as your pet. I’d really like that.” Harry couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness. He reached out and caressed her firm backside. “Are all Veela this submissive, or is it something of yours?” She blushed again. “All Veela are somewhat subservient, but I’ve been dreaming of being yours for so long, I just want to scream it from the rooops.” “Good,” he said with a smirk. “You get to tell your parents.” He had expeed her to cringe a bit, but she straightened her back, looking proud and defiant. “en I will tell them that the first Veela to bond with a Sorcerer for five hundred years is me. Master, I’m proud to be yours, and I will never ever regret it. Now, let’s get you showered and dressed. We have to get me a medallion.” He asked to because, let him shower alonthey e. She hadend looked a littlethe hurt, when explained that her it was otherwise, would up fucking daybut away andhe never get her that medallion, she regained her sweet diosition. When he got out though, she had insisted on drying him, which ended in a very quick but enjoyable blowjob, and once again she took him all the way down when he came. Aer flashing him a brilliant and satisfied smile, she got him dressed in clothes that she had skilfully transfigured for him. e first thing she made him wear, though, was a bracelet covered in what looked like Norse runes, and he understood that it was the portkey Tom had mentioned. en he continued donning the clothes. At first he thought he looked ridiculous, but the wide black robe with the deep hood grew on him. He was still hiding from the Order, aer all. When he saw the extra four inches of soles that she had equipped his shoes with, he understood that she certainly hadn’t forgotten. When he was dressed, she cast a few glamours on his face, making his nose appear broken and his eyes deep brown. He had wavy brown hair that covered his bloody undisguisable scar, and once he donned the full outfit, he didn’t look much like Harry Potter.
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He decided that his name, if asked, would be Caradoc Pritchard. He couldn’t quite remember where he had heard the name, but he figured he could borrow it for a while. Gabrielle changed into the beautiful falcon and settled on his shoulder. She really should have a name, he thought, with a rather confused internal debate about her beauty being too great for just one name. He thought about, and discarded, many nice names until he thought of Guinevere. When he asked her if she liked it, she pressed her cheek to his, and he felt her approval through their link. e falcon was a little lighter than Hedwig, who he hoped would be all right with Hermione for the summer. When he let his friend borrow his feathered friend, he mostly considered it a measure to finally make her and Ron talk seriously to each other, and stop this bloody orbiting around each other. It was beginning to make him dizzy. He got a startled look from Tom when they walked by, but it was soon replaced by a grateful smile and a nod and Caradoc Pritchard and his falcon Guinevere went to meet Diagon Alley. He was prepared for anything. One thing he was completely unprepared for was nothing. No one seemed to notice them as they made their way through the busy street. Perhaps people gave them a wider berththa n they gave others, but they were half way to the bank before he noticed that people were studiously ignoring him. He stopped abruptly and considered what they saw. ey saw a man in a black robe with a hood that at least partly concealed his face, a face unknown by all even in the tiny Wizarding world of Britain. is unknown man moved with a confident and stately stride and had a clearly magical bird of prey on his shoulder. at his movements were caused by four unfamiliar inches on his shoes was nobody’s business. He had to admit that he must make an intimidating visage. Suddenly, the most outrageous thing happened. Someone was tugging at his robe. He looked down to see a small, dark-skinned girl’s face peering into his hood. e little girl seemed very familiar, even though he was certain that he had never seen her before. He blinked, and again he perceived the world in the lights and colours of the Sorcerer’s Sight, even though he didn’t know the word. What he did know, however, was how much this girl’s presence felt like a dorm-mate of his. A dorm-mate who, he recalled, had a sister, about five years old and according to her big brother she was also way too forward for her own good. “Yes, Milady?” he said reefully, trying hard to keep the laughter out of his voice. “Sir? Who are you? My Mummy looks scared of you, and she’s not afraid of anything.” “You must be Jenny omas.” At her surprised nod, he crouched and continued. “My name is Caradoc Pritchard, and this is Guinevere,” he said, lowering the falcon so the little girl could see. “You are very brave, Miss omas. Most people fear what they don’t know. I am very unknown here, and the fa that you came forth and asked puts you among the bravest of the brave, just like your brother Dean.” “Do you know Dean?” she asked, eyes wide. “I know of him. We have a friend in common, and he has told me that you can always count on Dean if you’re in trouble, because if he can’t help, he’ll know someone who can.”
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“But why is Mummy afraid of you? You are nice, and you have a really pretty bird.” “Your Mum is afraid of me because she can tell that I’m powerful, but she doesn’t know whether I’m a friend or not, and I don’t look very friendly.” “No, you really don’t. You should wear more pink. It makes anyone look nice.” No power in heaven or on earth could have stopped the guffaw that brok e out. He did his best, though. “It is an honour to meet such a courageous young lady, and if you ever need help, ask Dean’s friend Harry to call for me. I will definitely look at the pink robes the next time I’ll go shopping, but I don’t really think it’s the colour for me. Have a nice day, Miss omas.” As he stood up from his crouched position, he saw through the corner of his eyes how little Jenny ran to her mother, telling her all about the strange wizard Caradoc Pritchard, who had said that she was brave, and that he had known who she was. He also received a stream of images through the Bond, images of children at his knee, laughing and joking with him, their father . He also received such feelings of love and desire that he had to ignore them, or risk stumbling in his elevated footwear. Obviously, him read faster than he walked, as people to come to ogle him. Forword once,about he found it funny. ey weren’t looking at him,began aer all. eyout were staring at an unknown warlock, who liked kids. A thought came to him. Establishing the persona of Caradoc might be useful later on, as well as provide a great excuse in case he had to do things he really shouldn’t. He was passing by the entrance to Knockturn Alley at the time. He reached for the blue Sorcerer’s lightning on a whim, and made his eyes flash with it, as he stared down into the gloom of the darker distri. He could never quite explain how he did it, but through the blue haze, he caught sight of a Dark Mark on a man hidden in the dusk. He raised his hand, and a flash flew from his fingers, striking the man who screamed and clutched his arm. Shocked, he just turned away and made his way to the great white building and praically fled inside. Charaer building or not, that had been freaky. He asked a familiar-looking goblin where he could find the one called Bentpick. He got a set of direions, which he barely managed to remember, and also received a second shock. He could understand Gobbledegook. Not perfely, but enough to know that the supposed “title of ree” the goblin bestowed upon him meant “Potterer with magic face”. He located Bentpick, and once he had delivered the peculiar codephrase, he had the horrifying experience of seeing a Goblin dance with joy. Once Bentpick had recovered, he answered the inevitable question with a simple, “It has begun. e storm is finally upon us, and we will see who will bend and who will break before you.” Harry had been slightly worried about where this recent torrent of events would lead him, but now he was downright terrified. He felt a bit like he was standing on a log, heading for a waterfall, but the best choice right now was to stay on the log anyway. Gabrielle turned back to her normal self to get in the cart that Bentpick showed them to. She ent some time kissing him over the incident with Jenny before they settled for the sense-defying voyage into the depths of Gringott’s. Bentpick le them on a ledge, illuminated by a single torch. As Harry’s eyes quickly adapted to the dark, he saw a door,
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almost perfely hidden in the rock face. He also noticed something moving on the other side of the abyss. Two dragons of an unknown variety were watching them intently. He bowed to them, which seemed to surprise them, but eventually they returned the bow. Gabrielle looked at him questioningly, but he made a “later” kind of wave, since he heard the hidden doors in the rock swing open. As they entered, the doors swung shut, and candles lit around them in a large circle. A loud and serious voice boomed through the cavernous room. “Welcome, young Old One. Welcome to the Circle and the Way.” e candles around them winked out, and as more normal torches lit up around the room, they saw a very old Goblin female climbing down from a kind of podium to greet them. “I’m sorry about that. When your Mother was here, Mr. Potter, she gave me a set of books by some Muggle author, that I find a highly amusing read, and quite mythically astute, as they pertain to your personal history. I have wanted to say that line to you for almost ten years. Good day, Mr Potter. I am the Keeper of Secrets of this Gringott’s branch. My title is the only name I have. Keeper, or Kay for short. And this is?” e Goblin might be old, but she was quite vigorous, and she oke in a way that was rushed enough to rival Hermione. “Keeper, this is my Bondmate, Gabrielle Potter-Delacour. I was advised that I should bring her, to assist my meagre understanding.” “Welcome, dear. My, aren’t you a pretty one. Harry’s mother would have approved, I’m sure. Are you his Consort yet?” “Yes, Keeper. We were going to see if there were a medallion for me somewhere here.” “ere is, dear. With Mr. Potter’s approval, I’ll send someone to fetch one. ere are about ten of them up in the Potter Vault.” Harry immediately nodded his approval. “So, it was Tom who sent you my way. He was always a great believer in that all wizards need a companion to keep their head on straight. A soppy one if there ever was one. Your mother was a great friend of contingency-plans. ere are several ways you could have come here. Poppy Pomfrey for one, Florean Fortescue is another. Now, if Tom sent you here, you already know that you are a sorcerer, and by your attire and those quite excellent glamours, I say you were wise enough to hide on your way here. May I ask what name you would have used?” “I think I managed to establish an unknown mage by the name of Caradoc Pritchard...” he trailed off as the ancient Goblinesse howled with laughter. “By Tak, that was great. at name comes from those very same books your mother gave me. at Caradoc was evil and stupid, but nevertheless, it’s there. Have you read them?” “Not to my knowledge, but I find my knowledge lacking more oen than not where I’m concerned.” “Ah well. Now, since I’m rarely used in this country, I guess you don’t know what I am. e Keeper of Secrets is pretty much what it sounds like. I keep secrets until they are
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needed. I am unable to reveal them to the wrong people, and I never forget a secret I’m Keeping. Once I have told you everythin g I know regarding you, I will forget all about it. I have ledgers and trinkets from thousands of extin families, and I can also pass on addresses to places kept under the Fidelius and it’s forerunners. I have such an address for you, but I will not reveal it to you at this time. You have been given the portkey, right? Good. When you return, I will give you access to some places you might have use for. “Now, Let’s begin. Your mother chose to save several Pensieve memories for you, depending on what might ha ppen to you in your life. I believe this is the one most appropriate. It’s the first one, and she always said she wished that you never had to see this one. Not just because it would mean you had a hard life, but because she didn’t really make as much sense as she would have liked. I know enough to clarify if needed.” She led them to a large and ornate Pensieve, and poured a vial of silvery memories into it. She motioned to Harry to dive into it, and he in turn motioned for Gabrielle to follow him. ey fell, and landed in a strange laboratory, that looked like it came straight out of a bad muggle movie. Strange things were happening to even stranger things everywhere, but attentionpile wasofimmediately caught by the redhead sitting a bench withHarry’s an impressive papers in front of her. Hebeautiful recognized her from theby Mirror of Erised, and from the wedding piures. e wedding must have been about eight months ago, he estimated, since his mother was very, very pregnant. He noticed Gabrielle’s longing sigh, and he felt her little hand take his as his mother began to talk. “Hello Harry. At least, I think you’re Harry. at’s the name you’re supposed to have, but you won’t really be born for a while yet. ings might have changed, and in that case, I will consistently call you by the wrong name. I can’t believe I’m sitting here recording a memory in case I’m dead when you need me, but it’s all I can do. Once I get my bearings, I will record other, more personal memories for you, but this one will just deal in fas and basics. “I’m not prepared to do anything else at this time anyway. “If everything in this worst-case plan has worked, you are beginning to show clear signs of Sorcery. is will complicate your life, I’m afraid. It’s all my fault and I’m so very sorry. My excuse is that I didn’t know, and that’s not a very good one. “As you probably know, I’m muggleborn. I doubt you know I’m also an Uneakable. I’m one of those who meddle in things mankind isn’t supposed to know,” she said with a wry smile. “I’m a fairly competent ellcraer, and I’ve been working on the Auror Reinforcement Magics Or Resources. ey must have chosen the acronym first, don’t you think? “Anyway, I came up with a way to temporarily transfigure DNA. “If you don’t know what that is, I suggest you visit a Muggle library. Anyway, I started to study the DNA of the different magical races, and some of the more interesting things that my department have colleed over the centuries. I came up with a way to use Demiguise DNA to become invisible, ell resistance from dragons, strength from… ah, you get the piure, I guess. “We also found out the sequen ce for Sorcerers. I have a number of ells on me that keeps me from explaining how, and that should be enough of an explanation. at
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particular sequence was deemed too dangerous to use, but I kept it in my notebook, just in case. “I also gathered the best abilities from a number of magical races, added them to the Sorcerer’s genes, and made a Transfiguring charm that would install it all for an hour. I never intended to use it! I swear it was just an exercise, just for praice. “Maybe I did it just because I could. A muggleborn, who could make Sorcerers? Take that, Stalebloods! “I really should have known better. I made a charm once, in sixth year, that would make anyone’s hair blond, curly and always in a beautiful and very feminine style. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be reversed, and only temporarily countered by applying Muggle lithium engine grease to the hair. I should have destroyed my notes of course, but I didn’t. “Aer all, it was a pretty niy job. “One day, your father found the charm and, with his normal thoroughness, didn’t read it through. At least he says he didn’t, and I choose not to question him. “Anyway, he used the charm on a boy in Slytherin, who now has to wear that curly blonde hairdo for the rest of his life. “en again, Severus might just stick to the grease. “God, I’m rambling. “Many of my charms turn out bloody hard to counter . Just ask Sirius about that shrinking charm in seventh year.” She began to grin in a fairly evil way, making him really wish that he could ask Sirius about it. en she shook her head and aually pinched her own wrist. “Damn it Lily, stick to subje. Cutting a long and tedious story short, some of my stale-blooded workmates decided to ’prank’ me by faking a Death Eater attack on the department seven months ago. ey expeed me to hide in a closet or something, but I panicked much worse than that. “I used the bloody Summus Charm. “Yes, that’s what I called it. e pranksters didn’t have a very good day aer that. “Using that charm was really cool, but I learned thatthere was more to being a Sorcerer than just loads of power and wandless magic. “e day aer was the day I learnt I was pregnant with you. Being as nosy as I am, I made a test, to find out your gender, health and other stuff. at’s when I learned that you had retained my transfigured DNA. Since then, I’ve been working my expanding backside off trying to find out what this will do to you. I have found that it won’t aivate until you have reached adulthood. It seems to be sexual, butjust I’mask notKay. absolutely sure.more I did about add a safeguard, but I’ll get back to that. On second thought, She knows oughtwards than anyone alive, since I am apparently not. Now, your body will be very adaptable for a while. Your magic will make all physical problems or defes disappear. is means that if you try to li something that’s a bit too heavy, your magic will help you with the work, and as soon as possible, your muscles will grow. Your memory will be
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better, you will heal faster and all that. Now I’m moving into guesswork, but I’m a really good guesser. “I think you will be able to see magic in a way that is beyond mag e sight. You will aually be able to see ell elements and, again a guess, affe them dire ly. To affe them, you have an incredible amount of magic at your diosal. Your Core won’t even be of the same nature as the kind ordinary wizards have. You will have traits of many magical ecies. You will have an instinive understanding of many magical things, because you, by virtue of your Core, will be a part of Magic itself. Here you are, still inside me. Yet I’m talking to you, and I’m about to advise you to do something I would kill Peter or Remus for. Sorcerers in the past used to Bond Veela to them, to help with learnin g and many other things. “You’re a guy. Go figure. “I just really hope someone other than Sirius was around to give you e Talk. “I advise you to do like the other sorcerers did. If you don’t have a portkey already, go ask at the Leaky Cauldron. If they don’t have it anymore, there’s another one, a contingency one, if you ask Mr Ollivander. My plan is… was… whatever, that if you can have a Veela studying the Summus Codex, that’s my notes on everything I could figure out about what’ll happen to you, while you are away in the Enclave, praising and learning, you will become a full-fledged Sorcerer in very little time. e Enclave, yes. What I know of that place is very little. I know it’s an isolated settlement, kind of like a reservation for sentient magical creatures. It is not a school. ere will be no lesso ns, or tea chers. ere will just be many individuals, with different talents and abilities, who you will be able to learn from. e Enclave is impossible to monitor, due to the immense background magic. ere are no sorcerers anymore. e skills are gone, but if there’s anywhere that you can begin to recreate them, it’s in the Enclave. “Why? Here’s the kicker. My partner at the Job is a Seer. She’s a bit random, but I haven’t known her to be wrong yet. She has told me that Voldemort wants to kill us. You, me and your father. I have it on good authority that you will survive, and Voldemort too. He will be aer you until you finally tuck him in with a shovel. When I learned about it, I realized that my little mishap with the ell might not have been such a disaster aer all. is is a worst-case scenario plan, where you are alone, and He is still aer you. I’m trying to give you one hell of an edge. You know, the best move is usually one your enemy doesn’t know you have. “Now, I have more memories to record tonight, so I’ll end this one. Oh, one more thing. No one knows of this except my good friend Tom, at the Leaky Cauldro n, and Keeper who gave you this memory. James doesn’t know. Albus certainly doesn’t know. I should tell you that Albus Dumbledore, if you know him, is not a person I trust. I believe he’s manipulating us, and eecially James, for some grand plan. Lauren has made some pretty gruesome Ihavepreparedalegaldocumentthatyourguardianhastobeonethatyou prediions where he’s running your life, making you jump through his ineffablehoops. recognise as standing in Locus Parenti, and that no one is allowed to alter the guardianship but you. Just looking out for my baby, you know. I love you, and there should be other messages for you stashed here and there for various occasions. e Keeper will know when to give them to you. Finding a Veela willing to Bond a Sorcerer shouldn’t be hard, so grab
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that portkey and say Seidheim when you’re ready. Have fun with the Bonding too, baby.” She rubbed her belly, where a little boy that would be called Harry Potter rested. “I can’t believe I said that. is is Mummy Lily, signing off.” Harry was dazed. Kay was quite obviously prepared for that, as she sat him down in a comfy chair, while Gabrielle just held him close, rubbing his back and sending copious amounts of love and comfort through the bond. On some level, he wondered if she was even aware of it. As he relived the memory over and over in his head, he missed just when Kay gave Gabrielle a huge book with a coat of arms on it. He surmised that this was the Summus Codex his mother had talked about. Gabrielle had barely gotten it in her hands when she started studying it. Harry snapped out of his daze and kissed her. “I love you, my Consort,” he said, making her smile radiantly. “ank you for doing this for me.” “Of course, my Master. I live to help and serve you in all ways. Besides, soon, I might need to occupy myself as I grow as large as your mother was in the memory. You will make a great father, my Master, and I will give you as many children as you want, and I will care for those of your children borne to other women as well.” e thing about that statement that struck Harry as the most outrageous was the colleed and heartfelt way she said it, like it was a foregone conclusion that he would have some kind of harem. e thought was very appealing, but so far beyond his horizon that he really couldn’t imagine it as a reality. He was brought out of his musings by the return of Kay, who he hadn’t even noticed had gone. In her tiny wrinkled hands she held a small medallion. It depied the same coat of arms as the codex, a gold lionwit h a sword ona red field. e bannerbel ow said ≺Audaces Fortuna Juvat≻2 . ere was also a smaller banner above and he looked at Kay askance. “e top banner is for the personal creed of the head of the Potter family, and that means you. Just come up with something. You can change it later.” He tried to come years up with that would be her suitable, when hehesuddenly remembered several of something Gabrielle’s latinish Latin studies. Using knowledge, quickly came up with something he liked and instantly, the top banner bore the words, ≺Non Ini Me. Non Vincet≻3 . Harry felt it might be a bit cocky , but it was a message he wanted delivered. Just to see if he could, he held out his hand and tried to bend his will to making a choker for the medallion, and he was aually surprised when one appeared. As he fastened it around the beaming Veela’s neck, the medallion shimmered, and the lion suddenly wore a crown. Gabrielle’s hand flew to it, and as she felt the crown she aually squealed in delight. “Master, I was right. I am pregnant!” “Congratulations, both of you,” Kay said. “Now, young Veela, you will be just fine as your Master goes away for a little while.” “Do you know how long I will be gone?” Harry asked. 2 Fortune Favours the Bold 3 Don’t start with me.
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“I believe it won’t be for very long. You will probably be back in time for school. e whole idea is to get a lot done is a fairly small window of time.” “In the memory, my mother told me to ask you about something called oughtwards. Apparently it was used as some kind of failsafe, but I didn’t understand.” “oughtwards are like wards, just that they affe the mind instead of the physical world. If you hadn’t treated members of other ecies and races with ree, I believe you would have been on your own. Lily would never have allowed a bigot to gain power, unless he stopped being a bigot. “Now, you made a moral stand, so your oughtward fell. is enabled you to learn about sorcery. If the ward had been inta, all thoughts of sorcery would have gone right by you. Some of the secrets I keep are guarded in a similar way. I may not be able to access the secret, but a oughtward with a code word aivation is about as safe as it gets. Now, I have a feeling you need to get out of here fairly soon. While you were in the Pensieve, I got word from above that many sueed Death Eaters are converging on the bank right now. I was also informed that your little theatre was quite successful. ere have been thirty queries made at the counters about Mr Pritchard. Let’s polish off your paperwork. Right now, your legal guardians are the Dursley family, and your magical guardian is Albus Dumbledore. Now, who do you want?” He smiled at that. “Would it be possible to list Caradoc Pritchard as my guardian? How hard is it to make a fake identity in the wizarding world?” “Hmm. Let me think for a moment. Harry Potter has a recorded magical signature, and it is now quite diff erent. If we made a cursory readi ng of you, we should be able to register the identity of Mr Pritchard as a new one. Since you have had a vault here, the Potter vault, for centuries, we should be able to claim that he has been a customer for many years. Don’t worry, I can make it happen. e Goblin Nation is behind you. Goblins in general may not like you, since that would be too out of charaer for a Goblin, but we will help you.” “ank you, Keeper. I am not sure how to thank you, but I’m sur e I can think of something sooner or later. I have no doubt we will meet again.” “Oh, we will, Mr. Potter, we will. Now, let’s get you out of here in a good way. Gabrielle, we can arrange for you to cart home. We have a tunnel conneion with the Paris branch, and the trip only takes an hour. Mr Potter, you on the other hand, will probably be best suited to leave, as Harry Potter, through the main doors. Your mother alerted me to the fa that you will probably be attacked. Her friend made such prediions, and the convergence of lowlifes certainly gives crede nce to the vision. Use that bracelet of yours during the battle. ere shouldn’t be any problem for you to shield yourself, and if you port out at the right moment you will have faked your own death. Wouldn’t that be funny?” “It’s worth giving a shot, I suppose. Now, Keeper, would there be some place suitable for a serious Au Revoir somewhere here?” e Goblinesse chuckled and motioned for a door behind her. “Sometimes, people’s business here takes several days. at chamber should be sufficient.”
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Once alone in the chamber, Harry expeed Gabrielle to more or less dissolve in tears, but she gently put the Summus Codex down, and flowed into his arms. “Master, this will be great,” she said, as she was gently but quickly removing his clothes. “We will be apart for a little while, not long, and then you will be back. According to the Codex, there are several races in that Enclave that would make excellent Consorts, and I wouldn’t mind if you Bonded two or three.” “Hey, hold on. You really want me to get more girls?” he said as she tore off her own clothes and kneeled before him. “Aren’t Veela supposed to be jealous?” “Normally, yes,” she said between licking and stroking. “ese are not normal circumstances, though. You are a Sorcerer, and I’m very young. If you took other Consorts, I would be able to play with them. Veela are sexual. Not hetero-, homo- or bisexual. Just sexual, and I can sense that you are enough of a typical male to love the thought.” She took him deep a couple of times before standing up. He grabbed her firm little butt, and lied her, lowering her on to his rock-hard member. All thoughts ceased as they moved together, united through their Bond and their bodies. Aer a few minutes, he could sense that she want ed more, so he put his finger against her little ass and willed the magic to flow around his finger as it had around hers at the Cauldron. He felt a tingle, and his finger sank in effortl essly as she gaed and contraed around his cock. He lied her once again, and positioned her for the new penetration. Face to face, eyes locked on each other’s, he let her sink down his length slowly. He carried her to the bed, and laid her down. His thrusts were slow, and Gabrielle seemed to be stuck in a low-key orgasm. When he finally came, it felt like he poured his soul into her, and he could feel her body absorbing his semen right away, wasting nothing. ey stayed conneed for a little while, eyes locked. “I love you, Master.” “I love you, Gabrielle. Take care of yourself, and our baby.” “I will. Don’t forget to get laid every now and then while you’re gone.” “I bet there aren’t many guys that get to hear that. I’ll do my best, dear.” *
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e epitome of the finest families just looked at him. Another curse hit Harry in the back, and his magic flared. Suddenly, curses flew from all direions, and a herical shield flashed to life around him. Harry had frozen momentarily. He didn’t know what to do, but the sight of this blatant attack in the middle of Diagon alley made him angry. Not really at the Death Eaters, but at all the bystanders. ey had a dreamshot, damn it. e Death Eaters were too busy trying to bring down his shield, and a couple of stunners would have done a great job decimating them. He stood there, inside his glowing shield, suddenly feeling very tired. e people of Magical Britain expeed him to save them, but wouldn’t li a bloody finger to help. Why the hell should he care? at was when he saw them. An emaciated werewolf, using the distraion to pick a pocket. e Selkie woman in tattered clothes hiding behind a barre l. Several eyes in strange colours looking out of Knockturn Alley and, remembering the fate that would have been bestowed on his Consort, he made a decision. He would return. He would beat Riddle. He would not do it for the wizarding world. He would do it for the Magical. He looked at his attackers with calculated rage from insid e the here. He knew it wouldn’t last much longer. “Come on, Stalebloods. Is that the best you can do? Reduo!” He didn’t really fire the curse, since he had no idea what would happen to the here if he did, but he enjoyed the contorted face of Lucius Malfoy as the coquettish man did exaly what he had hoped for. “Avada…” Harry quickly enlarged two bags, one of clothes and one of meat and blood that he had gotten from the goblin slaughterhouse below Gringott’s. As he had hidden them in his pocket, they ripped his pants to shreds. “…Kedavra.” As the green light flew at him, he made the bags explode with a ark of Sorcery, whiered the aivation word to the portkey, and disappeared. *
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When the echoes of the blast died down, everybody look ed towards the centre. ere was torn clothes, lots of blood and unrecognisable pieces of flesh and aer a few seconds the last piece of the horrible Still Life that would forever be etched in the minds of the Wizarding world, added itself when something landed on top of the small pile. e burnt and broken pieces of a Holly wand with a Phoenix feather core.
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Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax; Harry Potter, the boy-who-fell by Hieronymus Cosh Our hope, our hero, our saviour Harry Potter, e Boy Who Lived, fell yesterday. Under attack from more than thirty adult assailants, aided by large numbers of werewolves, banshee’s and dementors, his magnificent defences failed. All hope for our hero’s survival was crushed by the Ministry Aurors, who arrived fashionably late to the horrifying scene. e Aurors confirmed that the shattered remains on the scene was indeed Harry Potter. is is the reason the Dail y Prophet is as thin as it is today. We, the employees at this fine publication, are asking ourselves the very same questions that you, dear Readers, are. What will we do now? What will we do now?
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Nymphadora Tonks sat quietly at he desk at the Auror Headquarters. e people around her gave her a wide berth, knowing that she had aually been friends with Potter and also had been the one to gather up the remains aer performing the Identification ell, confirming that it was indeed Harry James Potter they were dealing with. With the additional evidence of Potter’s broken wand, identified by Mr Ollivander, no one had questioned her findings. She was an Auror, and one of the best. She had been trained unde r the Fudge administration. Of course she knew all the tricks when it came to tampering with evidence. Anyone who cast the standard identification ell on that pile of half minced cow would find that it was indeed Harry Potter. She knew very well that she could lose her job over this, maybe even go to Azkaban, but her choice was already made . He had wanted to disappear, and she had chosen to ree his wishes. “Wherever you are, Harry, I hope you are having the time of your life. I hope it was worth it.” she whiered to herself. She decided to take an early leave today. Maybe morph into something blonde and busty and get drunk and laid. She knew it wasn’t a very good plan, but she liked it. Harry owed her now. Big time. *
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changed approach, and tried to focus on conjuring a pair of boots. Lightning flashed, and a pair of boots appeared. ey were good boots, sturdy, heavy soles and high shas. ey even fit him decently enough. If they hadn’t been faintly pink, they would have been perfe. Aer a couple of tries, he managed to change the colour to a nondescript grey. He chuckled as he remembered Jenny omas’ advice. If he could, he would have brought them along to show her. e laces were still purple, but they weren’t so enough to tie properly. Harry was very happy tha t he had imagined the m laced but untied. On the other hand, he sure hadn’t imagined them pink, so maybe flawed imagining wasn’t the problem. He made a few attempts at making himself a cloak or a robe, and when he projeed a mental image of a cloak on a pile of branches, lightning finally happened and he had a cloak. It was a very strange cloak, though. It looked like it was made of a wizarding photo of a forest, but shimmering in a way that made it hard to look at. e main points in Harry’s mind though, was that it was so and warm and covered him up nicely. Aer some more fairly draining attempts, he had made himself a strily utilitarian outfit in grey. It didn’t really fit him very well, but good enough would have to do. He had barely registered the scream before he was running flat out towards it, odd cloak billowing behind him and ex-pink boots pumping. A woman was in danger. Damsel in Distress and all that. Someone needed a Hero! As he ran, it struck him that he was doing it again. He was rushing in half cocked, head first into danger. He stopped abruptly, and noticed that the urge to rush to the unknown woman’s aid was very strong. He blinked, and looked around with his Sorcerer’s sight engaged. e red tendril of light that was affeing him was easy to ot. A half-baked notion made him try and gra the tendril. He couldn’t, of course, but he did get a fair idea about where the woman was, and also that she was in real danger, and was terrified He picked up the pace again. Aer a few minutes, he stopped by a small hill. He could hear two men laughing on the other side. As he also could hear muted sobs, his temper flared. A quick look gave him no doubts about what was going on. When two men slowly walks up to a girl who is lying on the ground with what looked like a twisted ankle, the possibilities are quite few. When the girl, while in obvious pain, still tries to crawl away and the men are loosening their belts, there are no good options le. Sometimes you just have to jump in. As his anger rose, so did he, and the men barely had time to turn around before they were flung against a couple of trees, petrified, secured with thick ropes and, finally, stunned. Harry was close enough now to realise that the two were no older than him, even if they were a good deal larger. It made him even angrier. Slytherin goons wherever you bloody went! He turned to the girl. She was staring at him, with fear in her pretty yellow eyes. He realised that he must be a sight, in his strange cloak, boots and the remains of the rest of his clothes hanging like a peculiar grass skirt around his waist. He didn’t know that his eyes glowed in Sorcerer’s blue, and that lightning still flashed around his hands. He was a sight indeed.
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As he walked up to her, something stirred in his memories. He chose to ignore it for the time being, as the girl needed help. She tried to scurry away from him backwards but as he held up his hand, she froze. Aing on instin, he took her ankle in his hands and felt it through with his magic. As he could feel several things that weren’t as they should be, he made his magic corre them. e anklehad been broken, not twisted, but in his hands, the bone setand healed itself. e damaged tissue and muscles repaired themselves, as a so blue light shone between his hands. Now, he allowed that memory to surface. To his great surprise, it was one of his own. It was a page from e Monster book of Monsters. e description of a Norse magical predator, the Huldr. Shaped like beautiful women, the feral Huldr supposedly preyed on young men, preferably magical. e signs to look for were their yello w eyes, the large cavity I their backs and the tail. ey also had other beastly traits and signs, but those could easily be missed by the casual observer. ey were considered dangerous, but the book allowed that not all varieties were lethal. e smaller the tail, the more dangerous the Huldr, apparently. e Foxtailed Huldr was the exception, as they were considered very dangerous because of their powerful and dangerous magical abilities, but still had a large and disturbing tail.. He also remembered that they were supposed to possess near-human intelligence. In his book, that made them People, and that he should ignore the book. e girl in front of him had large, beautiful and terrified eyes. From what he saw of that tight, red wool vest, he wouldn’t mind examining her back, as well as associated areas. He quickly pushed that thought away. e girl was just almost raped, her green skirt was tornwith andblood. very dirty, and the white blouse sheher, wore under the vest was ripped and stained He extended his magic over checking for injuries. She closed her eyes and shuddered, but it wasn’t the kind of shudder he had expeed, the one of discomfort. He could sense a cracked rib, and he reached out and put his hand on her side, just under her breast. Her ga, when he channelled the healing sorcery into her had absolutely nothing to do with pain. Last, he had sensed a large bruise on her arse, and an injury he could not identify, but it was painful. When he asked her to turn around, she seemed very surprised, and said something he didn’t understand. Apparently, he was not in Britain any more. “Huldr?” he asked, and the girl suddenly looked crestfallen, and a tear aually made it out of her almond-s haped eyes. She seemed to sag as she nodded, and tried to take a submissive stance, while sitting on the ground. He gestured instead that he wanted her on all fours. at unknown injury must be to her tail. He was regaining his headache, and he was aually beginning to feel a bit queasy. He barely noticed that she was crying soly as she turned around.
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To his surprise, she pulled her torn skirt up over her back, and pulled her obviously tailor made white knickers to the side. Burying her face in her arms, she just waited. Harry, on his side, was absolutely stunned. He had known about the tail. He had been prepared to see something odd. He had not been prepared for something so incredibly beautiful as this wonderful thing, extending from her back. Yes, she had a nice arse, badly bruised or not, quite comparable to Gabrielle’s, and the hairless little quim was sort of tempting, but the incredible, thick, so, white-tipped foxtail just blew his mind. If anyone had asked him, he would not have thought that he would be turned on by a tail, but there he was. He couldn’t help but stroke it. He sensed the injury, and healed the rain without further ado. She shuddered again, and as he moved closer, she tensed up. As he put his hand on the large bruise, she jerked her head up, and looked at him in surprise. He released the Sorcery, healing the bruise, and probably some other stuff as well, since lightning crept all over her body. He had aually forgotten about the cut on her arm, but the lightning took care of that for him. He noticed some arks travelling along the tail, cleaning it and brushing it out, until it looked even more luxurious than before. When she was healed, the small bolts seemed to converge on her quim, sending her into a forceful orga sm, powerful enough to aually make her squirt. Harry had never seen such a thing before, and felt immensely proud of it. His headache and nausea overtook him again, and he almost fell down. e girl un around, catching him with surprising strength. She looked at him with those lovely yellow eyes, with her surpri se still evident. Aer a while of what seemed like lookin g for the words, she oke. “You know Huldr?” “A little, yes.” “You cut not. Why?” “What?” She took on a shy and hopeful look before continuing. “You like... tail?” “It’s lovely. So so and beautiful.” “I take you to Father. Father talk England ... English.” She stood, pulling him up without much effort. Her fear and weakness seemed to be completely gone as she led him through the forest. His head was pounding, and she turned a few times and looked at him with concern. Every time he felt like stopping to rest for a while, he would be struck by how great her arse was, and the movements of the tail under the skirt became more pronounced. Aer a few times, she turned to face him. “Sorry. I use Huldr pull to move you on. You sick. Must go to Father. I use trick to help. Come now. Soon close to carry, far yet.” He followed her while trying to figure out what she just said. She was using some kind of Allure to help him move along, and she did it to get him to her father. She saw that he
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It was dark when he woke up, too. e darkness faded to grey, and ended up as blackand-white vision, as his enhanced eyes adapted. He began looking for his glasses, when he remembered that they were probably still on his bedside table at the Leaky Cauldron, where he had le them half a life ago. He looked around the room. Above him were the naked roof beams of a low ceiling. Across the room from the headboard of the bed was a window with a heavy curtain over. To his right, there was a door with the turning plate that indicated a loo, and to his le was another door, that he assumed led to the rest of the house. ere were built-in beds in the wall next to the door, but they were empty, except for two bundles of clothes and some things he couldn’t readily recognise. e bed was large, but he still didn’t have much room to move. e reason was not the lovely girl from the forest, lying naked on his le side, and whose long black hair was read over the pillow like a dark halo of delight. She took the time to look at her. She was lying on her stomach, with her face turned towards him, and a sheet was covering her lower body and, sadly, her beautiful tail. She was very beautiful in a feral, exotic way. Her ears was slightly pointed, and there was a fringe of black fur along the edges and on the back side of them. Her nose was quite small, and her cheek bones were high and pronounced. Her lips were full and very sexy. As they were slightly parted, he could see the slightly enlarged incisors that made her look dangerous and adorable all at once. Black fur grew in a band from he r neck down to the tail, blac k near the head and progressively redder the further down it got. Well, he assumed it was red, anyway. At this time, he could only see it changing grey. Her back was slightly more arched than the human backs he had seen, but there was no trace of the cavity mentioned in the book. He turned to the reason there was little room in the bed, the unknown girl on his right. She was also without clothes, and he could clearly see why she slept on her back, even if he wondered how she could breathe. Her breasts were absolutely enormous. ere were not enough letters in the alphabet to describe the cup size, and mere cups wouldn’t get very far anyway. Her nipples were very large and what he thought could be described as puffy. e top side of those giant knocke rs were also covered in a light fur. He battled his instins into submission, and looked at the girls face. She was incredibly cute, and he could vividly imagine her as being sexy as hell. She had a tiny squirrel nose, and slightly large front teeth enhan cing the squirrel impr ession. What truly nailed it was the sight of the large tail that reached all the way up her back. It was decidedly squirrely, and he realised that he was in the company of two sexual predators, predators he really wanted to get to know better. He also realised that he needed that loo, badly. As he thought about how to get out of the bed, a blue light read over his body, and he levitated out of bed. He thought that would a neat trick,some if he time, couldhe learn to contr ol it. He was got into the loo himself.beAs this took looked around. ere a largish hot and tub relieved in there, with a strange pipe contraption above that he assumed was some kind of shower. He found a toothbrush that seemed new, and freshened up a bit before sneaking back to bed. e unknown girl had shied a bit and he noticed that the sheet had shied enough to reveal that she too was hairless between her legs. It was sort of funny that they would be fur clad
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in unusual places, but bare where you would expe hair growth. He also saw now that she looked a bit worn and tired, even sleeping. Before he tried sneaking back into bed between the two lovely Huldr girls, he tried to remember everything he could about the Huldr, and also about this illness. He knew he couldn’t really expe Gabrielle to have made any progress already, but you never knew. e thing that jumped forth in his mind was a letter, and he remembered it well enough to read it. Beloved Master ank you. I’m home again. I’m afraid I had to give you awa y a little bit, but Fleur wants to meet you, so she can kiss you silly, and I believe Mama has made similar plans. Poor Papa understands that he really can’t understand, but he is accepting. It is hard for him to accept my pregnancy and he went on a bit of a rant about his “little girl”. I think I shook him out of it and his face, when I told him that I would have loved it if you had fucked me exclusively in my arse, as long as I would be permitted to taste your semen, was highly amusing. I believed that I managed to drive home that I am not a “little girl”. I am Veela. I am bonded to a sorcerer I happen to love, and have loved since long before the Bonding. So there. Enough about me for now. Your ruse worked brilliantly, and I believe you have a very good friend among the Aurors. e meat was identified as your remains by a very pretty girl with pink hair. Anyone you know? May I help you thank her? She was very pretty. Britain is in shock, and no one doubts your death, at least publicly. You’re safe. I am a little concerned about your friends, though. Perhaps I could write them a letter through Miss Granger, since I sense that you trust her discretion. Maybe adding a passus, asking her to thank the pink haired cutie for you? My presence in Britain was largely unknown, and if I write it anonymously, she would be hard pressed to ascertain my identity. Besides, If she is focused on finding me, she will not be looking for you. Caradoc Pritchard and his lovely pet bird has made the news as well, so if I would deliver a letter myself as a falcon, I can watch her reonse if I wait for her answer. e link between you and Caradoc would be well established by then. e reality of that link should probably be best kept secret for now, though. I miss you, Master. I miss feeling you move inside me, the taste of your semen, and the feeling of it inside me. Please, Master, have sex soon. at’s my only release. Fondling myself just doesn’t cut it. I can feel you, and your presence, constantly. If you concentrate, I can see through your eyes. Perhaps you can answer this way. Soon, our link
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Well, that didn’t do much for his peace of mind where two beautiful sleeping girls were concerned. He liked the idea of letting Hermione know, and he concentrated on that, hoping that Gabrielle would pick up on it, and write the letter. He had been a little too busy lately to have time to worry about his friends, and he didn’t know how long he had been out of it. If his so beard was any me asure, it had been at least a week, since he could feel the stubble. He knew it didn’t grow very fast, unfortunately. For the first time, he noticed that he himself was fully dressed. As he was getting tired again, he slipped out of his conjured clothes, and tried to sneak into bed. He wormed his way up from the foot of the bed, and he thought he had made it without bothering the girls when he saw the unknown girl looking at him. “Hello,”she whiered. “I’m Disa. You are Hasse, for the time being at least. Let Jorunn sleep if you can. She hasn’t le your side for three days. How do you feel?” She was smiling, but the signs of fatigue were even more pronounced when she was awake. “All right, I guess. Tired, though. How about you? You don’t look so well.” “It’s nothing. I was supposed to feed yesterday, but I can wait to tomorrow. You know a little about us, right?” “Not really. You are supposed to be vicious monsters, who needs to be killed on sight, I think. I don’t really believe that book is very accurate. What do you need? Can I help?” “Squirreltails like me need both energy, like you fed Jorunn, and also material sustenance. To put it bluntly, may I suck you? I don’t think you can manage the power you zapped her with yet.” “Did I get that right? You need semen? Frankly, I’m not sure I can get it up right now, and I’m dead tired. I wish I could help you, though. Hmm. Wait a second.” He summoned the healing power, and was a bit surprised at how easy it was. He brought the power to his le hand and stroked her tail. Lightning flowed from him along the silky tail, andclearly she tensed up andthebitsweet her lips as she through anapparently intense orgasm. Harry recognised scent, andshuddered surmised that Huldr squirted when they came as a rule. She was almost purring two minutes later as she stretched, basking in the aerglow. Her incredible breasts were even more prominent, with nipples extending a whole inch. He forced himself to ignore them, and made his eyes settle on her face. She was wearing a decidedly feral smile, as he felt her hand slide up his
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leg. Her eyes went wide as she felt him. Deite his exhaustion, he had risen to full mast, and she appeared transfixed by this. She sat up jerkily, and stared at his crotch. “ I... I need this,”she stuttered. “I need this right now. Please?” Approximately half a second aer his nod, half of his length was buried in her mouth. She was incredible. e sheer pressure was almost enough for him to lose it, and she had the most incredible tongue. It felt very long, and was rather coarse some times, and silky on others. As her head bobbed at a leisurely pace her tongue was working overtime. She tried to deepthroat him a couple of times, but he was probably too big. She rubbed her giant boobs against him, and he reached out towards her arse, stroking it and her tail. She reonded eagerly to his caresses, and as he pressed his finger against her tight little ass, she aually managed to take him down her throat. She started moaning, and Harry could feel the pressure build. He made the “Veela Back Door Fun-charm” , and felt his index finger slip into her arse. As her whipping tongue carried him close, he sent little bursts of power through his thumb, located on her clitoris, and the index finger in her arse. She shuddered and kept bobbing, taking him deeper and deeper until he came, and as he did, so did she, illing sweet fluid all over his hand. She swallowed and swallowed, relishing every drop. He smiled at her eagerness as she proceeded suck any remaining cum out of his cock. Sheasleep. turned to face him, and gave him a lovely, to content smile, and without further ado, he fell *
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Dear Miss Granger. Harry is alive. He is safe, he’s happy, but due to circumstances outside his control, he has been separated from his homework. I believe you will agree with Master Pritchard and myself that learning combat- and survival skills may have a greater positive impa on Mr Potter’s future than any lengthy essay on the joyous event of Uranus and Jupiter converging, or the shelf-life of the Rosea Arica tinure. At this time, no one knows exaly where Mr Potter is. He has some idea of where he is, but not exaly. Neither do I, and the people he’s staying with does not know or care about who he is. I know he intends to be on the Hogwart’s express in September, so further questions will have to wait until then. You may share this information at your discretion, but he wishes to keep his continuing good health as secret as possible. e only person who must not be informed under any circumstances is your headmaster. Mr Potter ecificPritchard. about that. ere may further either fromwas me,very or Master Guinevere hasbe been askedmissives, to wait, in case yo u wish to send a note or two to Mr Pot ter. As a securi ty measure, he will not get the notes themselves, but he will get to read them. Just don’t expe answers until September. On behalf of the House of Potter, I would like to ask you to convey our gratitude to the lovely Ms
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Ms. Anne rope. Gabrielle blotted the parchment, cast some charms to erase any inadvertent magical traces, and folded it up. On an impulse, she unhooked her medallion, applied a dollop of blue sealing wax and pressed the medallion into it. She smiled as Magic shimmered, and the pressed image inverted itself, allowing the fine lettering to be read. She changed shape, and put her talon by the piece of string that tied the letter to her leg on it’ s own. She took a final look at the map, and set out through the window. is would be a long and interesting trip. *
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Of cabbages and kings; As soon as he awoke, Harry knew that he wasn’t alone in the room. From his experience the last time he woke up he had expeed that, but there was no one in the bed with him, and he had the impression that his company was male. Correion, two males. He felt for his magic, and found it ready and waiting. He made a proteive barrier, and merged it with his skin before he let on that he was awake. “Bravo, young man. It may not take so long to teach you aer all.” He recognised the voice as Jorunn’s father, so he opened his eyes to get a proper face to go with the voice. As he opened his eyes, he saw two men sitting by the window. e eaker, who he remembered vaguely from his arrival, was a short, stocky figure. His arms and shoulders oke of immense physical strength, and his head and arms were reddish, and completely devoid of hair. e other man would have been very frightening to anyone who hadn’t met Hagrid. He was a huge, blonde man, with his hair and beard tied into braids, secured by red string. He was not as… large as Hagrid was, but toned and fit, like a warrior or a decathlon athlete. e two men were dressed in similar styles, with tight leather vests laced over their chests, and tight leather trousers that went just a little below the knee. “ere has been a few snags since the plan was made, but we’ll work around them. I am Sören, but most people call me Surt, and if you remember, the girl you helped, Jorunn, is my daughter. I am a Wilder, which is basically a strange kind of squib to you, and as such, I will be your main tutor in the mornings. is is Leif. As you can see, he’s part Muellheim Giant. He will teach you in the aernoons. Disa, the girl you fed yesterday, is his daughter. e boys who attacked Jorunn are also his sons. His English isn’t very good, but he wishes to thank you, both for helping Disa, and for letting the boys live. ose boys have gotten all the bad traits of their ancestry, and they have worn out all excuses. Leif turned them over to the Fjärdingsmen himself.” “Hello,” Harry said, “I’m Hasse, I think. Just to clear things up a bit, I have no idea about any plans. Since my new power eme rged, I have just done things, one aer the 47
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other. I was handed abroken portkey to get here, and I have no idea where here is, except it’s somewhere in Scandinavia. To start with, how long have I been here, and how will this work?” “You come week since,” Leif rumbled. “Jorunn look aer you, make daughter best friend Disa help. Disa helped, but got ill with hunger , but not leave friend . You shall know, we try help Jorunn and Disa feed but not strong enough, they never have enough. Disa happy, healthy more now than for long time. Jorunn gone whole week on what you did in forest aer filthy sons steal all her energy. at fantastic. I teach you. Real magic that gets done. Surt make strong, I make fast, Wife make wise and girls make last. You be in top shape. Surt teach idea of sorcery, I teach beastway, earthway, and war. Wife teach secrets and mystic. Girls teach healing and other good things. You be good fast.” “If you could make sense of my friend’s attempt at English, Ican add that you will be living here. is room is yours fo r your stay. You will help me in the smith y in the mornings, and then you will cross the lake to Leif’s place. He will give you the praicals. I’mabitcuriousaboutsomething. Jorunntoldmeabouthowyoumet. Couldyoudescribe what you did to her, and what she did? Remember that we know full well what our daughters are, because we might just have met their mothers.” “Okay. I recognised her as a Huldr pretty soon, and I understood that my textbook from school couldn’t be right about her being a monster. Monsters don’t cry in fear. I knew she was hurt, so I felt her through with my magic, and started to heal her.Apparently,she liked that. When I asked if she was a Huldr, she did something very strange. I signed that I wanted her to turn over, so I could heal a large bruise on her bum. I had just proven that I can heal through clothes, but she lied her skirt and pulled her knickers aside. She was very surprised that I just healed her, and she seemed even more surprised that I hadn’t cut something, and that I liked that beautiful tail of hers. What was that all about?” “She expeed you to penetrate her reum, and cut her tail off. at would have made her your slave until the tail had grown back again. With a full-blooded Huldr, that might be to save your Ilife, you findwith yourself in athat situation.wife, at’ s what of us the did only to theway girl’s mothers. hadif Gunlög me, as wonderful for threeboth years. Saga stayed for four years with Leif, but squirreltails have more tail to regrow. Also, most people are disgusted by the tails. Now that you know, would you have aed differently, had you known about it then?” Harry was more than a little revolted by the idea, and even more that she had offered it to him. “No. Absolutely not. I have a Bonded Consort, but the bonding was her choice, and done on her terms. You are talking of stealing someone’s free will and that’s something I just won’t do if I can help it. I’m resourceful enough to get me out of most things alive without having to enslave anyone.” of us have the luxury of that choice. Youhas should knowit.that byrefuse the Old she could“Few be considered your property now, and she invoked I can it, Law, if I have reason, but I want to get to know you a bit first. Yes, you’re a Sorcerer, or you will be once we’ve trained you up a bit, but that says nothing about you as a man. For the girl’s sake, and ours, we won’t try to keep you apart. You are good for them. You aren’t threatened by Huldr power. You have more than enough to keep a hundred Huldr sated, and Disa
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says you’re overachieving in other areas as well. As far as Jorunn is concerned, well, in her eyes, she’s yours.” “Great. No offence, but I don’t even know her. I just helped her when she needed help, that’s all. I did the same thing to Disa. I could help, so I did.” e two older men broke out in laughter. “Friend, this girls are very decided. Jorunn is yours. She said it. e girls share all. ey will persuade you to make Sorcerer’s Bond. We can say nothing to that. Get to know them, learn about Huldr magic, then make your decision. We see if we give blessing. My wife Vala, she has seen stepdaughter with powerful man and more wives. She sometimes wrong. One in hundred maybe.” e huge man grinned at Harry’s stunned expression. “Leif, my friend, I think you broke him. He’s British. ey’re supposed to be prudes, remember? “Now Hasse, I know you have a thousand questions, but if you can stand my prepared eech for a few minutes, much might be clearer. Or not. Anyway, welcome to Seidheim. You are currently in the magical nation of Ultima ule, the Far North. Just a couple of leagues north of here lies the point where the Muggle borders of Sweden, Norway and Finland meet. “isis a reservation for those of non-human lineage who have problems living in the Muggle world. When the plans were made that you would come here, things were very different. In those days, this was pretty much the only magical habitat in Scandinavia. A couple of years ago, the prime minister of Muggle Sweden was a squib like me, and he had enough laws passed to allow most of our former residents to move out and integrate themselves in the Muggle world. is place is still a sanuary, since most non-humans have things they need to hide in the ordinary society, and some just can’t hide.” “Like me. No one believe I has platform shoes,” Leif injeed with a grin. “Others have tails, or horns. Our next door neighbo ur have a body that turns into water every now and then, so most of those who have le usually come here during the summer to relax a bit. Here, it’s okay for a Huldr to hunt, just not to hurt anyone. All our polymorphs may change as they see fit, and we all help caring for our indigenous magical beasts. “We have more than short-snouts, you know. We also have our library. at is the reonsibility of the Valas. “at is the reason why we can help you, and why we can still do that even though so much about our life has changed in the past decade. I have studied the magical theory of Sorcery for years, since Wilder magic is a lot closer to Sorcery than to wand-magic. “Now, to explain a few things about that. Feel free to interrupt me if you already know this, but since you’re British, I rather doubt you do. Magic is all around us, and it comes from us too. We have magical cores, that produce a certain amount of magic all the time. “So far, when you’ve cast a ell, you have released a suitable dollop of your own magic, and shaped it with your wand. You have produced swirls and patterns in it, and aivated it with the intent hidden in the incantation.
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“Now, however, you no longer move and work in the magic field, you are part of it. You have no need to make shapes in the air with a stick, since you can just make those movements in the magic happen by will. “Your wish is your wand. Now, this is a whole new way of thinking about magic for you, so we will begin working in the smithy, you and I. I will teach you to work with metal, and the only magic that will work in a smithy is Sorcery. ere is too much iron and magnetics for the swirls of wand-magic to work. It doesn’t bother me, and it doesn’t bother Sorcery. Oh, Wilders like myself have cores like wizards, but the power is tied to a certain thing, or talent. I am good with heat. I can melt metal or cool it down in seconds, without losing it’s struure. “Dead useful for a blacksmith. Once we have you using it, Leif will teach you to do things with it. Battle is only the beginning. ere’s some theory to learn as well, and Leif’s wife will deal with that. It’ll be a while before that happens, though. You will meet Sigyn soon enough. “Don’t let her frighten you. In the diionary, there should be a piure of her by the words ’Straightforward’ and ’one track minded’. She can make me blush sometimes, and I am a man who is raising a Huldr, and lived with one for years. “She exchanged letters with your mother for a long time. We have been prepared for you, Hasse. We will teach you man y things. One thing that is good to know in dealing with strong-willed women is knowing when to fold, and we promised the girls that we wouldn’t tire you too much. I think they have some serious persuasion planned. Have fun, and may Frej bless you.” “at was long eech,” the giant said to his bald friend. ”You have to warn of wife?” “It’s only fair. If Sigyn chases him away, Disa will be very unhappy, and when those two start screaming at each other, my windows rattle.” “I not think of that. ank you.” He turned to the dumbstruck man in the bed and stood up, or at least tried to. He was probably taller than Hagrid. Harry realised that Leif must have been sitting on the floor, and the size of the man made the room look like a playhouse. e part giant rumbled amicably at him. “She may be Huldr, but is daughter. I think you are good man. You do right, and make her happy. Not easy being Huldr. No man can feed her full without hurt. She not mean to do it, but one man almost dead this year when she draw life from him. You have magic life. It will not run out. She not find better man. Surt make you strong, I make you good and wife make you wise. Tomorrow, we get to know you and me.” Surt smiled, and added, “Yeah. What he said. Come on, Leif. Let him relax before the girls get here. Hasse, come down to the smithy when you’re done. is time of year, we don’t really keep regular business hours. Good luck.” e two men, one short and stocky, the other simply huge, le, laughing goodnaturedly at his predicament. Harry got out of bed, and hit the bathroom. Aer staring at the pipe contraption over the tub for about a minute, he thought he had figured the taps and knobs out. He got in, and quickly revised his conclusions. Aer trying to adjust the temperature, thereby starting a new set of nozzles, and generally making a complete
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mess of everything, he decided that he was soaked enough and turned everything off and started washing. He noticed absent-mindedly that it was the same kind of soap and shampoo that he used at Hogwarts, but he didn’t really think about it. Once he was completely covered in suds, he dared to twist a few knobs, and was aually able to make the shower comfortable, although he had no idea how. Across the bathroom was a mirror, and he was more than a little surprised at his beard. He was way too young to have a beard like that, and he didn’t even own a razor, much less know how to use one. He also saw his own towel on a rack, as well as one of the Gryffindor robes from the Prefe’s bathroom. He got out of the shower, dried himself and put the robe on. When he got out to the bedroom, he saw his trunk standing at the foot of the bed, and the linen had been changed to the same satin-like sheets he was used to from school. On top of the trunk was a letter, but since it was written in Norse runes, he couldn’t read it. He carefully considered evenhis ts. normal e talksoaps with and the two men was strange, but not really myste these rious.latest Finding his trunk herebloody could be explained with involuntary Sorcery, but he hadn’t even thought of the robes from the prefe’s bathroom since he was there himself. With all these fas carefully lined up, he pondered them and reached the conclusion that something very strange was going on, and he didn’t have a clue. He was interrupted in his musings by a knock on the door. It opened before he had a chance to say anything, and revealed a remarkable vision. e girls had prepared. Jorunn was carrying a strange looking bowl, and herself like a queen. How a girl, just slightly taller than Harry himself, could have legs that went on forever was a mystery that he was more than eager to investigate. She was wearing white shorts that were legs, further embellished by sandals with a slight heel.cut A high, shirt,emphasizing tied up underher herincredible breasts was doing a brilliant job of disrupting his blood flow, as she was apparently the only thing under it. Parts of the shirt appeared to indicate a freezing temperature, but since the knot seemed to be close to slipping, it didn’t seem to bother her much. Her hair was hanging loose, like a black waterfall all the way down her back, ending just above the wonderful foxtail that was swinging slowly with her movements. Her yellow eyes was slightly emphasized by a little touch of eye-liner, and some other traces of make-up enhanced her beauty to celestial levels. She was smoking hot, beautiful and almost intimidating. She was eyeing him with feral lust, and he had no doubt that she could rip his clothes right off, if she thought he was too slow. Still, he got the strange impression that she was also incredibly shy at the moment. He couldn’t quite make the impressions match, so he filed them away for the moment. As he turned his attention to Disa, he almost thought he could hear Gabrielle howl with delight. A faded yellow halter-neck dress shouldn’t have any chance of containing those incredible boobs, and hers wasn’t even trying. Apparently she was a redhead, something he hadn’t been able to see in his greyish night-vision. Reddish-blonde might be a better description, though. She had a nice tan, a
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few freckles and combined with her blindingly white smile, she looked almost ridiculously healthy. Her lovely hair was cut a little shorter, but it still reached far down her back and mingled with her bushy tail that was raised against her back. He intended to find out if there was a hole cut in the dre ss, or if it was just sticking out from under it. e thin sundress was certainly short enough. She was carryinga tray with a bar of soap, a brush and a razor, and Harry finallygot the idea. He remembered that he could trust them, since he had fed them what they needed. Huldr were feral creatures, much wilder than the highly civilized Veela, but they had a code of honour that compelled them to prote and care for those they had fed from. “Hello again, Hasse. We thought we should pamper you a bit,” Disa said with a smile. “We should talk some, so that Jorun n can get the nerve up to eak for herself. Most Scandinavians understand English, but it’s much harder to eak it.” “You are doing just fine. Jorunn, you did just fine too, in the forest. You don’t need to sound perfe, as long as I understand you. Why is that so different between you? “at’s because I can put a shrinking charm on my… more noticeable parts, and pass for human enough to go to public school, where we learn English. Jorunn goes to A.B.A, the Aurora Borealis Academy, our local Magic school. Her magic is stronger than mine, so she needs to learn to control it, but they don’t teach English there. Unfortunately, the Department for Magical Integration don’t allow Foxtails to enter public schools anyway.” “ey think we too danger. ey right. You not afraid?” Jorunn said, with a strange mix of emotions in her voice. He could hear some fear, some hope and loads of shyness. He decided to answer her voice, rather than her question. “Jorunn, the past week has proved that I can trust you. I have been quite helpless, and you have cared for me. I need to know more, but I’ve been told that the thing about you that might be dangerous to others is no threat to me. I like what I’ve seen of you so far, and I’m certainly not going to drive you away. You slept naked in the same bed as me, so I don’t really understand why you are shy.” As he finished, she blushed a delightful crimson and oke rapidly to Disa, who translated. “e thing is that you are very different to the boys we know. We are used to having the upper hand, but we don’t with you. People are afraid of our powers, they find us sexy and alluring and very, very dangerous. You are not a bit afraid of us, and you like our tails. We have always hidden them. When you stroked my tail last night, I was shocked and you will never believe how Jorunn felt in the forest. She offered herself to you, and you stroked the part we have learned is repulsive to others. It was completely new to both of us. Another thing is that thanks to you, we are both fully fed for the first time ever, and no one was hurt by it. It’s wonderful, and I can say, here and now, that if you can keep me feeling as well as I am now, I will follow you for the rest of my life.” “ere’s no need. You should know, though, that I already have a Consort, a Veela…” “A Veela? Like Fleur Delacour?” Disa interrupted, eyes ablaze. “Disa like girls like boys do. Big crush on French girl. You know Fleur?” “Yes, I know Fleur. She’s dating my best friend’s brother, I think, and my Consort is her sister.”
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“You mean Gabrielle? e one you…I mean Harry Potter saved from the lake?” “at’s the one. She’s in France right now, studying for me. She’s sending me information about Huldr right now. I guess she has seen you through my eyes.” “Is she… is she the jealous type?” Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “No, Disa. Definitely not. Give me a second here.” He closed his eyes, and searched for the faint feel of Gabrielle’s presence. Gabrielle, are you there? ∼ ∼ Yes, Master. Did I see right? Are those Huldr? ∼ Yes, love. What do you think? ∼ ∼
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them as soon as you can. If you could wait a few minutes before you take them, I would be grateful, though. I’d rather not have an orgasm in mid-air over water. If you can hold off fucking them for a half hour, I’ll reach shore, but mind the girl’s you’re with first, love. ∼ ∼ Half an hour shouldn’t be a problem. Be careful. I want to have you around for a very long time. ∼ ∼ I love you, Master. I don’t take risks with your baby inside me. Fleur would never forgive me. She’s already buying fashion clothes in tiny sizes. ∼ ∼ Very funny. Remind her that they might be out of fashion when the baby’s born. I mean it, Gabrielle. Stay safe. I love you. ∼ Harry got a melting feeling through the link, and reminded himself to say that more oen. ∼ I love you more than life, my Master. Right now, though, I have some tricky winds to mind and you have two impressive sets of breasts that I would love to help you with. I will call on you later, love. Make them howl. ∼ Harry opened his eyes, and looked straight into Jorunn’s. Hers was wide, and a little moist. “She’s definitely not the jealous type. In fa, she really wants to meet you, so I’ll see what I can do about that.” “You tell her you have Huldr in room and not turn green?” “Yes. My beloved Consort and I have a Bond. She would know anyway, since she can feel what I feel, at least a bit of it. Also, she really wants me to Bond more Consorts, but I’m not quite there yet, myself.” He felt Disa’s boobs press against his back, as she pulled him backwards. “en, we’d better get you there,” she purred in his ear. “Now, sit down so we can shave you. e two of us are furry en ough for all of us, I think. We should cut your hair, too. It’s better to have short-cropped hair in the smithy. Sit down, my Lord, and let
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your handmaidens do their job. We will tell you about us, and you will tell us about the bonding, and this Consort thing.” He grinned at her over -the-top seduive voice but sat down. e girls moved in perfe harmony as they pulled his robe down to his waist, visibly struggling not to pull it all off. He was seated on a steel frame chair, and he was quite shocked when the girls grabbed the steel pipes of the backrest, simply bending them with no visible effort, so that he could lean back against the desk . He closed his eyes and basked in the feelin g as the girls whipped up the shaving soap and lathered his chin up. is was great. e girls oke soly in that language he didn’t know. When he concentrated, though, he was beginning to pick up on some familiar words and phrases. Obviously, his magic was beginning to teach him their language. “Hasse, you said that we weren’t monsters, and you were partly right. We need other people’s life energy to survive, but if we allow ourselves to feed like we were meant to, the man we feed from dies. Controlling that is very hard for us. “ I almost killed a man last month , just by letting my control slip a bit. Jorunn has never fed naturally. She’s more wild, feral than I am, and her control isn’t very good. She survives by drawing power ’cold’ from my father. at means there’s no sex involved. Father has lots of life energy since he’s so large. I need less energy than she does, but I need… semen, was it? Yes. Well, not only do I need it, but I love it. With boobs like these it’s not hard to find donors, but it’s not very much fun, really. You are the first one who has managed to fill both my needs at the same time. Do you have any idea how much you cum? It’s incredible. You’re so delicious.” She was combing his hair as Jorunn shaved him. eir arms never touched by accident, and they passed brushes and soap to each other without a word. Sometimes, Disa would take the razor half way through a stroke, and he wouldn’t feel it. It was like having one mind controlling both girls. eir movements matched perfely. Jorunn swung her leg over his, and straddled him. He felt her slipping, and without thinking, his arms moved to him, secureand her. Aseyes he made thelike necessary grab He for smiled her lovely, widely at her looked liquid gold. backfirm andbutt, keptshe hissmiled hands were they were, lightly rubbing the base of her tail. She almost purred, and continued to shave him. “As you might have been able to tell, we are a bit stronger than humans. Our bodies are denser, so it’s hard for us to swim. We don’t really float. We can, by filling our lungs to the limit, but it’s oen easier for us to drop and run over the bottom of a lake if we need to cross it. We can hold our breaths for a very long time. Do you know of Huldr magic? No? Well we are forest dwellers srcinally. Our power is to do with plants and things that grow. We do not stumble in the forest, because roots and things move away from our feet. We can call fresh water from the ground, and find food anywhere. We have some prowess in talking to animals, but Dad can teach you more about that. “I am also quite gied with Glamours. I have a tiny little magical core, and glamours are pretty much what it’s good for. is squirrelly face is mostly a glamour. We are called squirreltails, because of our tails, nothing else. My natural face is more dangerous-looking. I’m pretty much wearing a mask to keep from scaring people. I am as much a predator as Jorunn is, but pretending to be a cute little thing, hunting is easier. Guys find it cute
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when I go straight for thei r nuts, and yes, I have hear d every joke. Onward, now. We are very good healers. We cannot heal ourselves, of course, but Surt thinks that we need to know how to keep our prey healthy, and that’s why the skill developed. We are both half-blooded, so we can eat normal food. We don’t really need that, though. We drink, of course, but everything is used up, so the lower part of our digestive system is pretty much only used for bonding.” “You too? Do you know if Huldr and Veela are related? You are similar in quite a few ways. When I bonded Gabrielle, it was mostly an accident, but a nice one.” “Surt thinks we are related. Mum does too, my step mum, that is. He should be the one to explain, though. We are running out of time, I think.” She giggled, and indicated towards Jorunn. e feral girl on his lap was grinding against him with heavy-lidded eyes, and her nipples were clearly pointing at him. To his surprise, her eyes were literally glowing, making her eyelids tranarent. “Yes, I forgot. When we are very excited, we can serve as night lights too. Now, I think you should be careful with Jorunn. She has never dared to come this close to a man before. You have the upper hand, you know. You may not believe it, but we really want to lose our virginities today. I think we should really get the questions out of the way before we get too preoccupied to care. What’s a consort?” “You two are virgins? I believe you, but it’s not easy.” “Oh, I’ve sucked a lot, but during aual sex, we start to feed instinively. We haven’t dared before.” She breathed in his ear. “Consorts?” “Oh yeah. It’s like a wife, but not as legally binding. Gabrielle can do most things a wife could, but if I ever get a wife, my children with her will inherit before the children of a consort. en there’s no real age limit for Consorts, and parental consent is not needed. All it really takes is my declaration and the girl’s consent. Also, you can only have one wife, but any number of Consorts. It’s like a legally privileged concubine. To me, it’s the only option. I’m too young. ” “How old are you? Not that it matters, but still?” “I’m fieen. You?” “We’re both seventeen. We have been adults for two years, and here, so have you. By the way, multiple marriages are legal here, and Britain recognises them. Just a thought. Now, we’re clearly out of time. We are done now. Jorunn, feel free to relax.” e black haired beauty on his lap locked her eyes on his, and untied the shirt. She had the most amazing bust he had ever seen. He would be the first to admit to not having seen that many, but he was ready to bet serious money that not many men had ever seen a double set. She had a large pair with lovely dark nipples, looking hard enough to hurt. Right below them was a second, much smaller pair, with pinker nipples but just as ere. He could feel her shyness return, and quickly reassured her by sliding his hands up to caress her lower breasts as he took one of her upper nipples in his mouth. She threw her head backwards and made a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. She pushed up against him, and he could feel her tail whi p against his legs.
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Suddenly, a third hand showed up, caressing the remaining breast. Disa smiled at him over Jorunn’s shoulder, and showed him her hand. He made a start as he saw her claws slide out. She lowered her hand, and ripped Jorunn’s shorts to shreds with a few carefully measured slashes, before she dropped out of sight. He didn’t really wonder where she had gone, since he felt her release his member from his bathrobe almost immediately. Her amazing tongue was soon all over it, and she tried valiantly to take it all again. Her mouth disappeared, and he felt a lovely warm pressure that he assumed was her incredible boobs. Disa was still keeping busy, and since Jorunn’s moans raised an oave, Harry ventured a guess as to where Disa’s long tongue was. Jorunn bent down to kiss him, and he met her. e kiss was wild, filled with feral desir e and a deerate need. She was grinding against him, pressing her delightful body against his like she just couldn’t get enough of conta. She wanted him, to be as close to him as possible, and Disa picked up on the anti-subtle clues and positioned his cock at her opening. Her eyes opened wide, and as she began to lower herself, she was panting. She was very tight, even tighter than Gabrielle. He could feel every crease, he felt her pulse as she pushed herself down his length. As he reached her maidenhead, she locked her eyes on his again and whiered in a surprisingly so voice, “I am yours, I belong to you. Please, enjoy me as you wish.” With that, she pushed down forcefully. She cried out as he felt something tear, and she collapsed against him. She was still for a couple of seconds, before she continued pushing until most of his length was inside her. She kissed him again, slowly, but with a burning passion that seared his mind. He started pushing back, coaxing gas from the Hul dr straddling him. He gathered her close, and slid his arms under her knees and lied her as he stood up. She was indeed heavier than she looked, but he could carry her to the bed without trouble. He laid her down, and as she looked up at him with longing and desire, he pushed into her amazingly tight opening. He looked down, and the sight of her hairless little pussy stretched out to accommodate his oversized cock almost made him cum right then. Jorunn must have sensed it, since she whiered to him, “Let it come. We get you up again. We have long time. Please come in Disa’s mouth. She want it, and I want to see.” By their side was Disa. She was staring at his cock, as it disappeared inside her friend. He kept pushing into the black haired girl, as he pulled the redhead closer until her head rested on Jorunn’s tight little stomach. He started alternating his strokes between Jorunn’s pussy and Disa’s mouth until he got to the point where he nodded to Jorunn, who swily rolled out as he buried his member inside the red-head’s mouth. And then, he came. He could almost feel his balls contra as he unloaded into the young Huldr’s mouth. Jorunn was staring, transfix ed, as her friend swallowed again and again . Finally, she couldn’t keep up, and she released his cock to shoot the last bursts onto her fantastic breasts where it stuck in her light fur. Jorunn leant forward, taking him hesitantly in her mouth, then started sucking eagerly. When he was completely drained, she licked her friend’s breasts clean. He reached
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for Jorunn’s tail and started rubbing the base. He didn’t go completely so, and the sight of the beautiful Huldr licking another’s breasts clean quickly got him hard again. He got behind her, grabbed her tail and pushed himself to the bottom of her pussy in one fluid movement. She howled as he finally released his power, letting blue lightning run all over her body. It illed over to Disa, and as Jorunn came in a thundering, howling orgasm, he moved until he was between the squirrel-tailed girl’s legs. She looked at him with naked longing, and he put the tip against her wet openin g. He pushed in about an inch, then withd rew with a smile. She whined and tried to follow him, but he kept away until he pushed in again. When he tried to withdraw again, she would have none of that, and crossed her legs behind his back, pulling him inside her, tearing through her maidenhead in a swi movement, as she wrestled him onto his back on the bed, and began riding him in a furious tempo. She grabbed Jorunn’s head, pushing it down between her legs where Jorunn immediately got busy licking them both. Her tongue was just as long and prehensile as Disa’s, and the experience was wonderful. However, he decided to be a bit more proaive, and allowed his magic to flare, liing Disa off him to her great disappointment. Awave caughtonJorunn, moving in her the centre of the bed her down. Disa of wasblue levitated top of Jorunn, thetofamiliar sixty-nine thatand evenholding Harry had heard of before. His magic was coursing over and through the girls’ bodies as he moved behind Disa, grabbing her tail. He lowered the tip of his cock to Jorunn’s lips, and she licked and sucked greedily, before returning her attention to Disa’s clitoris as he pushed himself into her soaking quim. She squeezed. e incredible tightness almost drove him wild as Jorunn told him between the moans that Disa’s whipping tongue drew from her. “We are strong, tough. We don’t hurt. Don’t hold back.” Harry thought that that sounded great, and began pounding his way in under the lovely reddish-brown tail. As he lost himself to the sensation of tightness, wetness and two girls screaming in orgiastic joy, lightning flowed from his body. e whole room glowed with his magic as he thrust into her, and the three moved as one entity, dedicated to pleasure. Jorunn pulled his cock out of Disa and into her mouth. He didn’t really notice, but kept pounding away in her throat until she moved him back to Disa’s pussy again. Disa squealed as his large member thrust deep in a single stroke. Both girls came more or less simultaneously and quite frequently, and Harry felt himself getting too close when Disa screamed her climax again and rolled off, unable to take more. Jorunn took his cock in her mouth, reached around him and pulled his entire length down her throat. She set the pace, thrusting him in and out of her throat, and the sight of the Huldr’s slender neck expanding around his cock pushed him over the edge. He came, deep down her throat. Aer a few bursts, she pulled him out and filled her mouth with his semen. Disa scrambled to join in, and the girls worked together to suck him dry. Once the last drop had been cleaned of his cock, Disa rolled over with a dreamy smile on her lips and promptly fell asleep. As he had fallen on his side, Jorunn snuggled up to him, pressing her back to his chest and sliding her tail back out between his legs. She put his hands on her breasts and sighed happily.
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“Hasse, you are Huldr dream. My dream. You have so much power. We more than happy. I never felt so good. We not really love unless claimed or bonded, but please keep us. You like the not human. You like tails and ext ra boobs. You not afraid of claws or strength or power and we not afraid because we can not hurt you. Please let us go with you. I will care for you. Cook, clean, make love, give babies. Disa too. We will serve you well. Your Consort too. Please say yes?” “Jorunn, I really like you. You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid eyes on. Disa is pretty much a wet dream come true. I will stay here for a while, and we will get to know each other. is is not the time to talk about something permanent, even if you just gave me something precious. If you have fed from me, I didn’t even notice it, and as long as I’m here you are free to feed wheneve r you need. It seems like my body has adapted to whatever strains this is supposed to cause. I know I produce more semen than I thought possible, and since Disa seems to need it, I can see the point.” “I need it too, now. You must come in me like that again. Wonderful.” “I’m sure we can work something out. Let’s just say for now, that I am open to the idea of Bonding the two of you, but we will have to wait a while. Frankly, I don’t even know how to do it. With Gabrielle, it just happened. Now, what do you want from me? How can I keep you happy while I’m here?” “You train hard, and let us care when you tired. We all sleep here, and we make love oen. I want to wake up with your thing in my smallest hole, and then you cum in Disa’s mouth. en we wash you, and teach healing and other things. en you go to smithy, and to gym and library and you come home tire d. We care for you again. at I want. Play house. Be good pretend wife.” “Your smallest hole? Really?” “at I want. at means Bonded to Sorcerer. We talk about it oen. We want share man like that. Girls dream.” She blushed prettily and he couldn’t help smiling. He was feeling really good. He was quite sated, having driven two girls to near-exhaustion. He was laying in bed with a pretty girl, caressing her breasts, all four of them, as they talked. If the situation hadn’t been so abnormal, he would have felt quit e normal. He almost guffawed at the strange thought. “Let’s see then what we can do about it. I guess I should talk to your Father first, don’t you think?” “About fucking?” “No, about Bonding. I need to know more, and your father seems like a wise man. Besides, I don’t want to steal his daughter. I also need time to get to know you properly. I don’t doubt that you would become the girls of my dreams, but I don’t want you to give yourselves up to do it. You are close enough to my dreams as you are, I think.” “Hasse, you are ecial. When you can, go to smithy. I can’t move. Tell father that I am learning what love can be. Disa and I will be waiting when you get home. We will be here.” “en sleep, my dear. I’ll be back later.” He kissed her neck and got up and did the same to Disa, who was sleeping soundly with a drop of semen on her nose. He freshened up, by expelling sweat and various sticky
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body fluids from his skin with a burst of magic. He didn’t realise he had done it until he had his head down his trunk, looking for working clothes. Aer donning a pair of jeans and a jumpe r, he le the room. e le door led to a staircase that took him to a large kitchen. Outside was an outlandish garden, with flowers he had never seen before. He walked out the kitchen door, and followed the ringing sound of steel on steel until he reached the smithy. e doors were open, and he could see Surt workin g by the hearth. As he got close, the bald man turned around and greeted him. “Here already? Did the girls scare you away?” “ey are both asleep in my bed right now. I wasn’t tired, so I came. What time is it?” He looked at the sun, that hovered just above the horizon. “It’s about three o’clock in the morning. e sun doesn’t set in the summer this far north. For some reason, some of us can go for days without sleep too with no ill effes. In the winter, though, our days are just about an hour long. We pretty much hibernate. e girls treat you okay?” “Very well. ey are lovely. Jorunn asked me to tell you that she’s learning what love might be. I think she’s jumping the gun a bit, though.” “No Hasse. I’ve been trying to teach her about love, since Huldr rarely feels it in natural circumstances. She loves me, but the idea of a love that can combine with lust has been alien to her so far. It’s a good sign. Did you Bond any of them?” “Not yet, but I’m thinking about it. I need to get to know them better first, though. Veela conform completely to their bond mate, and I don’t want to risk destroying the persons they are, no matter how great they might be to me.” “You just got a lot closer to my blessing there. Again, you can overrule me, but I’d like to have a say.” “Don’t worry, Sir. I wouldn’t steal your daughter.” “It’s Surt, and thank you. Now, let’s begin. We will be making nails today, and I will show you a few ells that can be dead useful in a nail. Pull that rack of hammers closer, while I get the metal. Move it, my young apprentice. We have little time, and much to fill it with.”
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And why the sea is boiling hot; Gabrielle took wing again aer the massive orgasm. e last few miles before she made landfall had been tricky. Flying wasn’t that hard, but flying while a part of you was having a terrific threesome was not for the inexperienced, and she admitted to herself that this was a risky flight to undertake. She hadn’t been a falcon for more than a week, aer all. She let her wings carry her over the landscape, trying to follow the map in her memory. West along the coast to Portsmouth, and then north to Basingstoke. Aer that, she didn’t really know, but she had no doubt that she could find the Granger home. Aer all, she was doing her Master’s work. Failure was simply not an option. She tried to pick up some eed, and would have smiled if she could, when Passionfire read along her wings, turning her from a fast bird to a shining blue shooting star. She should have done that from the start. e Granger residence was fairly quiet. Surprisingly so, considering the presence of three teenage girls. e villa on the outskirt s of Basingstoke had a nice pool, and the current climate was more benign than England was known for. Luna was floating around on an airbed in the pool, counting clouds. Ginny was lying in the shallow part of the pool, reading a Cartland-novel and giggling. Hermione was on a sunbed, catching a tan and the latest in Ancient Runes. e shopping trip the day before had been iniring. Bringing the two pureblood girls along London Street had been a very different experience, and Hermione found herself seeing her home town a new appreciation. Luna was more odd had in the Muggle world than how she was inwith the magical, and took everything in no stride. Ginny been careful, studying Hermione did it before doing anything. ey had bought swimsuits, of course. Luna had bought a golden onepiece, that clung to her slim figure like a coat of paint, while Ginny had opted for something Dan Granger had described as a few lengths of dental floss and three stamps. e string bikini was also in a shade of red that matched her hair exaly. 61
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Hermione’s mother had warned Ginny not to let any man see that without warning, since it was sure to cause glandular meltdown. To hear her explain the terms had been hilarious. Hermione wore a very thin bikini bottom, as she preferred to let her boobs out whenever she could get away with it. When Ginny had taught her that support charm, Hermione had kissed her. It had certainly been thought-provoking, and the girls had shared a few long looks, but that was all. At this time, anyway. On a shaded roost sat Hedwig. None of the girls were happy to let the beautiful owl out of sight. ey were convinced that Harry was alive, and Hedwig was their only lead. When Hedwig suddenly looked up, so did the girls. Luna pointed quietly at the blue shooting star that was approaching. ey saw it turn and slow, until the silvery falcon, surrounded by a blue glow, was hovering above the three witches. Hedwig gave an unusual screech, and launched herself at the newcomer. e falcon didn’t move to avoid the heavier bird, but Hedwig swerved in the last second, and began circling the silver-blue bird with every sign of familiarity. As the snowy owl guided the falcon to her roost, the witches stared. is kind of behaviour was rare among birds, and unheard of from their friend’s reserved owl. e two birds were sharing the roost, and had settled down long before anyone noticed the letter. *
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Greetings HenofMaster. ⊲ ⊳ Greetings Hedwig. How did you know who I am? ⊲ ⊳ Self is OneWhoFollows. Self can sense TouchOfMaster and ChickOfMaster. ⊲ ⊳ You don’t mind, then? ⊲ ⊳ Master sometimes HeadOfPigeon. Self is glad Master choose good hen. HenOfMaster has hard feathers, but Self approves. ⊲ ⊳ I am very glad to hear it. Shall I give him some message from you? ⊲ ⊳ Tell Master Self is watching over FriendsOfMaster. MasterOfFawkes tries to take FriendsOfMaster’s letters. FriendOfHercules steal letters back. Fawkes pick MasterOfFawkes. Fawkes can share Self’s prey anytime. ⊲ Gabrielle let out an avian laugh, and continued to chat with the snowy owl. ⊳
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“at is the falcon that was with that Richard-guy, isn’t it?” Ginny said quietly. “Unless there’s another one just like it, that also hasn’t been seen before. Caradoc Pritchard, by the way, and I know I read the falcon’s name too,” Hermione replied without taking her eyes off the beautiful bird. “Caradoc Pritchard was seen first and last the day Harry disappeared. ey are conneed. His falcon can allude to all three of us, and is very friendly with Hedwig. ere is something normal going on.” Luna’s tone was sharp and clear, and no trace of her usual aciness could be heard.
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“Allude?” Ginny said, with obvious confusion. “Normal?” Hermione filled in. “Yes. e unusual colouring, eecially the silver, can allude to my hair, or name. e very bird is associated with Hermes, and the keen eyesight also has it marked down as a symbol for seeke rs. Of knowledge, for instance. Her name is Guinevere, which is nothing more than the old elling of Ginevra . As I understand it, strange and absur d things happen to Harry all the time. Hence normal. Hermione, will you please take the letter? I am loosing my calm.” Hermione approached the falcon warily. It extended its leg, and allowed her to take the letter and watched the bushy-haired witch study it carefully. “It’s sealed with a signet… something. Too large to be a ring.” She showed it to the other girls. “It’s the Potter shield, anyway, and their family motto.” Ginny peered at the imprint. “e other one must be Harry’s own. ≺Audaces Fortuna Juvat≻ is Fortune Favours the Bold, but I can barely read the other.” ≻ “It says ≺ Non Me,itNon injeed. it off with a knife or something. We canIni study later.Vincet I want,”toLuna know what’s in“Slide a letter that’ s been sealed by Harry’s Consort.” “What?” “What?” “is impression was obviously made with a Consort’s medallion. Since it’s Harry’s shield, it has to be Harry’s consort,” Luna defended. “She’s right, Hermione,” Ginny said tonelessly. “If you look at the lion, it’s crowned, right? is Consort is pregnant by Harry, and the child is at this moment his principal heir.” “I wouldn’t know. Wizarding heraldry is very different from Muggle. I can’t believe I haven’t studied the subje more…” “I wouldn’t have guessed that he even knew about those old traditions. Neville, maybe, but not Harry.” Ginny oke slowly, as if completely distraed. “e nargles might have told him. Or he might have had a deep and meanin gful conversation with a fern, but would you think that someone like Caradoc Pritchard might know about these things?” “I’ll open it now. We will certainly not be more confused aerwards.” Hermione slid a knife under the seal, managing to pry it off in just two pieces, and she quickly read the short note. en, she read it again. Once she had let the other girls read it, she read it two more times. en, she promptly ran from the room.
“Where can we find the address to this Miss rope?” Ginny asked. “Nowhere,” Luna replied. “It’s moderately clever. Miss Anne rope. Misanthrope. It doesn’t sound too good, really. Let’s wait for Hermione’s usual bibliophallic fireworks.” “Bibliophallic? Luna, I think Hermione has a perfely platonic relationship with her bookshelves.”
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“So she’s ending that much time and affeion on something that doesn’t even have a penis? Sometimes I can’t believe they call ME loony.” Aer a couple of minutes Hermione returned, looking quite crestfallen. “I was certain there was a code or something, but I couldn’t find anything. Jupiter and Uranus won’t converge for years, Rosea Arica is a well known adaptogen and aphrodisiac, and the shelf life of the tinure is a little less than nine months.” “e entire note is rather flirty,” Luna observed. “It mentions an astronomic event that might have a double meaning, it mentions a potion with the same shelf life as the human gestation, and the potion is in itself an aphrodisiac. Is his Consort trying to recruit more, I wonder?” “Where do I sign?” Ginny laughed. “Whoever wrote this note knows enough about you, Hermione, to predi your questions well enough to answer or avoid them. I don’t think there’s more hidden here than what the note says. Come on, let’s write him a letter. One with lots of cryptic things and double entendres.” *
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Spots danced in front of his eyes, and he was almost prepared to die. e heat was intense, and his last vestige of strength a long lost memory. With a last, heroic effort, he gathered up his will, and forced his arms to make a final attempt, but the bloody anvil just wouldn’t bloody budge! “Hasse, have you understood now that when I say that you can’t move a three hundred kilo anvil by hand, I mean it? You have the power. Use it.” “I bloody can’t! It only works when I’m not really thinking about it. I have a few tricks, but they’re not working. I’m done for.” “You can’t run out of magic. You are magic. You live and breathe magic. Now pull it around the anvil and li it!” “I can’t. It won’t move like it should.” “All right. Let’s go outside. It’s too bloody hot in here.” e bald man helped Harry out of the smithy. Once outside, Harry regained his composure quickly, but he still fell onto the grass in a disorganised heap. He looked up at Surt. “What do I do wrong?” “Nothing. You think wrong, is all. We decided, Leif, Sigyn and I, to throw you in the deep end to see if you’d sink or swim. When you get to Sigyn, tell her that you need to meet the relic. We’ve made some progress here, aer all.” “What? Making the nails was grea t. To add fireproofing charms to nails is just brilliant. It was aer that things started going wrong.” “Yes. at’s when I magnetized the steel beams in the whole building. When you made those charms, you used Wand magic without a wand. When I magnetized the place, the wandmagic swirls become unstable. You don’t have to think about swirls or patterns or words. Just know what you want, piure the effe and make it happen.”
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“Shall we try again?” “Not today, we won’t. We’ve been at this for four hours. You may not be magically exhausted, but if you look at your arms, they’re glowing. I’d guess your magic is repairing your broken muscle fibres.” “So now what? Go to bed? I’m not really sleepy.” “Good. See that path there? A couple hundred meters down, there’s a small lake. Swim across to the other side. Leif lives in the only house there. It’s his turn now.” “I can’t swim.” “Not my problem. Scoot.” e words sounded a lot more hostile than the bald man’s smile let on, but it was with a feeling of dread that Harry found the track to the lake. ere was no gillyweed around to save his neck this time. Sure, he could always run around the lake, but the instruion had been to swim. One lesson that he had learned quic kly was that there was usually a point to Surt’s instruions. e birch forest gave way to ferns, and he could see the lake. It was perfely round, and maybe a mile across. Four small islets could be seen. One of them grass, a little cottagewith on it,a cave. another was forested, sandywas onecovered and the in final oneand washad rocky, complete It looked fake. there was a ere was a hut by the shore. e pegs suggested that he was supposed to hang his clothes there, but he figured he might need them on the other side. Besides, he knew a few drying charms. With a sense of impending doom, he waded out in the water. He set his sights on the other side of the lake, and decided that he was going to get there or die trying. Suddenly, he felt something funny, and before he knew it, he was carried forward in the water, still with his torso above it. He decided to... will himself forward to the other side, and he flew over the wat er. It almost felt like he was running or walkin g. He was clearly doing something with his legs but it was something he couldn’t identify. Paddling, perhaps? He reached the opposite shore and slowed down. He misjudged his momentum, though, and landed on his back ten feet from the water, and he was missing his legs. Not just the legs, but everything from the waist down! As he stared uncomprehending, he saw a trickle of water running up the shore and conneing to his body, and as more water ran up the hill, his body restored itself. “It fills up much faster if you stay in the water, you know. You shouldn’t be in such a hurry.” A head was taking shape over the water. At first it was just a shape of water, but it soon took on colour and texture, revealing the face of a perhaps eleven-year old girl. “I’ve never done that before. What’s happening?” “If you’re like me…I am Stina, by the way… you are at least part a Lake Warden. Any body of water can be your body . e trick is to think right. You raced over the surfa ce now. You could just have vanished on one side, becoming the entire lake and then pulled your body up on the other side. Where you are on the lake doesn’t matter. Anyway, Your devoted wives asked yours truly here to tell you that once Sigyn’s done with you, there will be food and all kinds of care ready for you right away. How they can expe you to be able to fuck at all once she’s done with you is more than I can say, though.” “What?”
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“Oh, she’s a hot-blooded one. I am the warden of this lake. Everything that happens here, I know. Trust me on this. If she can take on a half-giant, she can take care of you. Hey, let’s change the subje? You can’t swim normally, can you?” “No, why?” “is is the perfe place to learn. I will carry you, so there’s no way I’ll let you drown. I’ll try to teach you other neat things that you can do with the water, too. Now you should really get to Leif ’s. Just follow the sound of chop ping. You can’t miss it. See you later, Hasse Hunk.” *
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balls, he turned to face the half giant, and brandishing the bat like a wand, he pointed at his teacher and unleashed a mighty stream of golf balls, powerful enough to toss the huge man into the lake. When Leif rose from the water, he was facing a laughing Harry who still had a few balls orbiting him. e huge man showed an impressive amount of teeth in a truly immense grin. “Good trick. Very bloody great. You fun to teach. Next time I remember to duck when pushing too hard. You Sorcerer. Wife will see if you Aesir or Vanir, but you can fight anyway.” Harry sensed an incoming attack, and opted to simply duck. e ball flew over his head and hit Leif straight in the chest. is made him laugh even harder. “Good, very good. I like it. Now, remember that you have the power and you can use it when you want. You did it holding a fieen-kilo club of magnetite that has been charmed with magic disruptor charms. You can do it any time. Wait. You not wet. You not swim here?” “Not really. I walked down into the water, but then my lower body disappeared, and I flew over the water like a racing boat. When I reached the shore, I landed without my legs. ey came back later, but I was a bit concerned there for a second.” “I should think. You meet Stina?” “Stina told me what to do. Apparently, I have some traits in common with her.” “is great news. I never train Lake Warden in combat. You should learn more of this. First, you must face fire. You must undergo great test of charaer. Time, young Hasse, to meet Sigyn, my wife. Now, strange things may happen but it is OK. Vala follow different rules. You have fun now and use it all. All will be good in the end.” at phrasing had the sound of advice abou t things to come. Leif ’s smile was a bit peculiar, but Harry assumed he would learn about it soon enough. Leif had taken him to aswung large open. gate inLeif thedidn’t side ofsay a anything, mountain.bute large pulledsmile a belland string and the gave himman a nervous pushed himdoors in. e gates swung shut. Harry was le in the dark, but his eyes adapted immediately. He could also easily sense the room’s layout and the presence of someone friendly. He could see the outline of someone obviously female on the other side of the fairly large room. e room seemed to be oagonal, and eight statues were placed in the corners. e only door, except the gate that had let him in, was an arched doorway behind the woman. She began walking towards him. “So, you are the young man whose tonker has my daughter in such a state?” He could easily guess what Tonker meant. Aer the warnings, he had decided to be absolutely straightforward himself. “If your daughter is Disa, then yes, ” he answered. “Good. You didn’t even stutter. You can see in here already, right?” “Yes. I can also sense the room magically.” “You have decided to be completely open, yes?”
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“Yes. If Disa, Jorunn, Surt and Leif trust you, that’s good enough for me. I have also learnt enough about magic to know that others tend to know more than I do. If I need help from others, I need to tell them what I need help with.” “Do you? What do you do if you don’t know what you need help with?” “I have to trust them to know, and give as much information as I can. I tend to screw that part up.” “Good. At least you know that. Now, this room is designed as a sort of sluice. Some things in here can’t stand sunlight or fresh air. We will move further in a few minutes. What do you want me to call you? I know who you are, of course. In here, secrets are kept, so if you want to be Harry in here, that’s fine by me.” “Hasse, I think. I like it and I need to get used to it. What will happen here? Surt said to tell you that I might need to see the relic, by the way.” “I know. He called, so that’s where we’ll start. Now, this is not the usual procedure, so we’ll have to wing it, I think you say. We have no time to teach you properly, so we have to figure out some way to make you understand dragoneech at least somewhat. It’s necessary. You will also have to drink a really interesting potion.” “I’m a parselmouth already. What does the potion do?” “Brilliant! Parsel and Wyrm are close enough, and the only thing I can only guarantee about the potion is an upset stomach and a pounding headache. It’s possible that it will help you understand your power, it might show you things I can’t imagine. Quite a few have also been sent on quests that have been very beneficial for the m. I guess it’s up to the relic.” “What is the relic? is is beginning to sound really strange.” “You’ll see. Is it true that you have faced a basilisk?” “My second year. I had help, though. Why?” “Have you heard of Fafnir?” “e name is familiar, but that’s it.” “Fafnir was a dragon, of the Lindorm family. No wings, no legs and no fire. Plenty of acids, though. He was slain by Sigurd, who was made almost invulnerable in the process. en, Sigurd chopped his head off. It’s just that Fafnir didn’t die. We have his still living head in a chamber in here. His greatest wish is to die, but we can’t figure out how to do it. He was a mean old snake once upon a time, but he’s been a great help to us since. As a woman, I know that many of the problems men have come from the balls. Fafnir lost every gland he had. I guess he was cured. I wouldn’t recommend you to try it if you begin to feel peevish, though.” “Your daughter would be quite unhappy with that, I guess. So would Jorunn, and my Consort, as I understand it. ey seem to like my glands as they are.” e Vala laughed a chiming laugh, and agreed. “at they do, Hasse. at they do. From what I See, there’s a young LakeWarden who wouldn’t mind some water orts too. We’ll talk more about that later, though.” “But right now I am to take a brain-numbing potion, have a heart-to-heart with the cut-off head of an ancient snake-dragon, and trust him enough to take his advice?”
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“Pretty much. Nothing to worry about. Happens to everybody, right? Well, the potion tastes like vanilla, so if you don’t like vanilla, we might have a problem. Oh, let’s get some light in here.” e room lit up, and the shape on the other end of the room revealed itself to be a remarkably beautiful, slightly older woman in a long white gown with an intricately decorated golden belt holding it in. She had honey blonde hair, ice blue eyes and a deep golden tan. Her face was gorgeous, and she might have been too top-heavy for the catwalk, but her beauty was still immense. She could have been about thirty-five, and the few signs of age on her features didn’t affe her beauty at all. She stood quite tall, more than a head taller than him, slim of waist and hip, and Harry wondered briefly how those narrow hips could take someone like Leif, if he now was equally large all over. She saw his gaze as she walked towards him and smirked. “You are thinking about how large Leif’s cock is, aren’t you?” “Yes. I’m remotely curious about how he can fit inside you. Of course, I don’t have any experience at all with human girls, but I can’t believe humans would stretch more than a Veela or a Huldr.” “Very good. No blushing or stuttering at all. e truth is I use a potion that makes me able to take his, yes, really huge cock in my ass if I want to. I guess I should warn you, too, that the potion you’re about to drink is a Vanir brew, and as such, it will make you insanely horny, and I fully intend to let you fuck me to pieces. Everybody involved knows about this, and Disa said I was lucky. Apparently you were a bit too gentle with them. I will get the benefit of a potion-induced frenzy. You won’t run any risk of bonding me or anything. I am a Vala. We are unaffeed by such things. Disa was suggesting that I might become addied to your cum, but I think that’s just her. On that note, thank you for my daughter’s happiness. Now, just bugger her, and make her yours. She won’t have a life here without you. Now she knows how good she can feel, and to return to the low level she had gotten used to might kill her. Jorunn has already decided that she will go with you, but really, both girls have lost their assertive nature where you are concerned. Huldr are supposed to be unable to feel unselfish love or devotion, but there has never been a confirmed affair with a Huldr and a Sorcerer before. I’m beginning to think you might be the exception. It’s a bit too early to tell, though. Vala can see the future, but we are very good at gazing into the present. You are a good man. Please fuck my daughter’s arse. Have I shocked you yet?” “Nope. I am a bit surprised, but not shocked. I’m an alien here. I don’t know anything about Vala, too little about Huldr and next to nothing about myself. Why should I be shocked? All I have to do is accept different customs. How hard is that?” “Even the assfucking?” “Eecially the assfucking. at’s bloody great. Am I supposed to do that to you too?” “If you like. I like it a lot, and whatever Disa says, you just can’t be close to Leif ’s size. I think I really would like that, yes. Unfortunately, you won’t really have a say. You will be all instin, and the instins usually tells you to breed, so I figure it will be my pussy that will take the pounding.” “Is it time to go in yet?”
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“What, did I embarrass you? Oh yes. Here, down this bottle. Let’s meet the old serpent before we go on to the more interesting parts.” She smiled and walked ahead of him towards the arched door. It opened before they got there, and revealed a fire lit chamber with rough rock walls and a floor of gold, polished to a mirror-like finish. e magic was humming around them, and aer downing that potion, Harry had a hard time blocking it out. ings were beginning to feel very odd. Sigyn was leading him thr ough a maze of similar rooms with odd things in them. Harry’s mind was playing some interesting tricks on him, mixing physical objes with concepts, making Sigyn stand out like a symbol of the worldly wisdom, the exquisite knowledge made flesh guiding his way in a series of rooms, with smooth foundations of centuries worth of intelligence, condensed into gold and polished by the ponderings of generations, but still unable to smooth the walls above, because the walls wouldn’t let themselves be polished. ey wouldn’t listen to the song of the gold which would make them marble, but they were comfortable with the rough grain of the granite. Here and there in the rough walls were tiny reddish gemstones, shining in the firelight like truth in a newaper. Objes oke to him as he passed . A group of sticks on a pedestal roared silent rows of runes across his mind, the song of a brass horn was etched on his eyelids and a large sword on a stone table made his arms flail in a peculiar dance. All sorts of things made him rea in the most bizarre ways, but the golden tome of knowledge that surrounded the narrow waist of his guide in this the strangest of journeys had him in it’s grip, making him follow it through the misty fire-lit realm of mind and magic. He heard battles, he saw visions of incredible bravery, of the most horrible betrayals. He saw men with wicke r shields fighting on a frozen lake, in the light of the flaming night sky of the north, adorned with a comet whose tail reached over half the sky. He saw longships and burning cities. He saw his parents and himself. He saw Sirius, with a blonde girl on his knee and a tankard in his hand, illing beer all over himself and the laughing girl. He smelled the smoke from a funeral pyre. He tasted the coppery taste of blood. He tried to snap out of it, to tell himself he was having a potion-induced trip, but he wouldn’t listen to himself. He sighed in exaeration over his own stubbornness. e mists cleared as a resounding voice oke to him all through his body. “Welcome, hatchling. It has been a long time since a Vanirman was last here. How can Fafnir help you?” Harry looked up and tried to focus. In front of him was a snake’s head. It was at least fieen feet wide, and ten high. Its scales were miniscule, about a centimetre across and brilliant green. e slitted eyes of the great serpent were also a shade of green, one that Harry recognised from his mirror image. If it hadn’t been for the wing-like fins and horns protruding from the jaw line, it would have looked like an ordinary snake’s head, only larger. e mouth was open enough to reveal row aer row of needle-like teeth. At the corners, though, there were two huge, sword-like fangs, dripping with a clear substance. Without knowing how or why, he went down on one knee, and answered as formally as he could in Parseltongue. “Master Fafnir, I need help in understanding how to use my power. I need help to slay my enemies. I need help to bring justice to those who have none. I need truth and light. I need wisdom to go with my power.”
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“No small req uest there, hatchling. e first is easy , or should be. You have to realise that you don’t have limits the way other’s do. You have a quick mind, but your understanding of yourself has been stunted in your youth. “You can learn, though. Find people to ground you, and help you see yourself as you are, and not as you think you are. Your Veela is good for you, and the two Vanir Huldr girls you have made conta with will help you, too. I will eak to the lovely Sigyn about that. “at will also help you to slay your enemies. Your enemy believes himself to be a snake. He gives us a bad name. We do not hate. We do not rage. We take no pleasure in killing or making others suffer. I have killed to defend my greatness. I have killed to be feared. Mine was the path of chaos, as all dragons are. I healed, I helped, I killed and maimed. Not because I was good or evil, but because I was Dragon. Not snake, Dragon. “My family, the Lindorm Family, has many branches. Most are snakes; one, mine, is Dragon and even more are now extin. One branch of our family has been diminished unto extinion. ere are only two family groups le. One in the south of this land, and one in the lands of the bluemen, far far away. “is family was only one ofbut all Jormungandr’s children toflyer, everand takefast flight. e Leharv is smaller thanthe your dragons, it is a more accomplished as those mancontraptions I sometimes sense overhead. Like me, they have no fire, but can ray acids and poisons instead. eir hide is tough against both magic and weapons, and they fly easily under water. ere is little hope for them to survive, but one will fly, to honour our name, and cleanse the world of the poor beast who thinks himself a snake. at I can do to help you. “You needed truth and light. You needed wisdom. You will go to the Stone s of Sjögestad, where their Keeper will send you on another journey. You are of the Vanir, and my magic and wisdom are Aesir. You must see your own kind for this kind of help. Now, I ask something from you. When you go to Sjögestad, can you please ask those you meet for my release? For your promise, I will give you the grea test gi I can give. Will you ask for me?” “Yes, Master Fafnir, I will ask for your release. I trust the help you have given me already, and ask for nothing in return.” “For nothing you ask, but something you shall receive. I name you, for your stay in the land of the Midnight Sun, Harald Fafnersson. “Harald, for many great kings, and for some not so great, as reminders of what to do, and what not to do. Fafnersson as I claim you as a son of scale and fang, to restor e the name of snakes. “I will give you my fangs. You shall coat the right one in Aud silber, and use for a sword. You shall empty the le, and brew the poison with wormwood and stonesweet, and willingly given blood from a Huldr, easy for you; that, and finally honey for a potion. “e poison will contain the greatest magic I am capable of now, granting you a Leharvshamn, what you would call Animagus shap e. You will also receive the Snakemastery, the command of snakes. e beast of the Danelag, I mean Britain, has a snake familiar with a piece of him inside. If you order the snake to kill her master, she will at
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least try. Such is the power you would gain, but I ask you to consider the lives of the small ones. No life shall be thrown away, unless it has thrown itself away already. “Young Harald, I have oken much, and it will take some time to make the poisons as they need to be. e Vala will take them to you when I am ready. You should wait with your trip until the potion is ready and has done its work. I shall rest now, and the potion inside you will enter its last stage any minute now. Be well, Harald Fafnersson.” e ancient dragon closed his eyes, and Harald Fafnersson turned and looked at his guide. “How much of that did you understand?” “Enough, Harald. I know the potion he talked about, and Surt is the only smith these days who can work with Audsilber. e quest is unheard of, though. Fafnir has been waiting for you all these years. Someone who can restore his name, and release him.” She quieted, because there was a new light in the eyes of the man called Harald Fafnersson. ere was something wild, dangerous and primal about him, and in ite of having been in this situation many times before, she shivered in both anticipation and fear. would intense, thought aswith the young manforce prowled towards her. She didn’t thinkis much aerbe that, beingshe preoccupied the sheer of a Sorcerer’s passion. *
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Ronald Bilius Weasley, the Boy Who Lived, couldn’t believe it. ose annoying Goblins lied to him all the time, saying that Harry hadn’t le him anything when he knew he had. Of course he had. He had tried to get his girlfriend to come along to convince them, but she hadn’t even answered his call. She was probably busy finding the way he should kill that dark guy in. He had already found it out himself, of course. He was the Boy Who Lived, aer all. It was brilliant. A tickling charm! Make the dark guy laugh. ere was no way laughter wouldn’t kill him, right? He was probably some kind of boggart anyway, or maybe a dementor. at didn’t matter, because his Patronus was a monstrous Dragon. e most amazing thing about this Patronus was that he was the only one who could see it. His mother had said she thought she could see it, briefly, but then it had been invisible to her too. If that wasn’t a sign that he was the Boy Who Lived, nothing was. No one had ever heard of an invisible Patronus before. It was great, being the Boy Who Lived. Everything was so clear, all the girls just loved him, and he had all the money in the world, or he would have, as soon as he could find a goblin who didn’t BLOODY LIE TO HIM! He whipped out another notebook and scribbled something important down. e most amazing things came to him all the time. Wasn’t it obvious that all goblins had to die? If they could just lie to the defeater of Vold… they would lie to everybody, right? He tore the strip of paper off the book. It wouldn’t do if just anyone just find his Lived notebook and his plans, would Besides,corre it was charmed withcould a secret Boy Who magic todiscover keep all things secret and it? magically the elling. Now there were some men coming to meet him. He immediately understood. It was the supertrained support wizards who were absolutely devoted to him, and who would fight off all the Death Eaters while he threw the tickling charm on their boss. e Life Eaters. He liked their unif orms. e white robes, to be opposite the Death eater’s
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black, and to complete it, the white robes bore a symbol of health and life, just to mock the Death Eaters in their ugly black smocks and hideous tattoos. As the whiteclad wizards grabbed him, he followed willingly. It was really a brilliant uniform he had invented for his troops. It was light and comfortable and could stop a hundred Killing Curses without needing to be washed. His attention to detail was amazing. He remembered placing incredible powerful runes in every stitch, even the embroidery that said, “St. Mungo’s Psychiatric Ward.” Ronald Bilius Weasley, the Boy Who Lived, was enjoying his life.
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And whether pigs have wings.” e garden could only have existed through magic. At the moment, the group were sitting, or lounging, in the sweet scent of night-blooming Cereus, a tropical flower who didn’t seem concerned about growing above the Aric circle, and equally unconcerned about the fa that it might be night, or early morning anyway, but the sun was shining. e group, on the other hand, was trying to decide whether to be concerned or not. “I don’t really care about the old snake’s reputation. I like the guy, we all like the guy. Hell, you girls gave your virginities to him. Disa, do you regret that?” e half giant asked, stretched out on a concrete bench, idly brushing and rebraiding his beard. “No, Dad. Not for a second. Part of me wonders why I’m down here when I could be up there with his cock in my mouth.” e voluptuous Huldr said with a lopsided smile. Her hands were busy embroidering the lapels of a shirt with tiny little stitches. “I don’t care if he’s a monster’s adopted son or not. To me, he’s Hasse, and if he wishes it, my master. Mum, you said Fafnir advised him to bond us, right?” e blonde Vala adjusted her position on the pillows, made a slightly pained face before she answered. “He did. at’s one of the thin gs Fafnir and I talked about. It was something about Hasse’s upbringing that doesn’t sound right at all to me. He hides it well, but this formidable young man has a very low self-esteem. With the bonding, you will be in his mind to a small degree, and he will feel how extraordinary he is. Hasse needs to know that, and to feel it too. e tricky part is that he’s conditioned to think that anything out of the ordinary is freakish.” “But Sigyn, “ Surt said with a frown, “if he believes that he’s less than ordinary, and that anything not ordinary is bad, while he is, in fa, extraordinary, how the hell do we clean that mess up? He needs to learn this, and fast. Should we trust Fafnir? at potion would alter him greatly. ere’s no way he could ever consider himself normal when he’s partly a 75
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ton-and-a-half of armour-plated acid raying flying predator. Will that shake him out of his self depreciation, or make him suicidal? Would Fafnir know, and would he care?” “I think he would. e Relic seemed to view him like a relative of sorts. ere was none of the usual posturing or intimidations. You know, it was sort of scary to hear them. I’m used to be an interpreter, but last night I understood that Fafnir has kept it simple for me. Last night, he oke his native tongue. He also made quite a deal about the difference between Vanir and Aesir. You know the Relic’s ego. He really doesn’t like to admit when there’s something he doesn’t understand, but apparently, Fafnir is Aesir and Hasse is Vanir, and so are you girls. He flat out said that Hasse could get better advice somewhere else, and that’s a first, I think. He also said he would eak to me more later, but when Hasse and Iwere finished, the old snake was very tired so we didn’t have much time. Damn, I need another cup. Jorunn, be a dear?” e raven-haired Huldr stood up and went inside. She didn’t have much to say anyway. So, her Hasse had been adopted by a dragon. It didn’t change anything for her. She knew of course that he wasn’t hers. What she did know was that she was his, and would follow him regardless. She filled the Vala’s cup with the pain relievin g tea. ey had told her that he was seriously equipped, and that she should bring the potion just in case. She hadn’t believed them, but now she knew better. She had had fun, but she would reme mber him every time she had to sit down for at least a week. Jorunn smiled to herself. Being Huldr was usually hard, but now when her man had showed up, it was great. She and Disa could revel in their being non-human. ey had been in the forest, making trees grow stran ge shapes. ey had run through it without a care, Huldr power fully engaged and without fear that it would deplete them too soon. eir man, their Master, their Sorcerer had arrived, and life was looking good. Both the Huldr girls was quite looking forward to meeting the little French Veela. Apparently, she had welcomed the two Huldr to their strange family, and to team up three girls against Hasse would surely produce great magic. Clearly too great for human girls, if someone as experienced as Sigyn had taken damage from him. It hadn’t been his fault at all. When Sigyn had felt how much she had stretched, she should have taken it easy, not try and jump herself down. If Hasse hadn’t been so gied with healing, the tearing that Sigyn had inflied upon herself would have killed her in a couple of minutes. Her Hasse was too much for human females, and she wanted him so much it hurt. With a grunt, she derailed that particular train of thought, since it would lead her upstairs to her sleeping master. She returned to the garden with the cup and sat down to listen. “Yes. As long as he doesn’t think about it. When we were in my smithy, he proved himself smart and quick to learn. He’s also so easily trained, physically at least, that it’s not even funny. He gained several pounds of muscles in a couple of hours.” “You should have seen him with the bat. I shot five balls a second at him, and he just swirled and got them all. As soon as he stopped thinking, he did great.” “He’s a great healer, too. I know I should have listened to you girls, and I couldn’t believe just how worked up I’d get. I brought this on myself. Hell, I praically forced
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myself on him. Leif, love, perhaps we should go inside so you can ine me for damage. And I mean just that. I’m way too sore still for more gymnastic ineions. ” “I’d love to, but my big hands aren’t the best for the job, are they?Surt, would you mind?” “Not at all, Leif. Aer all, I’m pretty familiar with that part of you, Sigyn,” the bald smith said with a smile. Just because he lived with only his daughter in the house didn’t mean he was very lonely. “While you grown-ups play, Jorunn and I should tend to our guest.” Disa didn’t mind, of course, but seeing her parents go at it was too weird even for a Huldr. She stood and adjusted her dress before grabbing Jorunn by her hand, dragging her up the stairs to their sleeping sorcerer. As they entered his room, they stopped and looked at each other. ey both had a soer expression that they were used to seeing, and without a word, they sat down on the chairs by the window. Aer a few false starts ,and a long look at the sleeping man, Jorunn oke. “I wonder a bit what’s happening to me. I care for this man in ways Ican’t explain.” “I have seen it happen to human girls. It’s love. Maybe not the standard kind of it, but it’s love anyway. Transcending self, putting someone else ahead of you and all. Even if he wasn’t a delicious fountain of semen, I wouldn’t leave him. Couldn’t.” “at’s it exaly. Sex isn’t the all-important goal any more. Cuddling sounds nice, all of a sudden. What I’m feeling isn’t really what Dad has described, but maybe there is such a thing as Huldr love. I want more than just his cock and his power. I want his caress and his kisses. I want him stroking my tail. I also want to fuck him senseless, of course.” “Of course.” “But it’s not enough. I want to be a part of his life. I want to wash his clothes, and cook for him. I’m a bloody Foxtail. I’m dangerous. We’re the one that gives all Huldr the monster name. And here I am, wanting to crawl into bed with that man, cuddle up to him and kiss him awake so hecan kiss me back. is is not normal, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Sorry about the rant. I’ll calm down now. What do you think of his Veela chick?” “I really want to meet her. And taste her juice s as she rides our Maste r, of course. ere’s enough of him for all three of us. e bond is supposed to eliminate jealousy, and since none of us ever were very jealous, we should end up downright generous, don’t you think?” ey laughed quietly, looking at their sleeping man. “Is he human?” the redhead asked. “He’s Harald Fafnersson. I guess he’s a kind of his very own. Why?” “He was raised human. I was thinking, maybe we’re coming on too strong. We’re always naked, wet and willing. Maybe he wants more humanlike girls. I know he loves our Huldr parts, but maybe we should a a bit more human. It’s just a thought.” “I haven’t had much conta with normal human girls. What do they do?I’m not saying it’s a good idea, mind you. Nor bad. Just.... what do they do?”
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“Well, they take things much slower. ere can be months before they give their guy a blow job.” “What?How can they stand it?” “Beats me. Anyway, where we rip our clothes off immediately, they cuddle much more. ey can stay for hours in bed, just kissing and caressing. e guys would normally push for more, but it sounds nice, aually. Just being with someone without getting all sweaty.” “Like, waiting for his move? You know that he wouldn’t have to push me far before I’m flat on my back, legs read.” “Me neither. We’re built for sex, but maybe we should try for cuddling alittle more. See if he likes it, you know. I really don’t want to risk the Bond just because I can’t keep my urges in control.” “Okay, let’s try the more human approach. Just... let’s get into bed with him. I aually want to cuddle right now, and I’ll try like hell to keep from pushing him.” “He feels rather nice, when he’s just breathing, and you can feel his heart beat slowly. Let’s.” *
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being the aggressive one, so he forced her back, liing her delicious rear, lodging his head between her legs and got very busy. As his tongue made the raven haired beauty scream in joy, he held her up with his magic, as his hands found Disa, who eagerly positioned herself for a smooth, long thrust into her tight, but slippery channel. He tried to release a blue flash through his cock, and by Disa’s explosive orgasm that wet him all over his stomach, he managed it perfely. He tried the same with his tongue, as he thrust it as deep as he could into the tasty depths of Jorunn, and as her liquid appreciation flowed over his face, he lowered her to the bed, and pulled Disa up onto her knees. He entered Jorunn from behind, and he wasn’t gentle about it. He pushed hard, all the way, while Disa whiered encouragements in his ear. At her urging, he grabbed the base of Jorunn’s tail, and used it to set a furious pace. As his poundings pushed her forwards, she fell off the bed, but he grabbed her legs and kept pushing mercilessly into her, as she kept coming and coming. He felt himself drawing close, so he threw Disa down on her back on the bed and let Jorunn down. e black girlbent took a moment to catch her before diving eager between the red-head’s legs haired as Harry Disa’s head backwards andbreath followed the Huldr’s tongue into her mouth. As he pressed on, he got in all the way to the hilt, where she held him as she made swallowing motions that got him dangerously close. When Jorunn looked up at him with adoration on her sticky face, and told him to fill Disa’s throat, he did. Again, Disa took the first bursts down her throat, but then she grabbed Jorunn’s hair, jerking her up, and shoved Harry’s pumping cock down her friends throat. Jorunn immediately closed her eyes, sucking and swallowing and savouring the taste. When Harry was almost done, Jorunn released him, letting the last slow urt dribble onto her nipples where Disa quickly licked it off, giving Jorunn a final small orgasm. Both girls then manhandled Harry to sitting atop Disa’s chest, where his cock could gently rest between the most magnificent pair of tits imaginable, gently moving back and forth at a lazy and comfortable pace. ere were still some drops coming, but the girls took turns licking them off. Aer a little while, though, sleep claimed the girls, and they slept as they lay, with happy smiles on their faces. Harry watched them for a little while. Disa had finally dropped the glamour, and her sharper face and more pronounced incisors made her no less beautiful, although he had to admit that the overwhelming cuteness was not as strong any more. He liked it, though. He really liked these girls. ey wanted nothing from him that he had any problem delivering. If he was to be completely honest with himself, mind-blowing sex was agreat thing when your mind needed blowing, and his experiences in the library was in dire need of some serious blowing indeed. ere was much about it that he couldn’t quite remember. He lied his hands, and absent-mindedly cleaned the girls up, and tucked them in, before inning clothes for himself out of thin air. He also repaired the torn clothes that littered
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the floor (and the lamp, for some reason.). As he bent to kiss the sleeping girls, he heard a low voice behind him. “You are very good for them. Leif and I agree that Disa can’t do better. If you want to Bond her, you have our blessings. I believe Surt has something similar to say, but that isn’t my thing. How do you feel?” Harry focused for a moment and held up his hand towards the bed. Faint blue lines leapt from his fingertips, weaving a dome over the two sleeping beauties. “Strange. Yesterday was a wild trip, and there’s so much I don’t understand about it. How about you? I remember hurting you. e dome is asilencer, by the way. I don’t want to disturb them.” “Neat. I hurt myself on you. It was all my fault, and if you hadn’t healed me, it would have been so much worse. Frankly, I have a life-debt to you now.” “What?You have raised a lovely girl that I find it hard imagining waking up without, and you say you have a debt to me? at’s just not right.” “Are you serious? You have known these girls for a very short time, you know. You shouldn’t be so attached yet.” “I know. I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to feelings and things, but I think I have gotten used to their presence while I was unconscious. It feels so right, and I trust them instinively. I may be a stranger in a strange land, but they make me feel at home. Does that make sense?” “It makes a lot of sense. You are remarkable, you know that? Just now, the girls were trying to humanize themselves for you. Did you notice that?” “Yes, I believe so. ey were dressed, and we ent some time simply cuddling. It was nice, but aer a while, I could feel them restraining themselves. I like them as they are, and if they try to deny their nature for my sake, we all lose. I tried to make it up to them by being a bit rougher with them. You said something about that. Did I do wrong?” “No, not at all. Do you kno w how oen you ng men fuck s two sexual bein gs to exhaustion?” “No, not very oen, I guess.” “It never happens. Never. Shall we talk about Fafnir now?” “If you wish. I was not entirely there, you know.” “What is your name?” “Here and now? Harald Fafnersson. Does this mean anything? I’m not trying to disree your faith or anything, but I don’t feel different. Well, magic is easier, but I don’t think it has anything to do with the Dragon.” e beautiful Vala smiled. “What do you think is causing that then?” “Just now, I decided that I wanted to clean the girls up, and instead of thinking about how to do that, I let my magic loose. I wanted a dome that muffle and dampen sounds, but lets through light and air and, well, pretty much anything but sound. I released my
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magic into the image, and there it was. I still feel like I’m coaxing my magic to work, but this way was much easier.” “Do you remember about the potion? About your quest?” “I should go to a place called...Gösjestad, I think. What was that potion about?” “Sjögestad. a bitfrom to go, we and havethings a gate to to make Linköping, which is close. e potion is mostlyIt’s thequite venom thebut fang, sure you don’t die from it. Fafnir said it would make you abeastrunner, but how that could happen is beyond me. Anyway, the boys were supposed to begin teaching you about the beastway soon anyway. Might as well make a head start. Why would he adopt you?” “Beats me. I’m a parselmouth, I have killed a basilisk, I’m a Gryffindor, who’s only natural enemy is the Slytherin snakes. I’m not clear at all over what might make him do that. Beastrunner, that’s what I’d call an animagus, right?” “I guess. Can your animaguses become magical animals?” “I think it’s animagi in plural, and no, not from what I have heard, anyway. Hey, Cool. I hadn’t thought of that. Do you have any piures of a Leharv somewhere?” “I should think so. I keep the library, aer all. ere are books about them. I know your school teaches runes. Can you read them?” “No, not yet, anyway. My magic is working on teaching me to understand your language. I don’t know if if can eak it yet, though . Speaking of runes, do you have any idea how my trunk and things came to be here? I le them behind in London, and suddenly they were here . Idon’t think I did it, because there was a bathrobe, too ,that Ihaven’t thought about in a long time. ere was a letter on my trunk, written in runes, but something happened that made me forget all about it. Can you translate it for me?” “Sure. What distraed you?” “Two Huldr, iffed to the teeth, on a mission. ey gave me a really good shave, and then we moved to other exercises.” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows in and exaggerated way, before turning to rummage around in his trunk for the letter. “I see. ose blue arks, do you use them on the girls too?” “Yes, all the time. I’m learning to proje them from all parts of my body now, and I can adjust the strength and, sometimes, the dire effe too. Here it is.” “Funny. It’s written in English , but with the Futhark alphabet. e Swedish line, too.” “Line, what’s that?” “Aett, or line, is the variety. e one most commonly used is the Danish. When Brits talk about runes it’s usually the Danish line, since the Vikings that conquered Britain were Danish. Here goes. Dearest Harry Potter Sir. Dobby wishes Harry Potter Sir good luck in the elves home land. Dobby is looking aer things here when Ha rry Potter Sir isn’t here to keep people in line. Professor Dumbledore has tried to steal Harry Potter Sir’s friends letters, but Dobby took them and delivered them before Professor Dumbledore could read. Dobby is so
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ere ends the letter. Hasse, I’d say you have a staunch supporter there. Is he really the richest in the world?” “He thinks so, and I believe him, anyway. I didn’t even know he could read. Are House elves really from here?” “Yes, if we’re talking about the same tiny creatures. We call them Vaette, though, and they are fiercely independent, but friendly enough when treated with ree. I’m told the ones that migrated to Britain were cursed somehow, and lost that independence. at’s a story for another time, though. Apparently, you have allies. Do you know which friends he’s talking about?” Harry thought for a moment. He could feel Gabrielle’s presence I his mind, and he could feel that she was still a falcon. He let his mind ’move’towards the feeling of her, and suddenly, he could see what she saw, and it almost made him choke. Where had Hermione hidden those boobs. Easily C-cup, and no tan lines in sight. She was rubbing Ginny’s legs with sunblock, but Harry thought that there were more touching involved than what could be motivated by the cream. Ginny was lying on her stomach,and writhing slightly. Luna was there too, watching the other girls with amusement, and her nipples were clearly visible through her swimsuit. He assumed by the thin threads crossing Ginny’s back that she was in some kind of swimsuit, too. ∼ Hello Master. Do you like what you see? ∼ Gabrielle’s voice was amused, and he could sense that she was slightly excited herself. ∼ Good enough for humans, I suppose. Unfortunately, I have three perfe lovers as it is. I wouldn’t throw any of them out of bed, though. ∼ ∼ I thought I felt a fourth. Was I wrong? ∼ ∼ No, but she’s human. She hurt herself quite badly on me. Disa and Jorunn can take me without a problem, though. How are they? ∼ ∼ ey already knew you weren’t dead. I sealed the letter with my medallion, and Luna managed to interpret it. Isn’t she lovely? Ginny wants to become your Consort, too and Hermione just wants to fuck you. She doesn’t know that yet, but she can’t fool a Veela. Hedwig is very nice, too. She has a wicked sense of humour, for an owl, anyway. She calls me HenOfMaster. I think it’s kind of cute. ∼ ∼ Dobby sent me a note about Dumbledore trying to steal their mail. Apparently he dealt with it, but if you could warn them somehow? ∼ ∼ Hedwig said the same thing. I guess Dobby is the FriendOfHercules she mentioned. All I could figure out was that Hercules is an Eagle Owl, and Hedwig fancies him a bit. Also, when Fawkes learned that his master had stolen the letters, he pecked him. To quote Hedwig, Fawkes can share her prey any time. e girls haven’t written a reonse yet. I
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think they just realized they are all pretty hot, and are eager to explore. ey are just a bit shy about it. Why haven’t you bonded the Huldr yet? ∼ ∼ Too much is happening, and I think I want you here then. So far, I have learned too much for my poor brain to assimilate. I have been adopted by a dragon, too. If I bond those girls, I need to know I have lots of time to make it real for both of them. None of them have had any time alone with me, so I don’t really know them. I think I love them like I love you, though. ∼ ∼ You do. I can sense that. Well, you have a visitor, and I believe Ishould fly away and write them a warning note. Oh, by the way, Ronald appears to have gone around the bend. He’s currently in St. Mungo’s psychiatric ward. From what I’ve been told, he tried to force entry to your vaults, claiming that he was the Boy Who Lived, and your money should follow the title. He was quite violent, apparently. e girls weren’t surprised or upset. I think he has burned his bridges here before he snapped. ere’s a memorial for you at some secret place in two days. Shall I go? ∼ ∼Hell yes. I’d like to be there too, like this. Can you give me a holler when it’s time? ∼ ∼ I’ll try. Be well until then, my Master, and have lots of orgasms. I’m sorry I can’t study for you, but I think this ying thing is important, too. Later, love. ∼ ∼ I guess I have to rely on my own wits for now. When we meet again in person, it’ll take me hours to show you how much I appreciate your work. See you later, love. ∼ With her chills of anticipation in mind, he let reality reassert itself. e Vala was studying him with great curiosity. “Where did you go there, Hasse? You were completely lost.” “I visited my Consort. ree of my closest friends have apparently decided to end the summer together. Hedwig, my owl familiar is there too, and she’s told Gabrielle about the letters, too. Gabrielle acquired a Falcon form when we bonded, and the Falcon can apparently talk with owls. Funny, really. ere’s a memorial for me in a few days. She will try to attend, and I can see the whole thing through her eyes if I want to.” “You should really try to do that. You will hear so many nice things about yourself. is brings me to a real issue. e greatest problem with your control is your self-esteem. Somehow we have to make you understand how ecial you are. I may be unusual, and my step-daughter, too, but she’s still my baby girl. She came into my life when she was six years old, and she adopted me as her mother within the week. I have cared for her scrubbed knees, the conflis within her when her Huldr nature asserted itself, everything. ere she is, my baby girl, on your bed. I can tell from her smile that she has a belly full of cum. Do you think I would be happ y with any man doing that? I would accept it, because I know about her nature, but Icertainly wouldn’t beg the man in question to summon his power, fuck her ass and make her his for life, but I’m begging you. Not just because you can satisfy her, but because you’re you. When Jorunn lets loose, she can drain a man’s life in seconds. You are the only man, the only man in the whole world who can make her happy physically. As a Vala, I see something even stranger here. See love, in the girls. ey aren’t bonded, enslaved or anything, but there’s a quirky kind of love there. One man in history has ever been loved by Free Huldr. Guess who.” “I don’t know much about your history. at Sigurd guy?”
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“You. e only one. You are the best thing that ever happened to these two girls, and I would like to talk to Gabrielle sometime, because I bet she will say the same thing. Now, you should get down to the menfolk. ere’s training to be done. If you can, set aside a couple of hours for the lake, too. Stina has loads of things to teach you. You’re related, too, I think.” “What?How?” “I know your mother took samples from Stina, and I know you show Lake Warden traits. I’m also aware about non-magical medicine, so I assume there’s parts of Stina in your DNA. Now scoot. Oh how do I take this dome down?” “Just touch it, it should collapse. See you later, Sigyn.” Stretching a little in his unfamiliar clothes, he descended the stairs. He saw the two men through the kitchen window, so he went out to sit with them. “Hello there, Harald Fafnersson, did you enjoy my daughter?” Surt said with a fake growl. Harry decided to play along and deadpanned. “Why yes, I did. She has the loveliest flavour, reminding of hot summers, wild flowers and the fruits of the forest. Exquisite.” He delivered this in a fake French accent, complete with the intonation and gestures he once had seen some wine tasting guy make on the telly. He had both men laughin g before he was half way through. “Good one, Hasse, good one. We’ve had a bit of a meeting while you slept, and I have no objeions any more. If she agrees, which she does, vocally so, you may Bond her with my blessing.” “Wife tell you that, I think?” e blonde man asked. “She did,” Harry answered. “In the light of what she said, Ican’t believe you are entrusting your daughters to me.” “at’s just it,” Surt said, straightening up.”You are pretty much entitled to them. You are possibly the greatest young man the world has ever seen. We only had to end a little time with you to see that. Now, we just have to make you see it, too. You rested?” “Enough, I guess. Where do we go?” “You and I will go to the smithy. Leif have some things to prepare for you. It’s time to start pushing you a bit.” Harry was sitting in a cloud of magic. His eyes were closed, and he was getting used to the distortion that the smithy’s metals created. He felt something enter the field, and he looked at the swirls it made in the magic. Pewter. A cup. Pewter was easy. He grabbed it with the surrounding magic, heated it a little bit and reshaped it to afigurine of a falcon before setting it down on the ground. Something smacked him in the back of his head. “ink you’re good enough to showboat, do you? e bird’s good, sure, but you were supposed to identify and stop any intrusion. Again, and this time, stay focused!” “How many did I do?” e smith was quiet for a while, before answering. “Fiy. at’s forty-five more that the goal, aually. Again now.”
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Harry took charge of his magic again, letting it read throughout the smithy. It was much easier now ,and he had a much longer reach. As he defleed more pewter, iron, silver and wood, he let his magic grab the anvil he had faile d to li before. It moved effortlessly to his touch, and he brought it into the storeroom they were sitting in. Bronze, copper, silver again, then ice, that was a tricky one. He set the anvil down without a sound right behind the smith. Steel, iron, magnetite, rock. ey all required a slightly different handling, but aer a while, he could get a grip on everything and reshape it a bit. Now, when he was no longer preoccupied with the anvil, he ed up. Iron, rock, copper, wood. He reshaped them to small statues of the professors and students from Hogwart’s. He didn’t loose any time at all, having learned to maintain a double focus. Suddenly he got hit anyway. He was so surprised that he aually fell over, right into the small pile of statues. He hadn’t even seen it coming through the magic mist that was his awareness. He opened his eyes to look at the grinning smith. “Audsilber.” he said, holding up a rod of a silvery metal.”It’s a magical metal, one of the two I will teach you to work with. Audsilber is tied to the wearer, reonding only to the hand that wrought it. Vaulundersteel is impenetrable, almost indestruible. Now, it’s time“What?Hooks?” to move to something more complex than nails” “Close. Horseshoes.” “So, where do you want the anvil?” “Right where it... Well done. Now put it back.” *
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I train you for right move s and stuff. Surt will bike anyw ay. He make many trips now. Bikerun close to Sjögestad anyway. Today, we train back strength and some easy sorcery. We teach you to fix flat tyre on the go. is will be fun!” *
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“I rather think I did. I’ve been using it the whole day, haven’t I?” “You have. You are too problem focused to simply work out. Now, there’s apurpose. We’re going on a bike run, you and I, and we will see if my experience or your power rules the day. Tomorrow, we will make abicycle for you, but now, I suggest you have the girls give you amassage and tuck you in. e time is eleven pm now, and I expe to see you in the smithy by four. Pass the sauce, will you?” “Sure. I didn’t think about it, until I fell just now. I was able to prote myself from the ground, and then I freshened us up consciously. Iknew what I was doing. Have I done anything impossible? Leif let out a big belly laugh. “Possible is boring. No one learn biking that fast. No one make more andex and nylon like that. Few can right themselves on a falling bike. No one can just sit on bike and go thirty five kilometres same day they learn biking.” Sigyn continued. “You got the gist of gear ratios and geometry in ten minutes. Your understanding of physics and mathematics is very, very good. You made gear calculation formulas before I even told you about it. You’re very smart, when you have a praical problem to solve.” “When we were in the smithy, you used multiple foci,” Surt added.” You were deteing and holding the things I threw at you, you reshaped and transfigured them, and you also moved my big anvil without my noticing it. All those things requires anyone’s full attention, and you did them at the same time. Problem-based or play-based learning seems to work wonders for you. You have made great leaps today. Do you want to learn about tomorrow’s expeations?” Harry laughed, and shook his head. “No, not really. I have my own schedule, and I believe I will make it. I’ll just try to take things in stride, otherwise I’ll just get nervous, and performance anxiety never helped anyone.” He thanked Sigyn for the meal and put his plat e in the sink before he retired. He started to take his clothes off, when he grinned, and simply willed them to be folded and cleaned on top of his trunk. ey flowed off his body like smoke, and Harry thought thathe could really get used to this sorcery thing. He was knackered, though, so he started driing off almost as soon as he laid down. Not completely, though. He felt Jorunn climb into bed with him, and gently massage the tenderness out of his sorcery-reinforced muscles. He turned to his back aer she had finished with it, pulled her up and kissed her. Her reonse was gentle, and almost shy. Now, when he was focused on just her, he could feel it clearly. He loved this black-haired beauty who had declared herself his property, and she loved him. He dried of with his lovely Huldr in his arms, according to his nature. He smiled sleepily when she down to her. take He his would cock inbond her lovely, warmand littleif mouth, according to her nature. Yes,moved he would bond them both, wizarding Britain had anything to say about that, they would learn just what happens when a Sorcerer gets angry. Right now, though, Harald Fafnersson, e Boy Who Lived, was enjoying his life.
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He wokehisupcock, closeand to he orgasm. He remembered Jorunn’s lipshim. closing around could sense that she wasfalling asleepasleep now , with but still sucking He decided to just close his eyes and revel in the sensation of the gentle blow job given to him by the sleeping Huldr. He stroked her hair gently, scratching her neck where the hair became fur. She made a content little sound and sucked a little harder. Aer a few minutes, he came, soly. It wasn’t the huge explosion he had performed with his girls before, but more of a gentle release. She awoke slightly as the semen made her choke a bit, and swallowed greedily. He allowed his affeion and gratitude to flow into her through his caressing hand, and she came, equally gentle, from the touch of his magic. She cleaned him off with her tongue, before settling once again and falling asleep. Harry, on the other hand was wide awake, so he carefully dislodged himself from the sleeping beauty and cast the same silencing dome over the bed as he had tried before. Once he checked the time, he saw that he felt fully rested with only one hour of sleep. Brilliant! He wasn’t expeed at the smithy for almost four hours. He wondered briefly if Lake Wardens slept, but decided to go to the lake anyway. He had an idea he wanted to investigate. He pulled on the clothes he had conjured the day before, a pair of stout jeans in what he could only describe as Fafnir green, and a tight short-sleeved shirt that tied in the front. It was very similar to the vests Surt and Leif wore. He tried to get out of the house quietly, and to his immense surprise, he aually made it. e garden door in the kitchen was open, so he sneaked out and for some reason he ran down to the lake. It was just past midnight , and the sun was barely abo ve the horizon. e sky was flaming in pinks, orange and blue, just the kind of tasteless dilay he never would have believed in in a painting, that only could be beautiful in real life. ere was no wind at all, and looked like a mirror.warm, He sat down by thetowater’ edge and fingers in it.the elake water was surprisingly and he began take shis shirt off.dipped He felthis someone watching him as he continued with his trousers and boots. He looked at his refleion in the lake and almost fell in. Where the hell did all these muscles come from? He could see the hammers from the smithy refleed in his shoulders and upper arms, the tongs in his lower arms and hands. His chest was also muscular, and very well defined. He really liked 89
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what he saw. He was aually a bit intimidated by himself, and guffawed at the thought. His legs were toned, but didn’t really match his upper body, and to his chagrin, he was still short. is biking thing that had everybody in such a state would surely help his legs, but he wondered briefly what kind of exercise there was to make someone taller. Suddenly, he saw the refleion of his face change into that of a roughly twelve year old girl in pigtails. He smiled at the pretty young Lake Warden. “Hi there Stina, or should I call you Auntie or something?” “Hi there Hasse Hunk. So, you are Lily’s rog. I wasn’t sure. Well, at least I know why you can do those things now. So, what brings you here? Shouldn’t you be boinking those Huldr’s silly by now?” “I seem to need less sleep than they do. I guess my strange body adapts to the sleep I’m aually getting. Is that a trait from you?” “No, not really. Water never sleeps, even if fishes do. I guess you have parts from creatures of night and day alike. Good thing then that you’re not sleeping around the clock.” “Yeah. Can you teach me how this water stuff works? I think it just might be useful.” “You’d better believe it, boy. Jump in, and I’ll show you loads of things.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Eh, just out of curiosity, how old are you?” “Oh, I’m about four hundred, I think. I know, the lake isn’t that old. I guess you heard the story. e Mundanes were about to build a power dam, that would join several lakes, including mine, into one. at would mean that I and the other Wardens would have to slug it out for dominance, and that would have destroyed most of our ecies in this country. e strongest of us got to keep his lake and mind the dam, and the rest of us got relocated. I had a small pond and a creek here when the boys debated. I don’t mind my new digs in the slightest. Well, I do mind when Sigyn goes skinny dipping aer using that filthy potion of hers. Gods, that stinks. Soap and things is all right, I can deal with that, but that potion is horrible. Hey, did she do you?” “I’m afraid I did her quite thoroughly. And broke her, as a matter of fa, but I glued her together again. She’ll be fine, but I guess it will be a while before she uses the potion again.” “How did you.. oh... OH! Hasse, you know, you really should get in.. the water, so I can show you things and not at all manifest around that wonderful log of yours.” “Sorry. You may be hundreds of years old, but you still look like a little girl. Strange may I be, but not that kind of strange. It wouldn’t work. Besides, I’m bonded to one girl, and about to bond two more. e idea of fidelity migh t be a bit absurd in my positio n, but still.” “en why don’t you Bond me too? I like you, I’ll get to see more things, and maybe I can get a bigger lake or something. Shacking up with a Sorcerer and his harem sounds like a great idea to me. How do you want me to look, then? I can change easily. It’s not like I have a fixed face like you do.” e Warden rose from the water, until she appeared to stand on the surface. Her body grew from the twelve-year-old to a beautiful, athletic woman to a copy of a Muggle
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supermodel. Her blue-green eyes never changed, though. Harry watched intently. is ability was what he wanted. And her, of course. He made a heroic effort to stay on track. “at’s very interesting indeed, Stina, and once I’ve learned what I want to know, perhaps we can discuss it. What I really want to know is if I can use this power like you can, and change my appearance?” She sunk down to her waist again, mimicking a Marilyn Monroe with serious enhancements, and thought about it before answering. “It’s almost impossible to say, but I would think so. e changing of my own body is easy, and not very heavy on power. I guess that if you can do that race boat thing, you can do the changes, too. It’s basically the same thing.” She grinned irreverently at him, “If I have to be a teacher to get me some, I guess class is in session. Jump in. I need to feel you to do this. I honestly do, it’s not just the pussy talking.” is began a few interesting hours for Harry, and the Lake Warden worked him hard. She guided his body, literally showing him how to swim. She forced him to learn transforming his body to water, but they quickly found that he had a very limited ability to It wasis enough, toserious make him change his though, appearance, and even make himdoa so. bit taller. effehowever, took some concentration, and he kept tripping over his own feet. e Warden also frequently commented on his past experiences, and made remarks about his thoughts, until he flat out asked her if she could read his mind. She laughed at him. “Hasse, did you know that more than half your body is water, and that you’re currently swimming in several million tons of my brain? Sensing thoughts and memories through touch is easy, once you learn to filter out the junk.” “Can I learn that? What junk was that, by the way?” “Your brain is full of signals. Muscle control, detailed information to your leen, all kinds of junk. Sorting out your conscious thoughts isn’t easy. ere wouldn’t be much point to learn this, as you couldn’t really sort things out without magic. Legilimency is easier, and I bet Fafnir would be a better teacher than me. My way can bypass your Occlumency, though.” “My Occlumency is rubbish, so that’s not very hard.” “What? You have Jormungandr in your head, guarding your thoughts and you think it’s rubbish?” “Eh. What was that? I tried to learn Occlumency last year, but I didn’t get it right. Could have something to do with the absolute bastard who tried to teach me though, that.” “Well, you don’t need any more defe nce than what you already hav e. I guess you can thank Fafnir for that, then. ere’s a constru of Jormungandr in your brain. It’s quite intelligent, and will defend you violently. You might want to communicate with it sometime. I sense that you have a link to your consort, and he won’t touch that, and you have a listening device in here, too.” “You mean I have a bug in my brain?”
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“Almost. It’s a little piece of magic that will allow the maker to bypass all shielding that’s added aerwards. I guess Jormungandr can destroy it if you ask. Now, let’s see Mr Pritchard again.” Harry concentrated. He grew taller, he changed his hair, his skin and he even managed to cloak the damn scar. Aer a minute, Harry was gone, and Caradoc Pritchard was in his place. “Good. Now, remember what he feels like, and then, we’ll make you change the clothes, too. First, though, I want you to change into Harry Potter.” He paused. What did Harry Potter look like? He was scrawny, had messy hair and a distin scar. He was wiry, but not muscular, and more skinny than lean. He closed his eyes, and brought the image of Harry Potter to the forefront of his mind, and imagined the grid that she had taught him. en he willed his outer edges to liquefy, and assume this form that he had in mind. He felt a rippling effe, not painful but uncomfortable, run over his body. As she whooped and clapped, he opened his eyes. He had made it. Not only had he changed into the scrawnier body that he had just two weeks ago, he was wearing his school uniform. “Great! Well done! Damn, you’re puny.” Stina said.”You might have use for this one, too. Let me look at you.” She ineed him with a dousing, and noted that he was aually scrawnier than he had been, the scar was more pronounced and he was even an inch shorter. He had made a gentle caricature of himself. When she told him to relax, he felt that ripple again, and looked down on his present, naked and muscular self. He shied to Pritchard, and this time he saw the ripple read, changing him direly from naked Hasse to cloaked Caradoc. He resumed his own shape agai n, and lied himself , until he was walking on top of the water. “You know, this has been fun. I’m a bit curious, though. at first thing I did, the racing? What was that?” “You were trying to cross the lake. Your magic tried to help you, but didn’t know how to do it. I helped you some, as a pick-up-line. Now, I’ve had your naked body inside me for hours. I expe to have you inside my naked body shortly. I won’t interfere with training, though. Go and play, and bring your Huldr girls here tonight for some serious playtime. It’s about time for you to get to the smithy. Sea you.” With the horrible pun hanging, the Warden sank into her lake, and Harry walked across the lake to his clothes. Once he had pulled them on, he ran to the smithy. One neat advantage of his wetter heritage, was that he wouldn’t need a towel to dry himself again. He wanted to be dry, and he was. He decided, as the smithy came into view, to give the Warden one hell of a thank you. Glamours wouldn’t cut it against Moody’s eye, or the ident check at the ministry, for that matter. Maybe he could get to Britain as Caradoc, and attend his own funeral? at would be sweet. He slowed down. ∼ Gabi, darling. You awake? ∼ ∼ Barely, Beloved. ey’ve just gone to sleep here. ∼ ∼ Anything ecial? ∼
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No, justMy wet. Apparently part Lake shag”, Warden, and I ∼ can change my appearance like they can. teacher wants aI’m “thank-you though. Go ahead, then. I want some sisters. Have you bonded the Huldr yet? ∼ ∼ You know I haven’t. I have decided that I will, though. Does that count? ∼ ∼
∼ Anything you do is perfe. ese girls here might not miss you as much as I thought. ∼ ∼ Oh? ∼ ∼ Ginny was supposed to help Hermione shave her pussy. Watching Ginny “slip” constantly was as much fun as watching Hermione biting her lips, trying not to cum. She failed, though. When Hermione returned the favour, they barely pretended any more, but they’re still maintaining that nothing has happened. As Ginny aually squirted, it’s kind of hilarious. Luna is just playing it cool. She just excused herself, as she needed to masturbate for a while. I like her. She howls like a banshee when she orgasms, too. May I try her sometime? ∼ ∼ Let’s see what happens first. I have a feeling things will be complicated. Have you been able to give them my warning yet? ∼ ∼ No. I was going to do it tonight, but I almost fell asleep. I will do it now. May I flirt with them on your behalf? ∼
Have fun, just don’t make any promises I can’t fulfil.∼ ∼ So promising them a vigorous “thank you” that will give them problems walking and sitting for days is all right? I wanted to recruit them to the Caradoc Pritchard Eionage ∼
Network, bringing news to you about the people you care about. ∼ ∼ at’s a great idea. e news, I mean, not the other thing. Do what you think is best, though. Just tell me about it before I meet them again, will you? ∼ ∼ Of course, Beloved. Now, I’d better write the mysterious letter. Have a nice day, Master. ∼ ∼
You too, my dearest. Have fun. ∼
Yup, things were getting complicated. Fun, though. e very thought of Ginny and Hermione in bed was heating parts of him to and alarming level, and he was seriously considering returning to the lake. Aer all, Stina could look like anyone, right? He opened the doors to the smithy. Surt hadn’t arrived yet, but the plans for the bike were thethe wall. He took timetotovisualize study them. of thenailed tubes,to and struure. It some was hard from He the thought plans, soabout he castthe anstrength illusion of the bike, to get the third dimension. He looked at the blue, tranarent bike that was hanging in the air in front of him. It looked a bit small, so he checked the size with a ruler. It was exaly as the plan said, but it still looked small to him. He decided to give his illusion a little substance, so he did. Aer trying the illusory bike, he understood that he shouldn’t
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really have a larger frame, so he set to work. He willed the forge to light up, and started to melt some bronze and aluminium. While the metal heated up, he studied the gears. Surt had drawn in parts from his own bike, that he intended to buy. Some things were too complicated, aer all. He remembered that Surt’s bike was right outside, so he went out and studied it. As he couldn’t see it well enough, and didn’t want to mess with the settings, he read his magic around the gear shiers and made a illusory copy. en, he made it semi real, like he had with the bike, and mounted it on the ghost bike. As the bronze was almost done, he gave it a little boost of magic. He continued to stir it, and eed up the aluminium. en he put everything down and laughed and laughed and laughed. He was doing it. He was direly manipulating his magic without ell s, and with only intent to guide it. Still snorting in a quite unattraive way, he lied the crucible of bronze to his ghost bike, and poured it gently into the illusion. e shining liquid metal read in an intricate braided web through the illusory frame . As he had the crucible there already, he quickly made similar magical casts from the blueprints and poured the front fork and the handlebars as well. en he filled the frame s up with the molt en aluminium, adjusting the internal struures as he went along, making everything into rigid aluminium tubes, with an internal bronze support struure, stronger and lighter than a pure aluminium profile. Gently heating it to the perfe temperature, he checked the struure for any weaknesses. As he found none, he took the heat out of the glowing casts, dropping the metal to room temperature faster than any dousing could have done. He also used the bronze to fill in the more complicated parts that he had copied from Surt’s bike. ere. Now he only had to fit the wires and make a pair of wheels. A thought and a wave assembled the parts of the bike into something that looked right wicked, and as he concentrated, he gave the bike a figurehead, modelled aer his two favourite Huldr. He smiled to himself as he turned to the door. Standing in the doorway was Disa, wearing the same sun bleached yellow dress as before, and holding a tray with a large breakfast on it. She also had her mouth open, dilated pupils and nipples that probably could cut glass. He walked up to her and nodded at the tray. “For me?” She nodded vigorously, which put the faded fabric of the dress under too much pressure in places, and with a popping sound, her nipples broke through. Disa looked mortified, but to Harry, that might be one of the hottest things he had ever seen. He swily took the tray from her, and reached out with his magic, conjuring a new dress for her, in the colour he now called Sorcerer Blue. e same cut as the one she had just torn through, but with a slightly longer skirt and a tail slit. He kept his magic out as he led her outdoors, and pulled up the gravel from the lawn into a table and two chairs. Aer smoothing them off with a flash of magic, he put the tray down on the table and sat. She sat down on the other chair without taking her eyes of him. He began eating with gusto as the Huldr stared. Aer a while, and several sandwiches, she shook her head. “You’ve done it, haven’t you? You have found the control.” “I guess. Stina in the lake showed me how to do it. I don’t think she knew what she did, though.” “You know, you were a dream before, with your incredible life-force and all, but.... “ “Yes?”
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“Please take me. Please. Let me serve you. ere’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, just keep me. I’ll be your pet, your cook, your whore even, just mmp” Harry had heard enough, so he summoned the girl and simply kissed her senseless. As he held her in his arms, he let his desire flow into her, and she shivered as her own desire fed off his, building to extreme levels. He whiered soly in her ear. “Ssh, my dear. We must eak of this later. You can never be my one and only, but I don’t want to leave you. I want to Bind you to me, and I want to kee p you around. I also want to fuck you silly right now, but I’d better wait until tonight, when I have time to make it good for you.” As he finished whiering, she came hard, wetting her dress and as he cleaned and dried it with his magic, she came again . is time, she came with out squirting, so they could sit down and continue, even if Disa had the most adorable blush going. “Should I call you Master now?” She asked with an arched eyebrow. “You know my name. Gabrielle calls me Master, though, and I admit it’s a bit of a turn-on. Now, I have to ask. Do you want to be bonded to me? Do you know what you are giving up? You will be one of at least three , possibly four, girls. Maybe even more. Gabrielle, Jorunn and of course you, are the ones I know I want right now. Stina is a possibility, but we’ll see. I promised to consider her, so I am.” “Master, yes that’s a turn-on for me too, like I said, just keep me. Fuck me once in a while, and you can keep me in a doghouse if you wan t. Damn it, do you know what happened there, when I saw you working in there, radiating power like a lighthouse? I’m already half-bonded! I am completely subservient, like Jorunn has been since you met. You are the Alpha male, and I want to have your babies, care for you and the whole eleven yards.” “Nine yards, perhaps?” “Eleven. I’ll go further than anyone. Let me serve you, your friends, use me however you want. In the mornings I guess you need to pee, just like anyone else. If you put the head of your cock in my ass, you can pee there, and I will take it to the bathroom for you, so you can stay in bed. I. Am. Yours! Get it? Now, I won’t beg for your fantastic cock right now, but tonight, I’ll be there.” Harry smiled warmly at the ferocious Huldr. His life was looking up. Now he knew, without a doubt, that he had someone in his corner. Gabrielle was just wonderful, and Disa was beautiful and charming. Jorunn was breathtakingly beautiful, and both Huldr girls were a power to reckon with. How two such powerful individuals could choose him as their Master was beyond him, but he liked it. He really did. He could just imagine a bedroom with a ridiculously large bed, where he could sleep with his black-haired, silveryblond and strawberry blonde Lady Love. Another thing came to mind quite suddenly. Where would that bedroom be? No one could force him back to Privet Drive, that was certain, but to expose himself to Fumbledore’s manipulations at Grimmauld Place was also out of the question. He would probably continue to work with the Order, but his reason for doing so was still just a few cells under Gabrielle’s heart. Now, where would he live? Suddenly, the idea came to him. “Dobby? Can you hear me?” Disa was looking bewildered, when an unusually loud Pop was heard.
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“Disa,” Harry said, “Meet Dobby, one of my very best friends. Dobby, this is Disa, one of my intended.” He was a bit taken aback when Dobby promptly attacked his knees in a hug, just as Disa launched herself at him, catching his lips in an almost feral kiss. Dobby oke up, with a trembling voice. “Harry Potter Sir is the greatestest wizard in the whole world, to say Dobby is friend.” “You’re right, but Harry Potter Master is the bestest sorcerer in the whole world, to call me his intended.” Harry could only laugh. “e reason I called you, Dobby, is that I need an agent in Britain. Do you know if I own any property where I could live with my Ladies?” Dobby thought hard, but shook his head. “Dobby doesn’t know. Dobby will ask the Goblin Bentpick. He knows, but Dobby needs Authorisation for many things in Gringott’s. A free elf like Dobby can’t do much.” in Britain, andTell as my Consort, is authorised Right“Gabrielle now, justisask Bentpick. himofficial that the storm isshe building up, andforheanything. might just know you’ve oken to me if he wonders. Would it be easier if I hired you?” “Harry Potter Sir would hire Dobby? Dobby would be the happiest house-elf in the world!” “Dobby, I wouldn’t need a house-elf without a house, so if you could...” “Leave it to Dobby, Harry Potter Sir. Dobby will take care.” With a pop, the ecstatic elf was gone. “Harry, or Hasse or just Master, did you mean it? You called me your intended, and to me, that means family, not just fuck-toy.” “You could never be just a fuck-toy to me. In my own quirky way, I love all three of you, and I would love to have a family as quirky as myself.” She kissed him. It was slow and sensual and filled with joy. It lasted for quite some time, and was only interrupted by the sound of Surt entering the smithy behind him. “Hasse, what have you done now? ere’s bronze all over the floor here and on...oh my.” *
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Harry arranged for your letters to be stolen from the Headmaster’s desk unread, so no damage has been done so far, but care in future contas might be best. Due to his limited access to Guinevere’s eyes, he would ask you to bring her with you to the memorial. He would also be most appreciative if you would keep him advised on the developments regarding his friends and those he considers family. You need not include yourselves, since he have seen for himself how very nice forms you are in. As a side note, I can vouch for the grea tness of his appreciation. It is something most girls would remember tenderly for several days. I would also personally wish for you to keep Guinevere with you during most hours, when she’s with you. I wish to ensure Mr. Potter’s wishes to return to Alma Mater in September, and some lures are better than others to attra young men with. Guinevere can as mentioned bring him return messages, and Hedwig can no doubt find Guinevere. Sincerely Ms. Anne rope *
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“So?” Luna said. “You like to explore each other. I am a bit hurt that none of you wanted to explore me, but I’ll live.” “Oh, Luna. It’s not that.. we didn’t...” Ginny tried, beet red. “You couldn’t really think about something you had decided not to think about?” “Asboth, strange thatnot sounds, I thinkI’m that’s it”toHermione “Honestly, I amIattraed to you but as that’s something used even thinksaid. about. Other girls, mean. How about you then, Luna?” “I am more open, I guess. I have thought of both of you as I have masturbated in the past. You are more beautiful than I imagined, though, and I would like to know how both of you taste. Maybe we can rehearse together, and drive Harry to the ground when he returns?” Ginny, still blushing, began to laugh. “In front of Guinevere, too, so he gets a preview of why he should come back? I’m in. I really like the two of you, and there’s very little I wouldn’t do to get Harry. Hermione?” Hermione couldn’t think straight, and if that wasn’t annoying enough, her knickers was soaking wet. She had no idea that it would be so exciting to know you’ve been watched. She had barely restrained herself from diving into Ginny’s delightful little pussy the night before, with Luna watching, and now she didn’t know what to think. She was frustrated like crazy, and she had an itch that badly needed scratching. Harry could be watching. Harry’s gratitude was great. She had a massive crush, if not more, on Harry. ere wasn’t much to think about, really. “Luna, why don’t Ginny and I help you shave?” Luna’s happy blush was all the answer she needed. *
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Harry was pushing it, and he knew it. He needed to know the breaking point. He bit down, pushing as hard as he could, ignoring the resistance, forcing his way up the hill on too high a gear. e chain creaked ominously, but the frame was still rigid. It had taken him and Surt two hours to complete the bike. ere was just so many details he hadn’t thought about, like cutting holes and such for fastenings and things. On the other hand, he now had a very light and strong racebike, and a very cool-looking one at that . Leif had brought a saddle and steering wraps in some kind of leather. Apparently, he was a leather worker by profession, and the saddle he had made was perfe. e artistic Vala revealed her magic by painting the bike in a scale-like pattern of green and bronze, with the brandname ’Fafnir’ painted on the top tube. Downhill now. He leaned forward, trying to minimize his air resistance without cheating. He knew now how easy itmarker. would be to conjure following wind, but he refrained. He passed the forty kilometre Only ten morea to go. He shied to the highest gear, and pushed on. Maybe Dobby would have returned when he got back. He had been out a littl e more than an hour, and he still felt great. It was like Leif had said. His magic wouldn’t let him wear out. Considering his little harem, that was good news indeed. He got sweaty, though. e girls had given him a biking jersey in some
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shiny acid green material, and a pair of trousers with some kind of diaper sewn in place. He was told not to wear any underwear under those. Like he had any. He did have some in his trunk, but since his cock needed so much more room now, they didn’t fit any more. Besides, he didn’t mind going commando. Suddenly, he felt a disturbance in the magic ahead. Someone was gathering a curse. He focused on the disturbance, and recognized Leif ’s signature, hidden in a clump of bushes. More training, he assumed, so he prepared a nice counter-attack. As he got closer, he felt a cutting curse come at his front wheel. He blocked it easily, and returned fire. As Leif had stood up, Harry could clearly see his shock as he grew a pair of boobs that put even Disa’s to shame. It bought him time to get off the bike, and vanish. At least, that’s what it looked like from Leif’s point of view. Harry was staying very still. He was tranarent as water, but he knew that if he moved, he would be seen immediately. He sent his magic out to the le, and rustled a few bushes gently, while simultaneously building the swirls for a powerful stunner behind the huge man. As Leif was looking intently at the shivering bushes, Harry powered up the stunner pattern, which hit the halfgiant straight in the back. He collapsed quietly, and Harry lied the boob hex and got on his bike again. Five more kilometres to go. He went flat out, and made it back home in a good time, in ite of the impromptu duel. He put his bike away and got up the stairs to his room. Jorunn was there, and he smiled at her. Her return smile was decidedly shy, but he stripped anyway and hit the shower. He had worked all the knobs out now, and treated himself to a gentle rain from all direions. Aer a few minutes, he felt a small, so hand on his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder to find a naked Huldr in the shower with him. She soaped her hands up, and began to wash him. She was very attentive, and he got a great massage at the same time by those strong little hands. Aer a while, he remembered something. “Jorunn?” “Yes, Hasse?” “Would you come with me back to Britain?” “Do you want me to?” “Oh yes. I have to go back, but I really don’t want to choose.” “Hasse, Huldr is not supposed to love, but I love you. Disa too. I stay with you. Will you Bond me?” “Yes. If you want to, I mean. Do you?” “I do. Please bond me. Take what is already yours.” Harry turned around to face her. She was smiling, with tears running from her eyes. She tried to restrain herself, but couldn’t. She leapt at him, throwing her arms around him and wrapping her legs around his waist as her lips sought his. He grabbed her delicious butt and lied her a bit and adjusted her position so he could lower her hairless little quim on to his cock. her. She She gaed, and heron, tongue inv aded his immediately. mouth with aShe vengeance as more he began to move egged him and came almost came two times before she felt him swell, and she quickly dislodged herself from him, dove down and took his cock between her upper breasts until she felt the tremors of his orgasm. She took the head into her mouth, and revelled in the taste and texture. As her mouth filled, she pulled him out, and jerked the rest out over her face and breasts, with a big smile on
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her face. He didn’t cum so much this time. For him, anyway. Looking him straight in his eyes, she began to clean herself with her finger, sucking off every drop with a shudder of pleasure. He knew she was play-aing a bit, but it didn’t matter very much, since she was doing it for him. She was making the effort for him, and the feeling almost brought him to his knees. He knew that it was a bloody strange marker, but her antics was what really drove the point home. is incredible, perfe woman loved him, and would do anything for him. He would definitely bond her that night, because if he let her go, he knew he would regret it for the rest of his life. His Jorunn. His Gabrielle. His Disa. His life. *
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“Surt? Our daughters are perfely safe. He beat me in about five seconds. I didn’t get more than one curse off before he had me distraed, looking the wrong way and stunned from behind where I know he wasn’t. I just love that boy! ere’s no point for me to train him myself. I was never that much of a fighter anyway. I’m calling in the Einharjers now.” “Did you see the bike? I didn’t do more than help him assemble the tricky parts. e frame is a masterpiece of magical enginee ring. I think he’s got it.” e bald smith was aually jumping with glee. Sigyn came strolling, beaming happily. “Gentlemen, tonight our daughters will be bonded. Maybe they’ll have a Lake Warden sister, but that one keeps changing. Harald has made a conneion with our standoffish little waterout. He’s preparing to find a house for them in Britain, but I can sense that he intends to return here once he’s done with his destiny there.” “is is a lot faster than we anticipated, right? Why is that?” “It’s Stina, I guess. Leif, we have always known that we can trust her, but she’s never been part of the family, really. From what I can sense, Hasse trea ted her like a person from thesomehow start, butand he she gotdid. a bit annoyed at the she prohis jeed. herelse. to change She could help himimage understand powerHe likeasked no one Appearances to the contrary, she’s smarter than me, wiser than me, and knows a few tricks, too. He’s got some power over her, like he does the girls.” “And you, dear.” “Well, yes Surt. Does it shock you that I want to try to ride that broomstick of his again? If he bonds me, though, I’ll be a sister to my daughter, and some things are just too weird. I love you Leif, and I like you well enough, Surt. I have no intention of carrying out my little dream.” “at’s a relief. It’s enough to have your husband making me feel inadequate. At least he’s supposed to be huge.” e trio laughed together, happy for their daughters and each other, and happy for the scrawny little boy who had become a Sorcerer before their eyes. *
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“Harry Potter Sir? It’s Dobby, Sir. Dobby has plans, Sir. A messy black head rose from the bed. Dobby began to jump in excitement until he saw how long the hair was, and the two pairs of breasts that followed. “Hello, I am Jorunn. You Master’s friend Dobby?” “Master Harry talkfor ofhouse Dobby, “Yes, friend. HePotter say youSirlook in miss?” Britain so I won’t have leave loved Master.” “Yes, Mistress Jorunn, Dobby has. Found little Castle, Dobby has. Kilchurn Castle. By Loch Awe.” “Wait a second,” Harry said, revealing himself over the edge of the bed, “I’ve been there. It’s a ruin even to wizards.” “Yes, Harry Potter Sir, it’s an old fideliuslike charm on the castle. Goblins say Harry Potter Sir is heir to Sorcery, and the castle was owned by Sorcerers. Harry Potter Sir is very rich now, and has many places in Britain as the last Sorcerer. Goblins like Harry Potter Sir. Dobby has been to Kilchurn, and it’s very dusty and old, but fine. Shall Dobby clean it or shall Dobby look for other castle?” “Hmm. Can you take us there? Maybe we should check the place out before we make up our mind?” “Harry Potter Sir, there’s an Arch by the castle. If Harry Potter Sir can give Dobby a day, Dobby will make the Arch work again, and dust a little.” “What’s an Arch?” “Hasse,” Jorunn said, “I think it like our gates. We have linked gates to other gates, but some gates go anywhere. It like a portkey. Very old magic. Vanir, long before Aesir came.” “Mistress Jorunn right. Arch very old, older than Hogwart’s. Master Harry Potter Sir, castle is not very big, but maybe too big for Dobby to keep otl ess and cook too. Can Dobby Winky?” “Ofhire course. I remember the castle quite well. It’s a beautiful place, and the Loch is wonderful. Okay Dobby. Hire Winky if you can, and see to the Ar ch. By the way, do you know anything about modern plumbing and modern appliances? I think we’ll need to upgrade the place.” “Dobby is quick to learn about things Master wants. Dobby will see about it. Tomorrow, Dobby will come back.” With a pop, the elf was gone. “You have castle? Real castle?” “It seems that way. Do you mind?” “No, no, I must go tell Disa and Father and ..” e excited Huldr threw her clothes on, and with a squeeing sound, she cannonballed from the room. Harry chuckled as he saw her tail esc ape through the door. A castle. ree girls, possibly four. Maybe even more. He’d come a long way from the depressed little boy who sat on his trunk at King’s Cross, waiting to be carted off to the Dursley’s. He could of course be careless in not waiting for the other shoe, but life was pretty good.
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A few hours later, Harry was praising. He was using his watermorphing, assuming the shapes of all his friends, and even some objes. He figured that if he could hide as a rock or a suit of armour, it could be a pretty good thing. He could switch between Caradoc, Harry and Harald Fafnersson in a lit second now, and he was trying on a few aors, too. Suddenly he remembered what the sweet Lake Warden had said, about his mental guardian. He sat down and closed his eyes. ∼ Jormungandr? Can you hear me? ∼ He was momentarily overwhelmed by the image of the World Serpent. is thing in his mind was huge! ∼ Yes, Master Harald? ∼ e voice was deep and rumbling, and it oke slowly. ∼ Wow, you’re huge. Did Fafnir send you? ∼ ∼ Yes, Master Harald. Your father made me here to guard you. You know many things that should be kept secret. We need to talk about some things, though. You have a back door here. Someone has placed a magical gate into your mind. I can remove it or trap it, ∼
making sure that no one enters unharmed. ∼ Hmm. Can you tell who made it? ∼ ∼ No, but I will recognise the touch if I feel it again. ∼ ∼ Trap it then. Let’s see who we can catch. If someone tries Legilimency on me, you will fight back, corre? ∼ ∼ Yes, Master. No one will get to your secrets. I have raised walls here, that are very strong, leaving allowances for Matebonds. I am in your mind, and I know your heart and mind. My intelligence is magical, though, and I may have other pereives than you do. Part of my funion is the Advisor. I also have a form of Warding magic available to me, that you might want to deploy in your castle. ∼ ∼ Good. Can you catch and hold an intruder? ∼ ∼ Yes. It is not hard. I will do so, and give you time to identify them. ∼ ∼ Can you block the scarconneion, or send false images? ∼ ∼ Yes. Which images do you want to send? ∼ ∼ I want to give the impression of a scrawny, clinically depressed little kid who worries like crazy over his lack of power and his certain death. I want Voldemort to consider me completely harmless. ∼ ∼ A good idea. I will make it so. Your mind is safe. ∼ at was interesting. He relaxed his morphing and returned to his standard appearance. He went outside, and was met by Jorunn and Disa, and once again, he was struck by their beauty. “Hello Ladies. I was heading down to the lake. Would you like to join me?” e two Huldr girls blushed prettily and their eyes lit up so brightly that it could be seen in daylight, and they aually curtsied. ey took up position s at his sides, and together they went down to the lake. As they got to the water’s edge, Stina rose from the surface. First as the twelve year old, but she shied to her Marilyn face immediately.
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“Hi there, Hasse Hunk, what.... are you up to..” She saw his determined face, and understood. “Stina, you said you would like to bond me. Were you sincere?” “Yes. I don’t know why, but yes. I will follow you wherever you go, if you let me.” “Can you carry us to one of the islands?” Stina sank into the water, and an area of the lake, maybe ten feet across, seemed to harden. Harry stepped out on it, and the Huldr girls followed him. e warden carried them across the lake to the islet with the little cott age on. As Harry walked up from the lake, Disa and Jorunn followed him, and Stina flowed up from the water, assuming a human Rita Hayworth-like form, a voluptuous redhead with blue-green eyes. ey entered the cottage, and Harry took in the room. It was small, but it had a table, and a couple of chairs. ere was also a low bed, covered in furs. Harry didn’t say anything, but he took Disa by the hand, looked her deep in her shining eyes before he kissed her. She seemed to melt into him, and I ite of her huge boobs, she pressed her body against his as if she wanted to merge with him. He concentrated, and made her clothes liquid, allowing them to run off her like water before returning them to solid shape. He let his own follow. He never broke the kiss. He felt his passion build, and allowed her to share it, blue light flickering over the cottage walls. He allowed the lightning to flow over the floor, grounding itself in Jorunn, who gaed in pleasure, and Stina who was totally unprepared, and fell to her knees in a surprisingly intense orgasm. He laid Disa down on the low bed, and moved his attention to her nipples. e air in the cottage was filled with blue mist, and he didn’t wait longer than he had to. He put his finger on her little rosebud, and released the Veela magic. She came, lubricating his hand, her arse and parts of the bed. As he positioned himself for the Bonding, he asked her again. “Disa, will you be mine? Will you let me bind you to me?” She looked him straight in his eyes, and answered simply. “Yes. I am yours. Please make it real.” He did. He pushed his cock against her opening, and it gave way surprisingly easy. Slowly, slowly, he pushed himself into her body , and her eyes were locked in his. She reonded, and set a faster tempo. She was unbelievably tight, almost painful to be inside, but as she moved he forgot everything except this beautiful woman and their joining. She pulled him down and kissed him, then she whiered in his ear. “Master, fuck me, love me, make me yours. I will always be there. However you want, whenever you want. I can take care of myself and I will care for you. Just fuck my ass now, and make me forever yours.” He couldn’t take more than that. Her declaration and her tight little ass didn’t just push him over the edge, he rocketed over it as he ent himself inside her, and as he did, he felt their magics intertwine, and the her bond form. His towering overHe them, before crashing down on her , making glow with hismagic blue rose, Sorcerer’s magic. felt her joy over her new Master, and Jormungandr smiled and stabilized the newly formed conneion. Disa herself was lost, driing on a sea of power, pleasure and magic. He felt that she would stabilize eventually and stood up, refreshing himself with a burst of magic. He le the glowing Huldr where she was, pulling a blanket over her and took Stina by
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her hand and led her outside. She was staring at him with naked longing, and he decided to give her what he could. He took her in his arms and flooded her with his passion and affeion and she froze. She stood shivering in his arms, locked in a mind-numbing orgasm until he withdrew, and she collapsed in his arms. He carried her into the water, slightly surprised that she kept her form as he laid her down at the water’s edge, caressing her as she shivered. As his hand went down between her legs, she jerked her thighs apart, and bucked to meet him. He realised that she, too, was a virgin in ite of her age. She wasn’t sure of what to do, and he wasn’t about to oil the mood by asking. Instead, he laid down between her legs and asked her the other question. “Stina, you barely know me, yet you have said you wish me to Bond you. Is that your wish? If you change your mind, I won’t stop unless you want me to, but I will bond you, and keep you at my side from now on if that’s what you wish. What is your wish?” “Please take me. I’ve been waiting for you for three centuries, and now you’ve come. Please, please take me and make me yours, Master. Be my Master. I will be whatever you want, just take me.” So he did. Gently and carefully, he entered her tight little vagina. Releasing his magic through his cock, he drove her to another never-ending orgasm, as he pushed through her virginity, and filled her completely. She howled and sobbed and urged him to go faster, driving him on with heels and nails until he drained himself in her virgin pussy, filling her with his semen until it urted out besides his cock, still buried inside her. He felt her magic reaching out for his, to be subdued and bonded to his stronger force. It was very different from his bondings with Disa, which had just flown on, her magic begging to be taken, and Gabrielle, which he barely remembered. Again, as his magic flooded her, she passed out in a blissful state of contentment, and he felt her getting added to his soul and mind. He carried her up to the cottage, putting the unconscious Lake Warden next to the passed out Huldr and turned his attention to Jorunn. She had shed her clothes, and stood straight, with something of a challenge in her eyes. Her naked body was glorious, and he revelled in the sight of her taut little stomach, her large and full upper breasts and her tight, firm, pink-nippled lower breasts. Her foxtail swished behind her, revealing a rather playful mood, and her lovely long legs were arranged for maximal impa. Since she seemed to expe him to, he asked her too. “Jorunn, do you want me to bond you? If you don’t, I won’t.” “Harry James Potter, Harald Fafnersson, Disa loves you, because you love Disa, not Disa’s boobs, or smile, or sucking, Just Disa. Stina fell for you making her feel like person, like woman, not strange water creature. She very ... other. You like other, so Stina love you. I love you like them, but I different. I am dangerous. I can lose control and kill. Do you love me? Do you want to bond me? I love you, and if I go feral like birthmother, will you stop me? If it needs doing, will you kill me? He thought about it, and it made hell of a lot of sense. If he bonded her, he would be reonsible for her. If she became a danger, would he take that reonsibility? It wasn’t really a question. “Yes, Jorunn. I will talk to your father about it, because if such a thing would be necessary, I would do it, or he would. I would not trust anyone else to do it with love and care. I love you, Jorunn , and you know I can keep you safe, for others and from them,
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too. Shall I prove it to you? Shall I hunt you, and take you by force? If I know you want it, I can do it.” He didn’t even finish the sentence before she attacked. Claws extended, she jumped at him with force, and managed to slash him across his cheek. He liquefied it, and healed it before he became solid again. He turned, scanning the area for the vanished girl’s magic. When he otted her, she was about to attack him again. He caught her. He chose to do it simply, and simply let his magic grab and hold her. She tossed and fought against his grip, but he held her, and her musky scent filled the air. He floated her towards him, and told her in a gentle, loving voice. “I am stronger than even you. I am faster than even you, and I will always, always find you. I can keep you fed and sated. You are already mine, by conquest, and by the old law you invoked, but even if I have chosen you, do you choose me?” She looked at him with obvious adoration, and whiered soly. “Yes, Master. Please make me yours, and make my dream come true.” He kept her in the body bind, but lied her, so he could reach her most tender ots with Shetongue, screamed andprepared writhedher as he clit, and invasion. probed herHer depths with his his tongue. prehensile as he asslicked for theher imminent eyes shone brightly as he lowered her, and sank into her wet, tight pussy. Just a few strokes got done before she came, gushing over his cock, making sure he was perfely lubricated. He released her, and she promptly had him on his back, sitting over him, and positioning his cock just under her tail. en she sat down, letting out a loud howl of joy, as her very own Sorcerer began to Bond her as she rode him in a furious tempo. He bucked and reonded as she kept a pace high enough to almost outrun her Huldr healing power. He shone with the Sorcerer’s blue fire, and she came again and again, before he bucked up and launched a final load into her intestines, where it promptly disappeared, absorbed by the willing Huldr’s body. is time, as soon as he felt the Bond in place, he didn’t have to fight it any more, and dried off to sleep.
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Chapter IX
the Oysters cried,
Harry didn’t he woke up. He had half expeed wakejoined, up likebut in Jorunn’s dream, with his cockmove in herasass, and Disa busying herself wheretothey he was alone in bed and he could hear laughter outside. He quietly got out of bed, and morphed himself a pair of boxers. He decorated them with his Coat of Arms, simply because he could. As he looked for the girls, he felt Jormungandr calling his attention. ∼ Excuse me, Master. As you slept, the girls have rummaged around quite a lot in your head. ey have learnt about your early life, Jorunn have copie d and learnt your English, although incompletely, and they have managed to conta Gabrielle through you. I assumed it was all right. ere is a way I can set up a mental compartment, allowing the girls to talk to each other without bothering you, unless you want to eavesdrop, of course. ∼
Shall I? ∼ at sounds like a good idea. anks for looking out for me.
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He looked out over the lake. At the water’s edge he saw a girl, a brunette wearing a bikini of leather and bronze and some kind of loincloth. He recognised Stina’s eyes though, so he strolled down to her. “Hello Stina. How are you? Any regrets?” “None whatsoever, Master. I love you. You don’t recognise this shape, do you?” “No. Should I?” 107
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“You must be the only male in the lands who haven’t drooled over Princess Leia in ’Return of the Jedi’.” she laughed and morphed to the Rita Hayworth she had been earlier. “I’d rather drool over you no matter how you choose to look. I didn’t bond you because you can look like someone else.” he smiled, but jumped as she lost control and fell into a puddle. A voice behind him la ughed. “Beloved, you sure do know what to say to make a girl melt.” He turned to see Jorunn standing there, completely naked and smiling at him. “Hello Love, how long have I been out of it?” “Not long, Beloved. About an hour. Did you know we would grow in the Bonding?” “How do you mean?” She didn’t answer, just shimmered into an unusually large red fox. e fox had blue markings around the chest, and the tail looked like a smaller version of her own. A large female lynx came strolling around the corner, and shimmered into Disa, but she looked slightly different. Her hair had more and different highlights, and her tail was a bit shorter, and had a much lighter underside. “Master, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She cried as she threw herself at him and covered his face in kisses. “My other shape is so beautiful, and agile and fast and just wonderful. Both Jorunn and I can retra our tails now, and look almost human.” “You will always be more beautiful than any mere human. e only one I have ever met who can compete with my girls is Gabrielle’s sister. No regrets, then?” “None, Master. None at all.” Stina had pulled herself together, and looked like a fieen year old version of her usual pre-teen. She had the hair and other features of his adult alias, and a big smile. “Master, meet Elaine Pritchard, Caradoc’s daughter and Harry Potter’s girlfriend. Just in case you really want to muck things up.” Harry laughed and struck a pose. He brought out a resounding voice and oke. Dead, she dried to his feet. Tell us, Love, is Death so sweet? Oh! the river floweth deep. Fathoms deeper is her sleep. Oh! the current driveth strong. Wilder tides drive souls along. Driing, though he loved her not, To the heart of Launcelot, Let her pass; it is her place. Death hath given her this grace. Let her pass; she resteth well. What her dreams are, who can tell?
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Mute the steersman; why, if he Speaketh not a word, should we? 4 As he oke, he summo ned a mist over the lake. He made the illusion of a barge, driing across the lake, barely visible through the mist. His voice echoed over the lake, and everything went quiet. He looked at his girls, who were staring wide-eyed at him with open mouths. “is is our man,” Stina whiered, “who hasn’t seen Star Wars, but who makes poetry come alive at the blink of an eye.” “Lucky, lucky us,” Disa whiered back, with deep feeling. A bell rang out over the lake, and another, dragonheaded barge came sailing out of the mist, heading straight for them. At the bow was Sigyn, dressed in a white gown, and with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. As the barge touched land, she stepped out of it and approached him. In her outstretched hands was something that looked almost, but not quite, like a sword, covered with a white cloth. He understood that she had seen him create this mood with his little recital, and just followed suite. In homage to the ritual feeling, he un vaguely medieval for his girls, and they played along, lining up next to him as Sigyn made her waygowns to them. “Lord Harry James Potter of Kilchurn, Harald Fafnersson, Sorcerer, warrior, loved by Freja and son of the great serpent of the North. On the eve of your bonding my daughter, I bring you gis. “I bring you Stormbreaker, a battle hammer, made of the rarest metals and by the greatest of smiths this age. “Wield it with care and strike with might, on that walls and wards alike will fall before you. “I bring you Fang, a wand or staff, made from Fafnir’s own fang, and with Serpent tears and Huldr love as core. “It will hold for you where an y other wand would fail. Wield it with care, and cast with might. “I bring you e Dragon’s Gi, the potion Fafnir gave you, his son, so that you can take your rightful place as his heir. “I bring you the gratitude of a Vala, for granting her daughter such happiness and joy, and for providing me with such an opportunity for theatrics.” As she oke, she removed the cloth, and handed him a huge hammer, at least two feet long, but lighter than he would have expeed from the massive angular head, and his Sorcerer’s sight could see it shine with magic. e head was covered in some kind of harness, and it looked like it would sit on his belt. Disa took it, and attached the hammer to his hip. e wand was about twelve inches long, bone white and with an intricate pattern carved into it, filled with runes that glowed blue as he took it. It felt very good indeed. 4 From “Elaine and Elaine” by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps in Songs of the Silent World and Other Poems, 1885.
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ere was an arm holster to it, but before he could reach for it, the wand grew to a staff, and the carvings appeared to move around over it. He shrunk it again, and Jorunn strapped the holster on to his right arm, and the wand called Fang settled comfortably. He took the phial of toxic green potion. He eyed it suiciously, but put it away, for now. Harry let the mist fall and Sigyn dielled the barge, both smiling. “What would you have done if I hadn’t had a poetry attack just then?” He asked. “I would just have given you the stuff, I guess.” the Vala said with a shrug. “is was much more fun, not to mention a hell of a lot more suitable. You’re like straight out of our legends, you know.” “I try”, he answered dryly. “Hmm. I didn’t really expe that answer.” “Legendary folks tend to win. I intend to.” “Very good, very good indeed. What brought the poetry on?” “at would have been me,” Stina said. “I call this shape Elain e Pritchard, to be Caradoc Pritchards daughter.” is forced Harry to recount the adventures of Caradoc Pritchard to the merriment of the ladies. He also got to tell them the story of Elaine as he knew it, bringing brief tears to their eyes. He conjured some chairs in front of the cottag e, and they sat down, still dressed in their medieval garbs. “You aually managed to become your own guardian?” Disa asked incredulously. “It wasn’t even hard, when I had the goblins on my side. Cray little buggers, they are.” “Master, that’s just outrageous. So now you have three identities to keep track of.” Jorunn said thoughtfully. “Have you thought of how to use them? really, no. useneed my Puny Harry I’ll facebeinmyself, public and in school, Caradoc when“Not necessary, andI think whenIIwill don’t to pretend, the Harald. I have this feeling that this might be a good idea, but I still haven’t figured out why.” “You know, you could always ask someone who’s job it is to find such answers. Like a Vala,” Sigyn said with a smile. “ere are other questions that are weighing on my mind about now. is potion, for instance. How much time will it take to run it’s course?” “Fafnir said that it would paralyse you for a few hours, while it works on your body. Jormungandr is supposed to deal with the rest. Do you know what he meant by that?” “Yes, I do. I have Jormungandr in my head, guarding my thoughts. I need to keep my secrets, and my Occlumency stinks. Excuse me a moment, I think I need to have a word with him.” ∼ Jormungandr, while the potion is working, will I have access to the bonds? ∼ ∼ Yes, you will. ∼ ∼ I was planning on seeing my memorial service through Gabrielle’s eyes. I can do that while the potion’s working? ∼
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Yes, it sounds like a good idea, since you won’t be able to move. Let your women care for you and take the potion now. It is my advice. ∼ ∼ ank you. ∼ He looked up at the staring girls. “Jormungandr advises me to take the potion now, and end my time being cared for by you three, and ying through Gabrielle’s eyes.” “Sounds like a plan. You won’t get much safer than here on this little island. I am all around it, and I may not have gotten a funky animal shape, but I’m much more powerful now.”Stina pointed out. She nodded at Jorunn and Disa and continued, ”If you two stay here with him, I’ll handle taicals, we can all three get to know each other while we care for our beloved Master.” Harry nodded his approval. “Maybe Dobby can come by with some plans of the castle, and maybe piures of the Loch.” “Harry Potter Sir called?” ∼
“Not really, but welcome. I guess you should all get to know each other. Dobby, I will be out of it for a while. Can you show the ladies some of the castle, maybe floorplans and such? ey are my family, and we will all live there. Take care of that for me?” “Dobby can handle anything, Master Harry Potter Sir.” e elf popped out, looking fiercely proud. Harry grabbed the phial and went inside the cottage. “Anything else, before I drink some poison that will turn me into a dragon? Disa, you fed and all?” “Master, I’m getting oiled. I’ll last a month before I need more. I’ll want more in about ten minutes, but I’ll make do.” “Jorunn, anything?” “Just love me. at’s enough.” “I do love you. All three of you, and you too, Sigyn. Just not in the same way. Stina?” “Tell Gabi we said hi. I can’t wait to meet her.” “I will. Chin-chin.” He raised the phial and swallowed the potion in one go, before hastily laying down amongst the furs. e potion scorched it’s way down his throat, and he thought that this might have been a bad idea. He couldn’t move a muscle, and his head was swimming with visions. He flew, he fought and he was this huge beast with black, leathery wings. As abruptly as the visions had come, they sank away. ∼ You do not need those piures, he heard Jormungandr say. I will care for you. I will take the pain and the images and put them where they belong. Visit your mate, Master.∼ So he did. He felt sharper and faste r as he sought out Gabrielle’s mind, and as he looked through her eyes, he saw three naked girls in bed, apparently just having had some pretty wild times, if the testimony of the beddings sorry state was to be believed. Damn, they were hot. “Do you think Harry saw us?” He heard Ginny say.
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“ere’s just no way to tell,”Hermione answered. “I don’t really care, honestly. at thing you do with your tongue, Luna, is just incredible.” “ank you, Hermione. I was very surprised when you stuck your finger in my ass, but now I can’t wait for Harry to put his member there. It was an intensive orgasm.” both of you can suck my nipples like that anytime. Now, how do I get Harry to do“And that?” “Just show them to him, dear. Who can resist nipples like that?” Hermione laughed and proved her point by taking one in her mouth as Luna claimed the other, and as soon as Luna’s finger pressed against Ginny’s ass, the petite redhead came like a freight train. ∼ ∼
ey have been at it for hours, master. ey were much more vigorous before. ∼ Did you do something? ∼
∼ I may have told them that you sometimes watches through my eyes, and that you might need something to lure you back to Britain. ∼ ∼
at was fun all right, but I have four bonded beauties to keep me sated right now.
My defender told me you met them? ∼ ∼ I did. ey’re great. ank you so much for Bonding them. e Lake Warden was a bit of a surprise, though. Have you really gotten yourself a castle? ∼ Dobby got it for me, and the Goblins helped him. ey have named me Heir of Sorcery, or something like that. Apparently, I’m fairly loaded. Have I missed my memorial? ∼ ∼
∼ Aually, the girls are running late. ey should have started getting ready now. Did you enjoy the bondings? e girls did, that I’ve been told. Jorunn seems to have a slight Bondage fetish, doesn’t she? Disa seems to like it rough, and Stina just got all dreamy when I asked her. Was she a virgin? ∼ ∼ Yes, and you were right about them all. I held Jorunn frozen in the air, and when I released her, she almost raped me. Disa loves to be pounded out of bed. I managed to bond Stina vaginally. You know she can change shape, right? She could have morphed her hymen away, but I think she wanted me to have it. ∼ ∼ I should have known better than to ask. I’m so horny right now I can barely see straight. Can I fly to you now? ∼
It’s not much use, since I’m paralysed for a couple of hours. Once the memorial is out of the way, you really could come north. Right now, though, you’re needed in England. I need three new medallions, for instance, and Dobby might have use for your signature to use my funds freely, with a couple of exceptions, of course. Hey, Dobby is supposed to take us to look at the castle soon. We could maybe meet there. You could perhaps come ∼
back with us. If you want to leave the girls some kins of message saying that I’ve decided to come back for the promise of those three nice pieces of tail on the bed there, you may. I prefer yours, though. ∼ ∼
Beloved, may I ask for something? ∼
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Could you perhaps make some kind of ceremony, making me, or us, your Consorts sort of officially? My mother would appreciate it, and my father would like to see first hand that you really are a Sorcerer. ∼ ∼ Of course. I should have thought of that myself. I’ll talk to Sigyn. Aer all, I’m taking her daughter, too. ∼ ∼
Didn’t you fuck her too? ∼ ∼ Yes, I did. Only once, though, so it barely counts. She got hurt by it, and now, she’s made me this potion that’s messing with my body and mind somehow. ∼ ∼ What is it supposed to do? ∼ ∼ It’s supposed to make me an Animagus and a Serpent Master. My mental guardian is dealing with it, so I can talk to you while it’s working. Hey, they’re stirring. ∼ ey kept chatting lightly as the three girls on the bed started moving again and began to get ready in a furious pace. at is, Hermione was furious, Ginny got ready in the fast paced routine of someone used to oversleeping, and Luna was Luna, just a bit quicker than usual. It was god to see the little touches and caresses they gave each other as they passed, and Luna eecially was taken by that. None of the girls looked Guinevere in the eyes. ∼ Gabi, did Stina tell you about her shape? ∼ ∼ No, why? ∼ ∼ She has modelled a shape aer Caradoc, and is calling it Elaine Pritchard, Caradocs daughter and Harry’s girlfriend. Just to mess things up. ∼ ∼ at’s brilliant. And she will wear a medallion as well. A perfe public face. Will you make a Coat of Arms for Caradoc too? ∼ ∼ I don’t know how to do that. How do you get a dragon, a lynx, a fox, a falcon and something for a Lake Warden in on the same shield? ∼ ∼ I’ll think about it, but it may take me a while. ∼ ∼ You do that. I think I shall try to find the other girls now. Let’s see what’s happening ∼
to my body. ∼ He let Gabrielle’s consciousness slip away, and began searching for the others. He found Stina, and approached. ∼ Hello Stina. How are things? ∼ ∼ Master? is will be incredible, once you’re done. You have transformed three times now, and the cottage is a wreck. You managed to keep the roof of you with some kind of shield, so Jorunn and Disa could easily clear the pieces away. Damn, those girls are strong. ∼ ∼ I didn’t ask you much about the bonding, did I? What happened to you, then? ∼ ∼ I got a lot stronger. I can take bigger forms and maintain them away from the water. I needed to be near water before, but now I can walk like a human for days, it feels like. I can also “feel” more waters. I’m not sure what that means yet. You then, Master? We got these wonderful gis through the bonding. What did you get? ∼ ∼ I got you. What more could I possibly ask for? I know that the bond enhances my feelings, but I love you. I can see myself, on an early morning by the Loch, standing behind you and brushing out your hair. at is an image to die for. ∼
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He didn’t get a reonse from her, just something he only could call static. He moved closer and found himself awash with happiness. He had no idea that this little four hundred year old girl had been so lonely, and what a shock it had been for her to suddenly feel loved. She had gone into this bond, expeing to become a mistress to a caring man. Instead, she found herself being a lover to a loving man, and it almost overwhelmed her to understand that. ∼ Stina, didn’t you know how lovely you are? ∼ ∼ Master, when I see me through your eyes, I don’t recognise myself. I love you, and I would love to sit on the jetty, while you brush my hair. Hopelessly devoted, Master. I’m hopelessly devoted to you. Now, since you’re so far inside me anyway, do you want to see yourself? You’re transformed now. ∼ Harry found the way to see through Stina’s eyes. She was very different than Gabrielle, and her eyesight was not as great as the falcon’s, but it was certainly good enough to see the huge form in front of her. It looked like one of those dinosaurs that Dudley had had models of in his room, until he threw them out the window and then threw a tantrum aer them because they didn’t fly. Pterodayl, he recalled. is one was bulkier, though, and he could see that the wings were larger, and the skin of this thing was definitely armoured. is was a good thing, he assumed, since there was still some debris from the shattered cottage on his back. Apparently, he had grown right out of the building. e wings had tiny overlapping scales, all brilliant black, with silver edges. e body had larger scales, like the palm of his hand, all sharp little angles, making it shimmer and glow, and the silver edges seemed illuminated. e head was long and oddly graceful. e snout looked more like a dragon than the dinosaur, and since the mouth was half open he could see the triple rows of teeth. e tongue was fleshy, and it had two openings on the upper side. On the opposite end was a long tail, ending in a diamond shape, and under the whole thing was two sturdy legs with clawed, five-toed feet. He estimated it to maybe twenty feet long, including the tail. is would be fun. ∼ Impressive, aren’t you? ose holes on the tongue are the ray conduits. You’re big enough to carry us all. I remember when I was a minnow, and these things flew overhead at nights, how they roared as they hunted. It still sends chills down my ine. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be watching your own funeral about now? ∼ ∼ I am, but the girls aren’t there yet. I wonder if they’ll admit Caradoc Pritchard’s bird. e place they’re going to is very secret. e girls decided to expl ore each other yesterday, from the signs, so they had a bit of a slow start today. ey seem hell bent on getting a piece of me. ∼ ∼ Will you bond them too, then? ∼ ∼I don’t think so. Firstly, I’m too big for a human female and secondly, I’m quite happy with four gorgeous ladies in my heart. I wouldn’t want to seem greedy now, would I? ∼ ∼ Heaven forbid. I’m sorry, Master, but this mental thing is very new to me, and it’s a bit tiring. Could you visit someone else for a while? Please don’t take offence. I do want you as close as possible. You haven’t fucked my arse yet, and I really want you to, it’s just that I’m getting a headache. ∼
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Don’t worry so much, love. I’ll check out the Brits now. See you when I wake up, if that makes sense. ∼ He backed out. He touched Jorunn briefly, without announcing his presence. Again he was as shocked as Stina had been when he realised that this girl loved him. Fiercely. She would stop at nothing to make him happy. He moved on to Disa, and discovered the same thing. He finally understood that these girls would love anything he did to them. ey were Huldr. ey were not human. ey would aually love it if they woke up by him ramming his cock in their asses. Disa had even checked out the cock on his animagus form, and had almost passed out when she realised that it was almost as thick as her thigh. He had gotten himself a couple of naughty girls. inking about how good life could be, he returned to the welcoming feeling of Gabrielle. He had apparently been browsing his girls for longer than he thought, because the other girls and Guinevere had reached Grimmauld place. “....and we got there as fast as we could, but it was just a fraion of a second too late.” ∼
“Nymph.... Tonks, do you have any idea how he lasted that long? at shield must have been something to see.” “I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall, I heard that it was blue, but that’s all. It didn’t really tell us anything.” ∼ Gabi, why can’t I see? ∼ ∼ I don’t know, Beloved. It got dark the second we arrived. ∼ ∼ Probably the Fidelius. Do you know who’s here? ∼ ∼ So far, the only ones I’ve been able to identify are Tonks, McGonagall, Dumbledore and the girls. Hedwig is riding on Herm ione’s shoulder and I am on Luna’s. Ginny mentioned that her family was here, but she didn’t mention any names. ∼ ∼
Wait second. Can you see anow? ∼ If I push forward a little, I should be able to see, I think. ere. ∼ Yes, Master. ank you. ∼ ey looked out over the kitche n of Grimmauld Place. Closest was Tonks, talking to McGonagall. ere were some he barely recognised, other than as Order members. Podmore and Fletcher was there, as well as Emmeline Vance and Hestia Jones. He saw the twins at the other end of the room, deep in conversation with Remus Lupin and Professor Dumbledore. Again, he felt the stab of grief for Sirius, and he hoped that this was some sort of combined memorial. He noticed that Fawkes was at Dumbledore’s shoulder, and that the Phoenix was watching the Peregrine with interest. Suddenly, Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the people sat down by the table. Gabrielle/Guinevere/Harry hopped from Luna’s shoulder to the back of her chair. Dumbledore cleared his throat. ”Friends, we are here today to commemorate not just one, but two fallen comrades. Before we share our memories, I would like to bring some points of order to the table. I believe it was best done before, since I doubt we will be in the right mindset aer. Apparently the house is still safe for us. I have ent quite some time ascertaining that. I find it hard to understand that Narcissa or Bellatrix would be sympathetic...”
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Harry couldn’t hear more of what the Headmaster said, since Gabrielle’s mind had gone into overdrive. Aer a few seconds, she was back to normal , and he could hear Dumbledore again. “..but the Fidelius charm seems to be inta.” Gabrielle read her wings and gave a shrill cry. Dumbledore looked at her with interest. “I believe this beautiful bird has something to say, Miss Lovegood. Can you please translate for us? “I don’t eak bird yet, Professor, but Guinevere here belongs to Caradoc Pritchard, and has been a great comfort for us and for Hedwig I the past few days. If Harry inherited this house from Sirius, and Mr. Pritchard inherited it from Harry, isn’t it at least possible that we are using this building with Mr. Pritchard’s blessing?” “at would indeed be the most logical conclusion. ank you, miss Lovegood. May I ask where...” ∼ Jormungandr! Can you prote the min ds of othe rs? Part of my secre ts is in jeopardy.” ∼ ∼ I can, passive blocking at least, but not while proteing you from the metamorphosis. ∼ ∼ Sod that. Dumbledore is about to leaf through Luna’s, Ginny’s and Hermione’s minds. If you can, prote them. ∼ e pain hit him like a bludger. His joints were forced apart, his skin was on fire and his head was filled with visions of hunting. Deer, wolves and humans alike were hunted in his mind. He felt through the pain, the exhilaration of the steep turn, of the wind over his wings as he took hight and the sheer pleasure of the dive. It still hurt, but the feeling of true flight overrode it. He could also feel Jormungandr move in his mind, and aer an age-long minute, he heard the rumbling voice. ∼ Master, I have placed a bit of myself in the females you indicated. ey are safe, and you may return to the bird’s eyes. ∼ ∼ ank you. We will need to eak more of this later. ∼ Harry returned to the falcon at Grimmauld place. Dumbledore was looking quite disgruntled, and it amused harry no end. Dumbledore continued. “If any one makes conta with Mr. Pritchard, please tell him that I would very much like to eak with him at his convenience. Very little is known about him, but he is believed to be a Sorcerer. He has recently acquired the use of Kilchurn Castle, and that was entailed for sorcerer’s, I believe. e Goblins seem to trust him, and it is likely that he was the last man to eak to Harry before...” e old man’s voice caught, and if it wasn’t real, Harry assumed that the headmaster was one hell of an aor . As he looked around, he saw everybody’s faces closing up. “is is not a funeral, my friends. is is a time for remembrance. e first time I saw Harry, it was in the company of Sirius. Aually, he was sleeping in Sirius’ arms, and a prouder godfather has never been seen. Some time later, I helped place him with his relatives, away from the trappings of the magical world, and I had the opportunity to see
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him grow up to the brave young man, who struck such a decisive blow to the dark, and paid for it with his life. My memories of him could easily fill a week, but I yield the floor. Miss Lovegood?” “Harry wanted to help me find my stolen things. No one had ever done that before. He came from a home where he was battered and abused, and he still wanted to help more than anything.” ere were muted outcries at Luna’s testimony. Many of the people present obviously didn’t know anything about him and his life. e twins followed. “I remember his second year, “ “e smile on his face when we...” “Yanked the bars from his windows with...” “Dad’s flying Ford Anglia.” “I remember,” Ginny continued, “later that year, when he risked his life for an annoying little girl he barely knew, and aually would have died if it hadn’t been for Fawkes.” “He fought a mountain troll for me. He and Ron saved my life. e testimonies went on and on. People he didn’t know told stories about him, and the things he had done, like they were heroic. Aer a while, he began to realise that they might aually be that, and that maybe not anyone would have done those things. An hour passed, before the group broke up for a break. e girls managed to bring Tonks with them to a room of their own. “So, girls. Brave faces and all aside, how’r’ye holding up?” “Not bad,” Ginny said. “Could be worse,” Hermione agreed. “All things considered, it’s pretty good. He will thank you for covering for him.” Luna stated, completely serious. “What? Oh yes, the bird. How is he?” “We don’t know that much, but pretty good. He doesn’t write any letters himself. He has a Consort doing that for him. She has said that his gratitude is great, and can leave a girl tingling for days. It sounds fun to me, but we were ecifically asked to give you a preliminary ’thank you’ notice. He will be back in time for school.” “And I will be in trouble for the hoax. Never mind. I knew about that when I did it. I just hope he had a god time, and it sounds like he did. Do you really think he meant the kind of ’thank you’ it sounds like?” Her hopeful voice made Harry smile. He had an idea at that point, and decided to a on it right away. ∼ Gabi, can you move to Tonks’ shoulder? I want to try something. ∼ e falcon lighted and moved over, to the startled looks of the girls present. “Guinevere” pressed her head to the side of Tonks’, and a small ark of blue lightning crossed between them. Tonks fell to her knees, and her hair changed to a vibrant red as a small,
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but most unexpeed orgasm ripped through her body. She turned to look at the falcon, and looked straight into a pair of startling green eyes. ey returned to their normal grey as she watched. Tonks was stunned for many reasons. “Is that...?” “Harry? No, at least we don’t think so. e bird is too large to be a male. Peregrine females are larger, and this bird is sort of female-feeling, but he can see through her eyes at times, and apparently use his magic through her, too. at looked like fun.” Luna explained with a smile. “Damn, that was intense. If he can do that by proxy, what can he do one on one, I wonder.” “I don’t know, but I’m willing to find out.” “Me too”, Hermione and Ginny added in chorus. “Am I interrupting something?” Remus said, poking his head through the door. “Not really,” Tonks answered. “How are you doing?” “Much better, thank you. Girls, you missed a fairly important little detail. You’re not grieving.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Ginny asked with quivering voice. “I mean, you show some signs, but you don’t smell distressed. Well, Tonks has been under some stress in the last few minutes, but I don’t think she minds. I am, aer all, a werewolf. No matter what shape I’m in, I have a pretty keen nose. Do you know what I think that means?” “Please tell.” Hermione asked flatly. “I think one of the most watched people in the wizarding world has pulled off a major prank. He would have needed accomplices, one of which is in this very room. I have seen the remains, Tonks. ey may scan as someone we know, but they smell cow. I don’t really need know more withisyour faceshimself provingsick, my point. It’s one of a prank.toI’m proud ofthan him,that, and Ieecially know Sirius laughing wherever he is.hell ” With that, the greying werewolf bowed, smiled and le. “A prank, he said. I hadn’t thought of it like that.” Ginny pondered. “Bloody good one, eh?” Tonks grinned. “Brilliant.” Hermione agreed. “Somewhat cruel, though,” Luna objeed. “Why haven’t anyone mentioned Ronald?” “Mum told me he’s in isolation at St. Mungo’s. He got violent against the other patients who couldn’t see his non-existent Patronus. Why?” “Lots of people are hurting, and have been hu rt because of this pra nk. If he had thought of that, I don’t think he would have gone.” Luna stated with her usual dreamy voice. “You’re right of course, but I don’t think he would ever have thought of it. Would Harry understand that people would miss him? His sense of self-worth isn’t that good.” Ginny agreed.
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“We got the first letter fairly soon, though, and the rights to tell whomever we see fit to know. Which includes Neville. Damn, I haven’t thought of that.” Hermione smacked herself on the forehead. “We need to get some kind of message to him, too. e Department of Mysteries Assault Team should really stick together.” “e DoM Raiders,” Luna smiled. “Without Ronald, at least until he gets better.” “I guess I should feel sorry for him, or turn the libraries of the known world upside down trying to find a cure, but I just don’t want to. I have better things to do.” “Like Harry?” Tonks asked with an impish smile, but got rather shocked as the prim and proper Miss Granger looked her squarely in the eye and answered. “I’d love to, but I have to know where he is before I can seduce him, don’t I?” “You would never do that” Luna stated blandly. “Seduce Harry? I would surely try.” “No, turn a library upside down. at would ruin the Dewey decimal system, and you would never find the right books.” “Well, I guess you’re right.” Aer that repartee, they were called back to the kitchen, and the strange memorial meeting went on. *
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Several hours later, the girls, Hedwig and Guinevere found themselves back in Basingstoke, feeling upset in at least three ways. Firstly, they felt that they had betrayed Harry, giving out hints le and right. “Harry is a legendary kind of hero, and they tend to rise again in the hour of need, don’t they?” ey felt oddly confused by the headmaster, who had kept talking about a boy called Harry, but who was nothing like the Harry they knew . Some of the stories that Dumbledore had told, simply never happened. More than once, the headmaster talked about Voldemort’s defeat, as if it had already happened, and that it had happened at the cost of Harry’s life. Everybody, even Molly, had picked up on it, and the atmohere had felt very strange. Finally, all the attention had been on the Boy-Who-Still-Lived, and no attention, except for Dumbledore’s opening words, had been paid to Sirius. Sirius was aually dead, and heroically so. Every time they had tried to bring him up, someone, usually the headmaster, would cut them off with yet another Harry-story. Something was very wrong here. To top it all off, Guinevere was getting impatient. She was looking out the window and flexing her wings. e girls decided to write Harry a short note and let her go. Dearest Harry. As you have seen, we are eagerly awaiting your return. If your consort doesn’t mind, we would gladly demonstrate what we’ve learned over the
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With the note securely at tached, Gabrielle took wing, headin g north. As soon as she was out of populated areas, she let her fire flow over her wings, and she ed up dramatically. It wouldn’t be long before she would be at the castle, where Dobby at least would meet her. Shortly aer the Tonks interlude, Harry had gone unreonsive, and as the meeting drew to a close, he had disappeared from the Bond. She couldn’t even sense his presence. For obvious reasons, that tore her up badly. She couldn’t help her Master. She was a Bad Pet. Harry was hurting. He had understood what the others refu sed to see, and he had drawn back to his battered body, experiencing the transformation fully. It had hurt, but not as much as his new understanding of Dumbledore. When the potion had run it’s course, he was in human shape, and he sat up, ineing his body for new changes. Not thatit did much good any more. He changed so fast now, that he barely recognised himself from one day to the next. ere were some odd ridges under the skin on his arms, but that was it. He rose, and felt for the girls. Gabrielle’s distress came through like a needle. As he tried to send her some reassurance, he couldn’t get through, though. e Huldr and Stina were in the lake, so he got down there, rounding piles of wrecked cottage. an aerthought, pulled up hispieces magicwhere again,itpiecing together the cottage as well as it As could be done, and he conjuring new was needed. When it at least looked like a cottag e again, he joined the girls. Sigyn was still with them, and the sight of three gorgeous girls and one drop-dead gorgeous woman would of course have sent him into rapture under normal conditions, but right now he just noticed them. “Hi there, Master. We lost you for a while. Did my little trick help you?” Stina said with a hesitant smile. “What trick was that, love?” “We all got in the water, and I used my new power to sort of link our minds to yours, making you smarter and more observant. Did I do wrong?” Harry looked down into the ground, and he didn’t say anything for three whole minutes. When he looked up, his eyes were ablaze, and he caught her, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. “Yes. You did wrong. It was a good idea, and it worked. It worked very well, and I did learn things I needed to know. e wrong thing you did, however, has me shocked and
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hurt. I am blocking the bond right now, because I wouldn’t infli this pain on anybody, least of all you girls, who I happen to love. Tell me, Stina, what did you do wrong?” His voice was very low, and the Huldr, being too far away, had to resort to their bond with Stina to hear him. Stina looked ready to cry. She looked younger and younger until he had a crying nine year old girl in front of him. “I ... I didn’t tell you before?” “Almost. You didn’t ask me before. If you get the idea to do something like this, you ask me. Not tell, ASK!” He roared the last word, and the Lake Warden fell to her knees, crying a literal river. “Please, Master. I won’t do it again. Don’t push me away, let me stay with you, please.” “I won’t push you away. I love you, but I am very angry with you right now, and I will punish you. Damn it, Stina you’re smarter than this. You mess with my mind and perceptions without asking, of bloody course I’ll be angry. Sometimes I need to keep my wits about me, but the word ’My’ is sort of the operative here. You put me in a very difficult position, with more powers of observation and intelligence than I’m used to. It was Hell!” “I’m so very sorry, Master. How can I make it better? Anything, just tell me!” “It might be a while before you share my bed. You will, however, help me reassure Gabrielle. She took a bad hit when I withdrew, but she aed out my wishes before giving in to the deair she’s feeling now. We will find a way to go to the castle in Scotland, where you will do your utmost to satisfy her . If you do her really good, I might cum in your mouth, right aer I fuck Gabrielle, but I’m not making any promises.” “ank you, Master. I won’t disappoint you again.” He grabbed her chin, and looked her deep in her eyes before he answered. “No. You won’t.” He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hasse, relax. She did her best. She just didn’t think of the consequences.” “I know, Sigyn. at’s why I’m hammering in that they should ask first. Besides, it might have the opposite effe. Did you know they like to be dominated? Disa is right on the verge of coming, and Jorunn isn’t far behind. Stina hasn’t orgasmed yet, because I’m not allowing her to.” “Oh, I didn’t realize. Is that because you’re their master?” “Partly, yes. ey are all very powerful. It’s not the submission that gets to them, I think, but the fa that I can force their submission if I choose to. I have this Alpha Male thing going here, and I’m beginn ing to enjoy that. Now, how do we get to Scotland in half an hour?” “Master,” Stina said, still on her knees. “I think I have foun d a way. I believe I can take us there through the water. You can breathe under water, and both Disa and Jorunn can hold their breaths for fieen minutes. It shouldn’t be nearly that long, though. Please, let me help?”
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“Not absolutely, but if I go there myself, you can see through my eyes if it’s the right ot, can’t you?” “It’s aually a good idea. Go and see.” Stina nodded, and melted into the lake. Harry found himself immersed in so female flesh, as both the Huldr girls threw themselves at him, embracing him tightly. He held on to his macho for three whole seconds before he broke down and cried. What he had seen at Grimmauld Place was a demented old man, sticking to a plan he had made long ago, with a certain Harry Potter as the principal tool. e plan had failed, involving as it did an idealized boy, not a real one, but the advancing dementia had made the headmaster unable to adapt, so Harry had been thrown into one pre-planned scenario aer another, and had performed to satisfaion like a trained monkey every time. Now, the plan was broken, and Dumbledore had unknowingly revealed to him that he was supposed to die in the final confrontation. He had rebelled against the headmaster, but it had been the rebellion against a parental figure. He would never dreamed that the headmaster himitasbashed an item, a tool to be thrown away, andhad it hurt. He had needed to know it,had butseen to have into his brain like this hurt too much. He would never have figured it out on his own. He would perhaps have seen some clues to investigate, and reached the same conclusion over some time, but it hurt. One good thing about his lingering mental boost, was that he had worked through the pain in just a few minutes. He sent a couple of grateful arks into the girls, and enjoyed hearing them ga. He squeezed them briefly and let go. “We’re always here, Master,” Was all that Jorunn said about it. Sigyn kissed his cheek, before leaving the island. Harry kept a mental ear on Stina as he busied himself, ineing his new toys again. He learned to control Fang’s size, and he tried the staff out a few times, and he felt he needed less mental focus with the staff as a magical conduit. As he went over the cottage again, fixing things, he learnt that the staff could hold ell effes for a while, saving him the trouble of continuous casting. It was fun. Careful ineion of the Stormbreaker revealed a permanent blasting curse built into one end, and a cutting curse on the other. e flats held healing and repairing charms. Before he could get any more detail, he received an image through the bond. It was Kilchurn Castle all right, but it was sort of distorted, and he realised it was because Stina was affeed by the repelling charms. He could also feel Gabrielle nearby. e image turned green, and seconds later, Stina rose from the surface of the lake. She looked at him, and he nodded. is simple little acknowledgement le the the girl blushing in happiness, and Harry realised that he may have been a bit rough on her. He would have to make it up to her. He made no outward signs of his guffaw, when he remembered his unique situation. ese girls, these beings were so much simpler to deal with than humans. Stina was hurt
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and very insecure right now, and he knew that the only thing he would have to do to her in order to fix it was a right good fucking. “Lead the way” he said, and walked into the water, merging with it as much as he could, as he felt the familiar current that was his bonded Mate grab him, Jorunn and Disa and pulled them under. ey went down much further that the shallow lake allowed, and Harry realised that somehow, they weren’t in the physical world any more. Aer about a minute, he surfaced, and saw the stars for the first time in a while. As he breathed in, he could smell heather blossoms and peat bogs. Scotland. He looked around, and saw a long Loch, but right in front of him was a massive struure, much larger than he remembered, but it was unmistakably Kilchurn Castle. He sensed around, and realised that Jorunn and Disa were stuck at the bottom. He reached for them and lied them to the surface on his magic, and then pulled them all to the shore. Gabrielle was there, and she was so distressed that she wasn’t even aware of them. He looked a bit closer, and found her on the parapet of the highest tower. He didn’t think, he just pulled them all ashore and changed. With a few movements by his powerful wings, he lied, and he caught some eed, circling for height until he could land on top of the tower. He changed back before he had touched down, and found himself hit by a silver-haired missile. Aing completely on instin, she claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Now he felt her again, aively seeking him, and almost trying to melt into his body and mind. He caught her clothes with his morphing touch, allowing them to pool at his feet, followed closely by his own. Still united by lips and tongues, he turned her around, and put his cock between her buttocks. Remembering thousands of wand-polishing jokes, he performed the Back-Door-FunCharm through his cock, and lied her slightly. His magic and her Veela power cooperated nicely, and he found himself pressed against her tight little arse. It opened to his gentle pressure, and he slid home in her tightest entrance. She was suended in mid-air, pinned on his cock like a butterfly on a needle, but a very happy butterfly indeed. She writhed and moaned into his mouth as he began releasing small arks straight into her arse, aimed for her G-ot. Aer a few minutes, he could sense the other girls, escorted by Dobby, exiting the stairs and joining them. Stina touched the Huldr’s clothes and three naked beauties involved themselves. Gabrielle was in Veela heaven. Her Master was fucking her ass slowly, but with care and great attention to detail. A very pretty brunette was kneeling in front of her, licking her clit and associated areas with an insanely long tongue. Two other gorgeous girls were busying themselves with her breasts and she quickly lost count on her orgasms. e girl
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between her legs put her finger inside Gabrielle’s pussy, and suddenly she felt gloriously filled. As she looked down, she could see the girl’s finger looking exaly like their Master’s cock, just a tad smaller. e extra pressure by this double penetration was driving her and her Master nuts. She considered sliding off and take him in her mouth to the finish, but she sensed that he had a plan, so she just enjoyed her final orgasms. Stina was fulfilling her allotted punishment, only to find that it was aually a reward. Gabrielle was beautiful, and she tasted delicious. e sight of her master’s cock thrusting into the tight little hole would have made her cum, but the Master wouldn’t let her. As she morphed her hand, and began fucking Gabrielle’s little pussy, she sensed the Master drawing close, and she hoped that he had forgiven her enough already. Harry had gone as close as he could, and pulled out of Gabrielle’s tight little arse. He lied her gently to the side, sending another lightning bolt into her lovely body, and grabbed Stina’s head in both hands. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his engorged member into her mouth. It met no resistance as he began fucking her throat, and it wasn’t long before he came. She had to pull free, as rope aer rope of thick semen filled her throat and mouth. Semen covered her face, and she had swallowed another mouthful before her Master was done. As he finally allowed her to cum, she did. She sat kneeling on the stone floor, her face covered by her master’s semen, and had one hell of an orgasm. On the floor was also a writhing pile of female limbs, as Gabrielle had decided to return the favours with great vehemence. His Sorcerer’s Sight caught something interesting. Gabrielle was emitting the Veela Allure with a vengeance, ad the Huldr couldn’t block it, but reonded with the Huldr Pull, which the Veela couldn’t repel. ey were feedback-looping themselves into an absolute frenzy, and he found it prudent to imbue Gabrielle with a continuous healing ell. Veela were a bit fragile, aer all, and the Huldr were strong. Smiling, he sent a little thought to Disa, reminding her what Stina had on her face, and stood back as the golden-haired girl pounced, and began licking the Lake Warden’s face. Stina was pushed on her back, as Disa licked her face clean and then Gabrielle joined in, returning the favour by driving Stina insane with her tongue. Jorunn was crawling towards her Master on all fours, craning her neck to take his cock in her mouth. He sat down on a bench, instantly warming it with a flash, and watched the three girls on the floor working each other to a frenzy. Jorunn was sucking his cock with great delight and he was soon rock hard again. He sensed that Stina was still a bit shaken by his reaion, so he decided to do something about that. He quietly sent the instruion to the other girls, and Stina found herself lied off the floor by the powerful Huldr, as the petite little Veela still busied herself between her legs.
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She could feel a finger pressed against her arse, and suddenly it felt slightly slick, and the pleasure that shot through her almost made her cum. She didn’t even notice she was being carried towards her Master and lowered. It was first when she felt his cock pressing against her magically prepared arse she realised what was going on. As she felt herself stretch around him, she went into a continuous orgasm. With the rough tongues of the Huldr lapping at her nipples, and the skilled little fingers of a Veela working her pussy, there was just no way for her to retain her sanity. She jumped from peak to peak as her Master thrust his length into her, and she morphed her insides to take more of him inside. Finally, she felt him tense up and shoot off inside her . e warm feeling brought another peak, that was blown all out of proportion when he discharged his magic into her, too. Her Master had wanted her. Her Master had forgiven her, and she snuggled close to him, still shivering. She felt his huge member slide out ,and his semen ooze slowly out of her, and and someone up.cleaning She wasup in her her nether Master’s arms, sheher had his semen in her arse one ofwas herlicking sisters itwas parts with tongue, and all was right with the world. Harry was sitting on a stone bench, on top of the highest tower of an ancient castle, a castle he felt very at home in, and that he somehow knew, like he had lived there for years. He sat there, stark naked, with his equally naked girls falling asleep around him. Dobby appeared silently beside him. “Hello, Dobby. Can you take them to bed without waking them?” e little elf nodded, and levitated the girls away. Harry rose, and let his clothes slither ontohimagain. Hefollowedtheelfdownthestairs. Itwastimetogettoknowhishome.
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fur along her ine, leading from Jorunn’s head to that lovely tail of hers. Her face was beautiful, too. Like with Disa, it was decidedly predatorial, but Jorunn looked even more exotic and dangerous. She remembered well how Jorunn had lied her to taste her pussy, and there was no doubt the girls had superhuman strength. ose four tits were a chapter to themselves. Full and firm, and also equipped with perfe and sensitive nipples. e hairless vagina was another great thing, and now Gabrielle could barely stop herself any more. She looked around the bed, and noticed the discreet lend our they rested in. e room had a high ceiling, and three large chandeliers with room for hundreds of candles, and an odd-looking crystal in the centre. ere were tapestries on the walls and furs on the floor. Everything oke of a medieval castle, except some little touches here and there. ere were several wardrobes along one wall. ey were decorated with carvings, and she got out of bed and walked up to the one with a beautifully carved Peregrine falcon on it. Inside were several gowns and all sorts of clothes, all in the same style, vaguely medieval, and severely sexy as well. She considered putting on a bathrobe and go looking for her Master, but she could sense that he was busy, so she slipped back up in the bed. Disa’s boobs just tooAs great. She crawled carefully in between Disa’s legs and carefully lickingwere her awake. the Huldr moaned and stirred, Gabrielle looked up,began and into Disa’s shining amber eyes. “Hi! I’m Gabrielle, and I love you. Good morning.” *
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“Yes, Master Harry. It is in a room in the dungeons. Very safe room. Rowan wood and magnetite, nickel sheets and magic-eating runes of platinum. Master Harry is Lord, and can always call the Arch. All Master Harry needs to do is to meet it and feel it. ere are rings, too. Rings that will call the arch to wherever they are. Beautiful rings, they are. is castle was made by Sorcerers, Master Harry. Sorcerers have always had many Bonded girls. Dobby and Winky thinks they are made for Bond Brides.” “Interesting word. ey’re not exaly my brides, though.” e elf looked at his employer with an arched eyebrow. “Dobby say that too. Winky say ’pish-posh’ and Dobby thinks Wink y was right. Master Harry, you learned elveses aren’t stupid as we is sounding. We see things you do not. We see need before it is. Dobby see Master Harry with Bond Brides last night . Pish-Posh.” Harry laughed at his minuscule Chamberlain-to-be. ey had talked for hours, and Harry had learned that there was a working brain between those floppy ears. It was a brain that marched to a different beat than human brains, but it was fast. ey had walked around Kilchurn, and Harry had found that the floppy-eared little man was a very gied individual, equipped with a caustic wit, and great taste. e décor was just like he wanted it, like a more benevolent and personal Hogwarts. e crests that adorned many surfaces had been replaced with new ones, more suitable for his own castle. One suite had it’s doors adorned with a red shield with a fasces and a cornucopia, and he was surprised to learn that it was the Weasley family crest. Another guest room had a biseed shield in blue and gold, with a book and three candles. e border was an outstretched Ermine. Aer seeing the Weasley shield, he could easily see that this was the Granger, brand new family shield. Dobby had even had it registered! Luna had a room too, adorned with a crescent moon, a heart and a gauntlet. ere was a room in the dungeons, too, decorated in what only could be called ”Testosterone chic”, all oak, brass and leather, with a bar and a dartboard, pool- and poker tables and female-repelling charms on the door. Dobby had told him that the room had already been there, he had only modernized it. ere were plans to make it safe for mundane eleronics, too. In the interest of fairness, he thought there should be an all female room too, but he held that off for later. e library was extensi ve, and it probably would have been a treasure trove for bibliophiles, and Harry reminded himself to see what he could learn about potions there. Perhaps some strategies, too. e rest seemed to work best if he didn’t think too much. To his delight, there was a smithy in the courtyard and a gym in one of the towers. ere were also a workshop with what he called the ”toolboxes of requirement.” Brilliant solution, that. “Does Winky cook at Hogwarts too?” He asked.
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“No, Master Harry, the cooking elves wouldn’t let her. e cooking elves wouldn’t let Dobby either. Dobby can only make drinks at Hogwart s. Dobby make beer and mead and butterdrinks, but is not allowed to serve, only make. Much is poured out. Squid in the lake gets very silly. How is you, Master Harry? May Winky cook and Dobby, too?” “Dobby, you care for Winky, don’t you?” “Dobby does, Master. Master approve?” “Of course I do. Is this place too large for two elv es? No shadow on your work or anything, but I want this place to be in top condition. Can you do it?” “Maybe one or two more woul d be good, Master Harry. is castle could occupy fieen elveses, but is not needed. Not really.” “Dobby, soon there will be babies, too. I want you to be my Chamberlain. You will take care of the castle, me and my ... BondBrides, and our chil dren. You will lead the work, and you will hire as you need the manpower. Who does what is not my call, it’s yours. Remember that I need you fit and ready, so no doing everything on your own. I will want to know about major changes in advance, but you are in charge. I want you to hire mistreated elves, or buy them if you need it. I understand most elves are happy where they are, but if they want out, lets give them a place to go to here.” “Master Harry, Dobby did. Dobby make Elf hoital in dungeon, and le dungeons with dust-and-clutter charms, to keep elves happy. Dobby did right?” “Again, you anticipate my needs. Now, to understand women, I should rather talk to Winky than you, right?” Dobby grinned in a fairly insolent way. “To understand, Master Harry needs to bang head against the wall. Winky can tell what to do. Master shouldn’t try to understand. It just hurts.” Harry laughed. “You are probably right, my friend. Where can I find her?” ere was a pop, and Winky was there. Dobby immediately evacuated his chair, offering it to Winky. She looked horrifie d, until Harry nodded, and she sat hesitantly, like the armchair would swallow her. “Hi Winky. Do you like it here?” “Yes Master. It is big, and Winky can do everything that is needs to be doing.” “Good. I don’t know how you have arranged things, but I have given some details to Dobby, who will a as my Chamberlain. Now, I understand that those pillowcases are traditional, but I’d rather have you in some kind of uniform. Can that be done in a way we can agree on?” “Yes, Master. We make Elfshaped pillows. en, we make pretty pillowcases, and wear“Something those. Like like Wizarding servant’s uniforms?” that. You know my crest and my taste, as well as your own ,so I’ll leave it to you. Now, Winky, I need some advice on romance. Constant boinking has it’s charm, but I’m trying to diversify here....” *
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e girls were still in bed, but a lot sweatier than before. Poor Stina had been assaulted by both kinds of allure until she had gone almost catatonic by the constant orgasms. She had managed to discern that the Veela allure was largely mental, while the Huldr variety oke direly to the body, with only a minimal compulsion, designed to attra the viim to the Huldr in question instead of anything female. Jorunn had been thoroughly licked all over, and Disa had discovered that she could aually cum by fucking a girl with her large nipples. Given that the girl was a Veela, of course, with their ability to tighten up, but still. e only one who could still move was Gabrielle, and those movements were largely caresses. Suddenly, the door opened, and the main obje of their affeion came in. Harry dropped his bathrobe on the floor, and climbed onto the bed. He crawled up to the pillows, and laid back. Immediately, he had Gabrielle’s lips on his cock, but he lied her up, and placed her on top of him. She slid down his length, not stopping until he had reached her bottom. e little girl was held ininplace by his strong he slowly began to move inside her. HeVeela captured a nipple his mouth and bithands, gently,and making her moan, and the Huldr girls couldn’t move much, but they did roll over, and used their tails to caress and tickle her into a nice lingering orgasm. Harry gently moved her aside, and rolled over to Jorunn. He pulled her to her side, and ooned her. Aer a quick charm , he placed his slick cock at her arse and pushe d himself inside. Just because he could, he morphed ridges and bumps on his cock, and she panted heavily as he slowly buggered her. Disa made a heroic effort, and placed herself between Jorunn’s lied legs, extending that long rough Huldr tongue into her friend as their Master fucked her. Jorunn came much harder than Gabrielle had, and the squeezing brought Harry over the edge. He pulled out of Jorunn , and Disa took him in her mouth immediately. As Harry unloaded his volume into the greedy girl’s mouth, he released his magic into his semen, making Disa come gently, but for a very long time as she swallowed it all. Spent and cleaned, he crawled over to Stina, who had begun to move. He got to his feet, and pulled her up to him in a tight embrace. e embrace got a lot tighter, as he used his waterpower to merge their bodies in what looked like a standing waterout. It twirled and foamed, and there were some strange blue flashes, and the bond came alive with love, closeness and the merging of mind and body . e girl still on the bed found themselves gaing by the echoes of Stina’s experience. Aer several minutes, the water column slowed and separated into two beings, two very happy beings, one of them blushing and one gently smiling. “Master, Did you think I would pass up the opportunity to enter you as you entered me? Wasn’t it good?” “It was brilliant, love. Just unexpeed, but unexpeed things can be very good.” “Master,” Disa said,”Not that you ever need a reason to screw us silly, but what brought this on?”
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“Partly because I wanted to, partly because I love you and you are all so damned tempting. Mostly, because I think that’s the level of romance you want from me. I’m learning to deal with the fa that everything I know about courting and such is about human girls, and you’re not.” “You’re right of course.”Gabrielle nodded. “I know I look like a fairytale princess, but given the choice between roses and poetry, or your cock down my throat, the roses don’t stand a chance.” “Our sister is right.” Disa clarified.” If you want to give us a romantic gi, tie a ribbon around your cock. We love you, and when you tell us you love us, we just melt. You can do no wrong with us, because you love us and we love you. I love giving you examples, and here’s another one. You come home from Hogwarts or whatever, a little stressed, a little grumpy and just out of sorts. You meet me in the hall, grab my head and fuck my face until you feel better. at means I helped you. I’m part of your life, and a part that makes you feel better. Even if you just want to slamfuck my arse when you’ re in a bad mood. Now, this isn’t universal for us, it’s because it’s you. You would make damn sure we got off as well, even if we do that naturally anyway. en there’s the bond. We feel your emotions. We know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you love us, and that you want us to have your babies. You have no idea how much that means to us.” “No I don’t, but I don’t really need to, do I? I love you, I need you and I’d like to keep you around. Gabrielle, even if you don’t need this, I do.” He concentrated. is was a bit bigger than anything he had done so far, even if it was mostly an illusion. He was suddenly dressed in a white robe with blue trim, and Fang expanded in his hand. e walls and floor of the room became marb le, and roses, blue and white, covered the floor. e girls found themselves in white silk gowns, vaguely resembling Sigyn’s ceremonial garb, and their golden belts were adorned with the alchemical symbols of air, for Gabrielle, fire for Disa, water for Stina and earth for Jorunn. ey stood up, wordlessly, since none of them could formulate a complete sentence. eir Master was glowing with power, and his love for them shone clearly in his eyes. “Ladies, you know how much I love you. Our Bond is all I need, and I think you feel the same. Still, I was raised as a human, whatever else I may be, and I have to operate in the human world. Today, Gabrielle, I ask for your hand in marriage. Jorunn, Disa, Stina, I ask for your hands as well, but I would like to postpone the aual ceremonies until I’ve dealt with Voldemort. Gabrielle and I have to operate more in the human world, and even if we’re already married in my heart, your family needs to see that I’m serious about you.” He called up a silver tray, with four gold rings on them. Signet rings, but not bulky or cumbersome, but slim , elegant and decidedly feminine. “Gabrielle Delacour, will you marry me?” Gabrielle’s head was inning. Her Prince was here, right here, asking her to marry him. She didn’t need romance or roses, she just needed him, and here he was, offering her him, romance and roses. She jumped at him, crying.
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“Yes! Yesyesyes!” en she melted as he kissed her with all the passion he had, setting her body on fire with desire and need, which he quenched with a blue ark, leaving her wonderfully weak in her knees. He took one of the rings and slid it onto her finger where it fitted itself. A white light read from the ring and the castle flashed in reonse. She was awestruck. is mighty castle, the Sorcerer’s fortress had recognised her, little Gabrielle, Fleur’s baby sister as a Lady of the House. Disa and Jorunn stood, and aer sharing a glance, they removed their belts and switched. Aer buckling them again, they approached the newly engaged. ey didn’t say anything, but their eyes shone brightly enough to be seen in daylight. As one, they fell to their knees, and sang in the metallic cadences of the ancient Norse. ey were joined aer a second by Stina, who had taken a while to catch on. He couldn’t understand a word, but the meaning was clear, and the language and melody made a magic all of it’s own. ey pledged themselves to him. ey pledged their bodies and hearts eir strength and knowledge eir future and their children. ey would never betray him ey would always obey him ey declared him their purpose and their life. e room glowed, magic flared, the power in them all reonded as Harry embraced them all within his magic, accepting the oath, and wordlessly, he reciprocated in a dazzling dilay of magic and might. e castle trembled, and the magical wave tha t ed outwards from Kilchurn destroyed love potions and disrupted contraceptive charms all over Wizarding Britain. e five lovers in the Lord’s Suite didn’t know and didn’t care. ey were already married in the eyes of themselves and Magic itself. e castle was humming soly, as the last placed rings on the hands of his women. e atmohere was Sacred, untilSorcerer Disa broke thethe silence. “at was fun. Is this the part where we make all the babies?” Laughing, they descended to the dining room for a delayed breakfast. *
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at kind of talk does get a man’s attention. His eldest daughter had meant every word, and she did know the boy. William had been there too, nodding agreement. Jacques knew he was a fairly powerful wizard, but when a Triwizard champion, one of the most powerful witches in the country, and one of Gringott’s finest curse breakers agreed that he didn’t stand a chance, he would be a fool to push on. It didn’t make him feel better, though. Suddenly, an Arch appeared, and before he could even get his wand out, Gabrielle stood in front of him. She was different, however. Her posture was not that of a little girl, but of a confident woman. She was dressed in a white gown, and the crest of her boy adorned her chest. She wore a ring now, too. Had she gotten married without telling her family? Had he really been that much of a swine to her? His worries dissipated when she flew into his arms, hugging him like she still was his little girl. “Hi Papa. Do you have a few hours?” “For you, Cherie? Always!” “Good. It’s time for you to meet Harry.” He didn’t have time topeaceful, reondbut before his daughter had they led him through thelooked Arch. e passage was strangely it didn’t last long until arrived in what like a dungeon. “is is the travelling room. It’s easy to get in here, but hard to get out, if the Castle doesn’t know you.” “e Castle?” “Yes. is Castle has some kind of sentie nce, and it recogni ses me as Lady of the house. Let’s go. Harry is in the lakeside tower.” Jacques was numbly following his daughter. is was a castle, no doubt about that. Old and sen tient, too. Whoever owned it might just be worth to take seri ously. He followed his daughter’s annoyingly swaying hips up several flights of stairs. Apparently, there were three subterranean floors. ey ended up in a grand hall, with all the trappings one could expe in a British castle. ey continued upwards until they came to a library. Inside, there were books everywhere, and more importantly, three of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. ey wore gowns like the one his daughter was wearing, but with different belts, and he was shocked to see that two of them had tails! Jacques was a studied man, and he quickly realised that he was seeing at least two predators, capable of killing him in an instant. e third girl, a brunette with startling, indigo eyes came up to him. She addressed him in perfe , although slightly archaic French. “Welcome to Kilchurn Castle, Monsieur Delacour. I am Stina, Bondsister to your daughter and the oldest of us here. is is Disa, and Joru nn. We are all pledged and Bonded to Harry, but Gabrielle is the one that matters now. As you may see, none of us are human. Disa isand a Lynx these days, she wasand a Squirreltail when are theyallbonded Jorunn is a Foxtail I amHuldr a Lake Warden. Disa’s Jorunn’s families aboard, on this little adventure. e only possible rain cloud is, to be frank, you. So we brought you here so you can meet Harry in some peace and quiet. Since you are not on familiar ground, we thought that you can choose if you wish to have Gabrielle present, or if you want to meet him alone.”
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“Charmed, ladies. Excuse me, I have just had a number of shocking things happen to me in the last fieen minutes. I mean no offence, but I was under the impression that Huldr were dangerous predators, but here you are, clearly not trying to eat me or each other. I have never even heard of Lake Wardens, and I was completely unprepared for the castle.” “Understandable,” the one called Disa laughed. ”So was Harry. We are dangerous, because we do feed off men’s life force, and we can easily kill if we’re not careful. Harry could probably feed all the Huldr in the world and not notice, he’s so powerful. A Lake Warden is a kind of water irit, like a nymph. If you look out that window, you will see the Loch. It’s her body, her mind and her power. She is the water, and she might just be the second most powerful being you’ll ever meet.” “Disa, dear, you’re making me blush. I am powerful, Monsieur Delacour, but perhaps not that powerful. I have no doubt I can be defeated by more wizards than Harry, but not too many.” “Is he really that powerful?” “Papa, it’s not his power that keeps us here. Look around you. He keeps us happy, and he loves us. He is a Sorcerer, but that doesn’t really say anything. He’s good and kind. He loves us all fiercely, and he will prote us against anything. is whole thing started when he proteed me against the British laws, and he might just destroy the ministry to show just how much it annoys him.” “Chevalier, then?” “Perhaps. He’s mine, and that’s what really matters. He is the father of my child, Papa, and that happened because I wanted it. He would never do anything against our will, even if we do things against his wishes all the time. Well, maybe not all the time, but it happens.” “Really? I was under the impression that you were more or less ensla ved in the Bonding?” “Usually yes, but it depends on the man. Veela bondings are based on desire and sex, From what we know of Sorcerer’s Bonds, they were based on power. Our bond is based on Love, and I doubt a bond like ours have ever existed before. It’s like seeing colours for the first time, only more so.” “Are you Happy, Gabrielle? Are you all happy?” e overwhelmingly positive reonse almost bowled him over. Stina oke again, trying to explain. “Monsieur, I am a very alien life form, and Harry loves me. I can look like anyone, but it’s me that he loves, no matter how I look. He had a chance to completely enslave Jorunn the first time they met. She even offered him the chance, but he declined and healed her instead. had many candidates herHe bed, butwant Harry bond her when she askedDisa him,has opting to get to know herfor first. didn’t torefused have thetogreatest boobs in existence, he wanted her. at’s the kind of man we love. I don’t need much romance, and I’m not sure Disa and Jorunn even understands the concept, but he still made his proposal beautifully romantic for Gabrielle. His suite have a very large bed, and we wouldn’t have thought of staying somewhere else, but he made private rooms for us all here anyway.”
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Something huge was sweeping towards them. Something huge and black, that would have been terrifying if it hadn’t been aing so silly. He didn’t see Stina leave, because he was captivated by the dragon-l ike beasts antics. ere were loops and barrel roll s, strange manoeuvres, and something that would have looked like a winged Wronski feint, if it hadn’t ended in a big lash when the thing misjudged it’s turning rate. However, it shot up from the surface like a rocket, and headed towards this roost, or whatever it was. Jacques was stunned when the dragon-like thing swooped in, misjudged it’s eed again and crashed hard into the far wall. e leathery heap transformed into a young man, howling with laughter. “I was supposed to impress you, Monsieur Delacour, but I have a feeling I messed it up. Had I known you were coming, I would have praised before.” “You didn’t know I was coming, and yet you call me by my name?” “Of course. e wards on this place told me about you, and your presence feels very similar to Gabrielle’s. It wasn’t hard to figure out, really. Besides, I was planning on containg you today, and the girls are getting good at anticipating my needs.” “What was it you wanted to talk about, then?” “Mostly to get to know you, frankly. We do have a few things in common, Monsieur. We are both thrust into positions where we have little control, and fair Gabrielle holds the keys to them. Shall we adjourn to my little Male Haven and socialise for a bit?” ey began the long descent, and Jacques heard the boy mumble something about elevators. He smiled to himself when he went over everything that had happened. Something had stuck in his mind, though. “Mr. Potter, you said I felt like Gabrielle?” “Oh yes. Seriously eaking, she is many things. Veela, witch and my bondmate for starters, but beneath it all, she is clearly your daughter. at will never change. As you may know, I have already proposed to your daughter, and although it’s the wrong order, I would like to have your permission.” “You have that already, since you got her home from her disastrous visit to this country. My blessing, though is another thing. May I ask about your other shape?” “It’s a Leharv, an almost extin breed of dragon, but very distantly related to the normal ones. I got the shape as a gi from Fafnir, the Great Dragon of the North. He thinks Voldemort gives serpents a bad name.” “And you are to take care of him, then?”
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“Yes.” Jacques trembled slightly to the absolute conviion in the young man’s voice, and the slight wave of power that followed it. “Monsieur, I love Gabrielle, and the others. Gabrielle is pregnant by me. My child will grow up in a better world than I did. I can do it, I just have to figure out how.” ey had reached a sturdy oak door, with a handpainted sign on, saying “Klub Kilchurn” which made Harry laugh. “I see my Chamberlain has been busy.” “You have a Chamberlain?” “He’s a house elf. Wicked sense of humour, he’s got. I sure didn’t make that sign.” He opened the door, allowing Jacques to enter first and be suitably stunned. It was a perfe Gentleman’s Club. He gravitated to the bar, and Harry stepped behind it. “So, what can I get you?” “It may be heresy for a Frenchman not to ask about wine, but a smoky whisky would be great if you have it.” “Certainly. Islay is only a few miles off, aer all.” Harry brought out a bottle with a hand written label on and poured a glass for his guest. “is, however is an Oban. 48 years in oak, cask strength and no charring and I have no idea what I just said.” Jacques couldn’t help laughing at this boy, who might be powerful beyond reason, who might have made his daughter pregnant and who might be a Dragon animagus but who still was a young man, doing his best and who didn’t know everything. “You just told me it’s a bloody fine whisky. May I ask the purpose for this room?” “It’s a hideaway. ere’s even a female-repelling charm on the door, and more secrecyand anti-eavesdropping ells on this place than I care to name. Even my Bond gets muted in here. e girls can feel my presence, but they can’t dete anything that goes on. e room was here before I got the castle, but it was apparently made by other sorcerers, since I can recognise the touch. Sorcerers used to bond lots of females, primarily Veela, and I guess they needed a place to themselves. I’ll be setting up a a-like room for the girls later. ey might need some privacy too.” “Very wise. Let’s get busy, though. Why did you Bond my daughter?” “Because it felt like the right thing to do. She asked me to, and another did as well. She had to be kept safe, and as it were, she could have been claimed by anyone on the street. I had to. I could blame it on her setting the allure on me, but I could have negat ed the effe if I really wanted to.” “It was her idea? She told you about it?” “Yes. I didn’t know anything about bonding before. Suddenly we were bonded in my way, not hers. It was very strange. I didn’t know about sorcery either. She has been my guide in all this. I couldn’t, wouldn’t do without her.” “Young man, I think you are an honourable man. Tell you what, if I may entertain here once or twice, you have my blessing.” “at was easier than I expeed. May I ask what brought this on?”
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“Gabrielle is happy, healthy and safe. She loves you, and you love her. It’s evident in your voice and everything. Your girls talked to me before we went up to the ... whatever you call that room, and they painted a superhuman piure of you, truly too good to be true. You are just good enough to be true. You are human aer all. Now, my son in law, shall we play a little nice, friendly and benevolent prank on the ladies, and for now, I include Fleur and Jeanne?” Aer a lot of banter, ideas tossing and talk about shoes and ships and sealing wax, Harry assumed a stern face and escorte d his father in law to the arch. Jacques had a similar stony face on, and the girls, who were hovering in the halls, barely visible around the corners, were getting really worried. Once Jacques was sent back, in the nick of time, since his stony face was beginning to crack, Harry assumed his grumpiest face, and stomped out, with Jormungandr holding his thoughts private even through the bond. In the hall, he met a very hesitant Disa. “I’m sorry, Master. I thought it would be a good idea..” She didn’t get any further, since Harry grabbed her and pushed her, face first, into a niche. He vanished her skirt, and bent her tail up. Without a word, he entered her tight little pussy, driving her into the wall with hard thrusts in a furious tempo, while constantly arking her. He finished quickly inside her, kissed her neck and walked away, leaving her on the floor, trying to recover from a long and continuous orgasm and with semen oozing out of her womb. “If that’s how he is when he’s annoyed, I’ll definitely annoy him again,” she thought as she clambered to her unsteady feet. He didn’t say anything about his visitor for the rest of the day. When the wedding was mentioned, he was all smiles again, and the girls appeared to have forgotten about the whole thing. ey were very careful around him, though. at night, Gabrielle returned to the Delacour estate near Lille, and Harry and his remaining girls but returned to Seidheim. No one seemed to have that they had been gone for a day, then again, under the midnight sun, time noticed didn’t mean much. Harry had a long talk with Sigyn before calling it a day. When he got up to his room, Jorunn was waiting for him. She didn’t say anything, just massaged his back with her strong hands, as he was a bit sore from flying. Aer half an hour of being cared for, he fell asleep. He did wake up, briefly, as she crawled downwards, again taking him in her mouth before going to sleep. When he woke up a couple of hours later, he had aually slipped out of her mouth. She was lying on her side, with her lovely arse and tail sticking out over the side of the bed. If it hadn’t been so hot, he would have thought it looked ridiculous. He slipped quietly out of bed, walked around and slowly and carefully performed the charm. Cupping her breast with his le hand, he entered her arse with a smooth thrust. She woke up with a pleased ga, and grabbed the sheets hard as he fucked her. Her tail was flailing wildly as he thrust into her and she bit her lip as she came, again and again. Soon he reached his limit as well, and he filled her belly with his cum, feeling her body absorb it. He gave her a long and loving kiss, before he withdrew and got dressed. No one
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was awake as he le the house heading for the lake. He ran there, taking pains to do so as silently as possible. Gabrielle could swim, fairly well in fa, and as he stripped and got in the water, he drew on her knowledge to swim around the lake. He could feel the strain on his chest and arms, but he figured it might come in handy. He finished on the islet with the rebuilt cottage, sensing the Arch inside. He pulled himself onto the rocks, laid back and relaxed. Aer a couple of heartbeats, he had Stina’s mouth around his member. Again, he said nothing, but let his magic swing her around, so they ended up in the classic sixtynine. Morphing himself a longer tongue, he got to work, and soon had her coming as he probed her depths. So did she, with his cock as probe, and using her morphing ability to make her throat feel like a tight pussy. Aer ten minutes of trying to drive each other crazy, he came again, and she took his load all over her face. Aer cleaning him off, she turne d to face him, her face covered with his semen and while she was looking into his eyes, she absorbed his semen right through her skin. He kissed her, got up and, concentrating hard, walked across the surface of the lake back to his clothes, got dressed and walked back to the smithy. On the way, he located Gabrielle’s mind. She was sleeping in her room, with the Codex beside her. He smiled to himself and gently, very gently he reached out to her through the bond with his magic. He gently caressed her with his power, watching, in his mind’s eye, her nipples contra. He focused a bit more, and without waking her, he managed to give her an orgasm. He felt inordinately proud as she mumbled his name, and he saw that she was clut ching his ring in her sleep. He smiled as he withdrew. She might not need romance, but she appreciated it. He felt very lucky, but the feeling vanished like a pay check in a bar at the stare he received when he entered the smithy’s yard. Leif was there, and with him was a short man who reminded Harry uncomfortably of Madeye Moody. ey had the same kind of glare, and the same awareness of everything that happened around them. is one had greyish-blonde hair tied back in a short, stiff braid, blue eyes and a very serious moustache. He had a stocky build, and was almost as muscled as Surt, but something about his stance alerted Harry that this was a fighter. “Morning, Hasse,” Leif said. He gestured to the man beside him, who barely reached his waist. “is is Björn. He’s the trainer for the Einharjers, our militia. I can not teach you much. He can. You are good and honourable man. Björn is underhanded bastard. He can teach you much.” “Good morning, Mistah Fafnerson. I’ve been told that I don’t need to teach you ells and such, but I can and will teach you how to fight.” e fighter said in a melodical voice. “Good morning. So duelling replaces biking? I like the biking, but duelling makes more sense.” Björn smiled, and moved as to whier someth ing. Before Harry knew it, he was strapped upside down against the smithy wall, too dizzy to focus on anything. “Duelling, Mistah Fafnersson? I don’t duel. I will teach you to be a complete and utter bastard. I will teach you to attack from behind, to sucker punch in fourteen ways and I do teach by example.” Harry almost felt sorry for him. Obviously, the man had never met a Sorcerer. He summoned his power, tore free of the wall and somersaulted down to the ground. Well, he intended to.
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Halfway through his somersault, he was hit by a barrel, and went flying in the wrong way. He landed in a scrap heap, and as soon as he got to his feet, Björn was in front of him. e stocky man stamped hard on Harry’s foot, and as soon as he reflexively lied his injured foot, he received a knee in the groin that made him see stars. Suddenly, there was growling. Someone was placing a hand on his tormented groin, making the pain go away, and he leaped to his feet. Disa was on her knees beside him wearing an oversized T-shirt and her hair was a mess. She had obviously been sleeping ten seconds ago. Björn was held in check against the smithy wall by a snarling Jorunn. Harry quickly sent out to Stina and Gabrielle that he was training, and that there was no real danger. Jorunn was magnificent. She was stark naked of course , and her tail was rigid and frizzy. Her claws, that Harry had rarely seen, was black, and fully extended. Her canine teeth were more pronounced than usual, and the glow in her yellow eyes oke of Death. Disa sauntered up to Jorunn, making a similar transformation, but while Jorunn was still naked, Disa grew a light coat of strawberry blonde fur. She crouched as well, extended her clear claws and hissed at the man. Suddenly, Harry could see why some people would be afraid of his cuddly bedwarm ers. ese girls...no, females, were ready to kill on his say-so. Jorunn seemed to have troubles restraining herself, and her face was contorted by her snarling that showed most of her sharp, pointed teeth. He walked up to her, and for some reason, he rubbed her ears. She immediately relaxed, and looked up on him worriedly. “Girls, if he can beat me, I have things to learn from him. He needs to beat me every now and then, and if you come to my rescue in training, I’m afraid I won’t learn.” He turned to Disa, and guffawed lightly at her”fighting face.” Yes, her eyes were shining and her teeth was showing and all, but since the Bonding, her eyes shone pink, her nose had turned into a tiny little black button and her ears, that were poking up through her hair, had adorable little tus on them. He could see that she might be scary, but she was so incredibly cute that he could barely stand it. He bent down and whiered in her furry ear. “If I get frustrated fighting this guy, I’ll have to work it off somehow, right?” Her pink eyes lit up even more, and her feline growling turned into more of a purr. e girls straightened and reverted to a more human shape, even if they kept their claws extended. A few kisses later they le with Leif, who was looking appreciatively at Jorunn’s naked body, leaving Björn, looking a little wild, and Harry . e older man shook his head to colle himself and asked, “Well, Mistah, what would you say just happened?” “I got rescued.” “Wrong. You won, by applying a resource I didn’t know about. Damn, that was scary.” “You were lucky that only two of my girls were in the immediate area. If Stina or Gabrielle had come here too, I may not have been able to control them. Never mind that now. ey won’t bother us again. You got me. How should I have done it?” is began a few interesting weeks for Harry. Eight hours a day was ent with Björn and a number of other Einharjers, learning how to cheat, fool and destroy an opponent.
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e Einharjers, he learned was a hereditary force, typically about 3000 men and women strong. ey shared a genetic defe, allowing them superior strength and eed in battle. Unfortunately, this was due to a kind of battle rage, so they couldn’t use it intelligently. is meant that the Einharjers were very balanced people who rarely lost their temper, and Harry did his best to learn their temper-management techniques. In the beginning he was afraid to let go, but as he learnt that they would heal anything overnight, he began to exert himself. ey only asked for a bit of restraint aer he had transformed in a mockbattle and melted a man’s legs off with his acid ray. at lead to him ending two hours a day with Sigyn, learning about potions, poisons and acids, in order to use it better and possibly be safer to be around. ree hours a day was ent at Kilchurn with the girls. He always ent at least one hour at the Klub, though, and the girls didn’t mind, since they had their own Spa Wonderland to occupy themselves with. For some reason, the girls couldn’t use the arches if Harry wasn’t in the castle already, and aer the first week Harry had a large bedroom installed in the Dungeons, near the Klub and the Spa. From that point, they went straight there, and Stina discovered that she could reach the Loch by simply flushing herself down the toilet, since the filtering and cleaning charms in the pipes didn’t affe her at all. e first time Harry saw her climb up through the bowl with a dreamy smile, he laughed so hard he couldn’t stand. ree hours a day was ent bikin g. He would transform and grab the bike in his talons and fly to a nearby tarmac road, with some heavy diversion charms going, land and just go flat out for the three hours just to see how far he could go. e road was fairly straight, but it had a number of steep hills to get over, and Harry got to the point where the meter on the bike said that his average eed was 40 kph, and he thought that it was good enough. Surt said it was amazing, since he barely got his average on that stretch over 27. Four hours were ent in the smithy, where he learned more about metals than he thought there was to know, and Surt learned to make full use of his apprentice’s power. e rumour read, and people from around Seidheim began to come to the smithy to watch the show as Harry and Surt bantered while they worked, threw impossibly heavy things to each other, swily snatching them out of the air. It was assumed that Hasse had a gi for metal, like Surt had a gi for heat, and they made many beautiful things which never gathered any dust before they were sold. e rumour of the smith’s apprentice read like wildfire among the girls at Seidheim, too, and every now and then, Jorunn and Disa made what Harry dubbed a “Possessive Drive”, showing up in revealing clothes just to get a kiss. ey still weren’t jealous, and once or twice, they aually brought girls to him for him to kiss. e girls he kissed were the ones that nurtured the biggest crushes, and the ones most likely to turn stalker. He kissed them, flooded their senses with his own brand of passionfire, and le them to his girls for core, recovery. Disa or too Jorunn would then explain thatexcept HasseHuldr, had his passion tiedwas to his odd making him much to handle for anyone and that this the reason he couldn’t be with human girls. e infatuated girls usually accepte d that, and went on dreaming about the kiss. Harry made it clear to the girls that while he didn’t dislike them, he only kissed them to get it out of their system. It was an odd way to run a railroad, but it worked.
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Four hours were designated for resting, even though he usually ent half of it on wing, simply enjoying gliding over the lakes and forests. He even hunted once, taking down a deer with a focused urt of acid, removing it’s head in a second. He didn’t make a habit of it, since the memory of the entrails that had looked so tasty to his Leharv made him throw up violently once he became human again. e girls studied. Stina was exploring her powers, moving from lake to lake, learning of creatures and plants that Harry had never known existed. e Huldr studied everything they could about Leharv’s and goblins and all the other magical creatures that srcinated in Scandinavia. Gabrielle’s studies were of course the most extensive. She were working through the Summus Codex, and studied up on other things as well, like bridal dresses, table manners, wedding traditions and all such things. Aer two weeks of this regimen, Harry sent a thought out to his Bonded. ∼ Ladies, are you busy tomorrow? ∼ ∼ Nothing ecial. Why? Gabrielle thought, and Harry could feel the agreement of the others. ∼ ∼ I thought we should get married, Gabrielle. Do you mind if Sigyn officiates? ∼ Squeeing is sometimes cute, but when four females does it inside your head, it grows uncomfortable very quickly, so Harry withdrew. To the incessant knocking in his head, he opened the link again a few hours later. ∼ Master, I need time to prepare things. I have no dress... ∼ ∼ Yes you do. ∼ ∼ I don’t have...what? ∼ ∼ You have a dress, invitations have been sent out, with a few exceptions, the food is prepared and everything has been taken care of. Your Bondsisters will be your Bride’s Maids together with your sister, and your friend Simone will be your Maid of Honour. e wedding will not be a traditional one, but we’ve maintained some traditional elements. Now, I will send the girls over to you in a little while. I just need their help with a few things first. ∼ *
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“Yes, Lord Longbottom. My name is Disa, I am fully fed, and I’m here to invite you to a friend’s wedding.” Neville thought for a moment. He ran through everything he knew about Huldr, and quickly realised that he was probably safer than most in her presence. ey both cared for plants and trees, and they were really on the same side. He also had a strong feeling that he could trust her for some reason. He then listed his friends who might be getting married, and didn’t come up with anyone. erefore, he logically concluded that it had to be Harry. Harry faking his death, going into hiding, knowing Huldr and then getting married made a lot more sense than Harry getting killed. “So, what’s the name of the soon-to-be Mrs. Potter?” “Impressive, Lord Longbottom. e current wedding will be with Gabrielle Delacour.” “Isn’t she too......Veela. A Veela would be old enough. I’d be delighted to come. I assume it’s happening soon?” “Milord, it would be good if you with plants me now. ere are suitable commodations at the castle, as well as could manyreturn interesting in the courtyard, manyacof which I don’t know. I would love to study them with you . May assist you I packing or anything?” Neville smiled at the beautiful girl. As long as he kept his eyes on hers, he felt safe. As soon as he allowed himself to notice those boobs, he got insecure. She seemed to notice this, since she started to breathe a lot deeper suddenly. To cover his confusion, he turned around and began walking up to the manor, while answering. “No, that’s all right. I always have a bag packed for such occasions. Hasty weddings are more common among the purebloods than most realise. I just need to clear my social calendar.” He could hear her walk up behind him, and he felt her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Lord Longbottom. I am a Huldr, and we thrive on attention. If you’d rather talk to my boobs instead of my face, I really don’t mind.” “ank you, I’ll remember that,” he said with a weak smile.”It’s just not common praice in my normal circles. Excuse me a moment. GRAN!” An elderly, but intimidating woman appeared at the door. “Neville? What do you thin k you are doi ng, yelling like that. Who is that little floozy?” Neville could aually feel the Huldr’s annoyance. She stepped forward. “I am Disa Krake. On my father’s side, my family has ravaged the Earth for six thousand years, tearing nations apart and levelling whole cities. My mother’s family have devoured the souls of men for even longer. Lord Longbottom has been invited to a wedding by my Master, and I believe he will be insulted if I tear you limb from limb. He may even slap me. Don’t insult me again.” Neville smiled, and went to get his bag. His Gran may have met her match.
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She had taken to walking around the lake these days. She needed time to think. Her old friend and one time mentor was not himself. Could he had acquired dementia without her noticing? He had always been odd, but the way he talked about Harry these days went far beyond that. Harry, yes. It was not the first time she had had to deal with losing as student, but this one hurt more than usual. She had not been what he had expeed of her, what he had had the right to expe of her in the last year, and now it was too late to make amends. Her mind kept coming back to the circumstances of Harry’s death, of Albus’ strange behaviours and the appearance of Caradoc Pritchard. Somehow she knew that there was a conneion, she just couldn’t figure it out. She also had the nagging feeling that Miss Granger had. ere was no Caradoc Pritchard in magical Britain. ere had been one, a hundred years ago, but he had died without issue at the age of one hundred and sixty. Her wand was in her hand as soon as the water started to bubble. A woman rose from the lake, like Aphrodite, and she was beautiful enough to match the image. e unknown woman appeared to be in her early forties, but well kept, and dressed in a long white gown with a gold belt around her slim waist. She was completely dry, and the wind swept her long blonde hair hither and yon, making the image beautifully heathen. “Professor McGonagall?” “Who asks?” “Vala Sigyn Krake, Guardian of the Lore of Seidheim, and the one carrying a wedding invitation for Minerva McGonagall.” e woman smiled at Minerva’s dropped chin. “What...who...?” “One of your charges is getting married, and he would like you to be there. is is being done in secret, but he believes you will keep his secrets. Personally, I know you will,
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because he’s getting devious these days, and he’s not above pulling the guilt card out if he feels he needs it.” “e only one this could be is dead. Isn’t he?” “Wasn’t Mr Potter’s remains identified by a reliable, impartial third party, who couldn’t be expeed to tamper a bit?” “I would guess,” Professor McGonagall said quite dryly, “that a certain Nymphadora Tonks might have received an invitation as well?” “I might have seen that name on the list. e list is very short, and the requirements for being on it are more than rigorous.” “I see. I can be ready in one hour. Will that be acceptable?” *
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Danger. Clearly danger, but not aimed at him. Danger, leaves, moss, soil and female. Excited female. Under it all, like a trace, was a scent he could never forget. e note that had into pocket withthe ancharm alarm had charm onoff, it had said toand go to this alley and been followslipped his nose so his he did. When gone tweeting buzzing in his pocket, he had nearly gotten a heart attack. Now he was near a second one. Whoever was waiting in the dark alley had touched Harry in the last three hours. Remus turned around the corner. ere was a crouched figure sitting on top of a barrel in the far end. It’s eyes glowed in the dark, and the scent of excited female was strong. His eyes got accustomed to the dark quickly, and he saw the tail. A Huldr. Damn. “Remus Lupin? A certain Bambi would like you to be present at his wedding tomorrow, and I’ve been charged with getting you there. If you want to go, of course.” “Just a second. You are Huldr, right? May I ask how ... Bambi was the last time you saw him?” He focused her, trying to dete any dishonesty. It was at a talent didn’t advertise, but it his wassenses bloodyonuseful at times. e attraive Huldr smiled him inhewhat only could be called a naughty way. “e last time I aually saw him was this morning. He fucked me silly, sating my feeding needs for the next year or so, and le for work when I passed out.” She had been completely honest. ere was only one thing to say about that. “Damn. Sirius would be proud!”
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For some of us are out of breath, and all of us are fat.” e room was dark, and Remus relied more on his nose than his eyes to identify the people present. Tonks’ scent was one he knew well, and liked a lot. McGonagall was surprising, but it was certainly her, and then there was a scent he knew but couldn’t place. A student, perhaps? His eyes got accustomed to the dark, and he recognised Neville Longbottom. He also saw a person he hadn’t smelled at all, which was surprising. He recognised him from the poor photograph he had seen in the Prophet. Caradoc Pritchard. “Welcome to Kilchurn Castle. I believe I am recognised by most of you?” To Remus’ surprise, Neville stepped up. “Not really, Milord. All we have is a name, that I don’t really believe in.” “Really, Lord Longbottom? Why is that, may I ask?” Neville smiled, and begun counting on his fingers. “First, You go in to Gringott’s, but were not seen to leave. Secondly, Harry was not seen to enter Gringott’s but leaves. irdly, you knew about Dean’s little sister, and he doesn’t mention her that much, and Harry would barely mention Dean — much less his little sister — to someone he just met. Fourthly, he never mentioned you at all. Fihly, I’ve seen you in aion, something few other have, and I have an idea of your power, and Professor McGonagall and I can both testify to your ability to pull a major stunt like this. Hi there Harry. As Neville counted, both Remus and McGonagall looked stunned. It was so simple, so clear. How could they have missed it? Of course they had to be the same person. 147
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“Mr. Longbottom, how on earth did you conne that?” McGonagall said, clearly shocked. He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Professor, you were told that the remains were Harry by magical means. Magic is always strange and usually right. I’ve been Harry’s dorm-mate for five years, and Harry is even stranger, and proves magic wrong every day. He’s just Harry, and that’s the way he is. e rest was just logic. Most wizards couldn’t figure out a Muggle bathroom door with logic, but I’m not much of a wizard, really.” “Yes you are, Nev. Don’t sell yourself short like that.” ey all turned to look at Pritchard, only to see him shimmer and turn into Harry Potter. Tonks was the first to recover and leapt for him. Unfortunately, she collided in mid-air with Remus who had only been a lit second later, so it was Neville who got to Harry first, grabbing his arm in the Brother Greeting. “Hi again, Harry. I heard you were dead. It’s really good to see you got over it.” “I couldn’t let you get bored now, could I?” Harry smiled at his friend. is was a man who had followed him into battle, knowing what he was getting into. It was good to see him, but McGonagall urged for his attention. “Mr. Potter. Again, I find myself willing to award house points for sheer dumb luck. How have you been, Harry?” “Great, Professor, just great. You see, all of you, my mother sent me a belated little gi of power, and I had to get away to learn to use it. Mum planned that too. I am learning loads, and I have met four fantastic girls, whom I have given permanent places in my life. “I was planning on waiting to get married until I have toasted Voldemort, but I changed my mind. Hey, this is a secure room, and a bit bleak. Why don’t we adjourn to my little sanua ry? Tonks, Professor, you might just be the first females ever to see that room. “e female-repelling charms on the door have been temporarily capsuled. I couldn’t break them, they are pretty complex Sorceries, and I want them back later, as well.” “Oh, Harry. A wizard can’t break a Sorcery.” McGonagall tutted as they walked through the brightly lit halls. “No, they can’t. I have to be careful in praice, not to use my own stunners since they can’t be reversed by anyone else. He grinned suddenly, morphed his ordinary black robes to a silvergre y cloak with blue trim. He enlarged Fang and allowed his magic to flare a bit, sending blue lightning flowing over his staff. He struck a pose and read in a booming voice. at old once sorcerer And for has has gonevanished away! Spirits called by him, now banished, My commands shall soon obey. Every step and saying at he used, I know,
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And with rites obeying My arts I will show. Flow, flow onward Stretches many Spare not any Water rushing, Ever streaming fully downward Toward the pool in current gushing.5 “Goethe, Bambi? I’m impressed...wait a bit here. You’re a Sorcerer?” Remus was stunned. “Looks that way. I’m becoming one, anyway. I can still do wanded magic, but it’s not so much fun.” “Is that what you’re learning now, Harry?” Neville asked. “Can you give us some kind of timeline here? You seem to have had an interesting summer.” “Let’s see. I ditched the order, hooked up with Gabi and bonded her by accident, got superpowers and invented Caradoc at the ur of the moment. We went to Gringott’s, where I learned some more stuff, and managed to send Gabi home to France. “ Aer a detour to the Goblin kitchens, I knowingly walked into the Deatheater trap. Aer a convenient time, I blasted a meatbag and some clothes and aivated a portkey. I landed elsewhere, quite ill. I hooked up with the Huldr Jorunn, who brought me to her Dad, you’ll meet him in a jif, and she and her best friend, the Huldr Disa, nursed me back to health.” “Huldr? Mr Potter, they are very dangerous!” McGonagall said seriously. “I’d say!” Neville quipped. “Miss Krake told my Gran off so badly, I wonder if she has dared to leave her room yet.” “at’s my girl! Well, the girl’s dads started to train me, while the girls tried to get me to Bond them too. During training, I met the Lake Warden, Stina, who really taught me to wield Sorcery, but that’s like wielding a wand. It’s all about finesse. Well, I Bonded the Huldr girls and the Lake Warden, too, for good measure. We’re all ridiculously happy, and Voldemort is going down. ere. Questions?” Harry, Neville and Tonks laughed like crazy at the soundlessly working jaws of the more mature people present. When nothing was forthcoming, Tonks picked up the thread. “Was that really you in that bird at HQ?” “Yup,” he said with a grin. “e bird was Gabrielle, by the way, and I can visit her through the bond. With a bit of effort, I can even use my favourite magic through her.” “And what would that be?” Neville asked. Looking at the Metamorphs pink cheeks, he answered impishly. “Why don’t you ask Tonks?” 5 From “e Sorcerer’s Apprentice” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1779. Available online at http://www.fln.vcu.edu/goethe/zauber_e3.html.
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As Neville turned to Tonks with an arched eyebrow, her blush faded and she looked Neville straight in the eye, and said in a voice completely rid of all emotion. “Harry has the power to bring a girl from nil to orgasm in a second, just by touch. He did that to me by remote at his memorial. I went from slightly grumpy to a brilliant, pantie-soaking orgasm, just by a falcon touching my face. If it hadn’t been inappropriate, I would jump him right now to find out what else he’s learned.” “e day before his wedding. Nymphadora, I’m shocked!” McGonagall said, clearly upset. “I’m just glad she didn’t say it in front of the girls. ey would lock us in a bedroom right now, but it would probably hurt the few sensibilities I have le about that sort of thing.” Harry snickered. e hall turned silent. “Are you serious, mate?” Neville finally said. “ey wouldn’t mind?” “No, Nev, they wouldn’t. ey are all sexual beings, who need sex as much as food. Well, not Stina, at least not as much as the others. She just loves it. at’s how Huldr extra the lifefun. force they feed I canisfeed them through arks,I’m too, but the safe, otherProfessor. way is justI more e idea of on. fidelity ridiculous to them,my I think. perfely haven’t noticed the drain once, and I can keep them safe. Huldr are only dangerous when they’re hungry. My girls will never ever have to be hungry abain. I’ll make sure of that.” “Harry, I understand it’s great, I mean, even I was young once,” Remus said,”but do you love Gabrielle, and the others? Is it more than sex?” “He does,” said a voice from the open door to the Klub. “Hi. I’m Leif, Disa’s father. Puny Hasse here is good man, or I not let him marry daughter, fancy stick or no.” Again, it was Neville’s ine that uncoiled the fastest. He smiled at the halfgiant, and stretched out his hand. “Neville Longbottom, Sir. You have a wonderful daughter, and if anyone is worthy of her, it’s got to be Harry.” Leif stared for a second, before carefully taking Neville’s outstretched hand. “Leif Krake, and I see Hasse was right, saying he have brave friend. A pleasure meeting you, and I will make room for you if you need it. Hasse can tell you I mean it.” “Hasse?” “at’s me.” Harry said. “I had some kind of secret identity the first days abroad. Now, everybody knew who I was of course, but Leif and some others got the habit. I got a new name too, which also shortens to Harry, so Hasse stays for some reason I don’t get.” “Hasse, I have smart and wise wife. She talk of you with full name you got in cave, so I use Hasse to make point. You put on pants like me. You not legend yet.” “Sigyn thinks I’m a legend? Has she been hitting the potions or something?” “No potions since she healed from you.” e giant smiled wickedly. “She can almost do without.” Carefully considering all the possible clever and witty comebacks from that, he opted for the time-honoured tradition: going red and changing the subje.
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“Welcome to what Dobby named the Kilchurn Klub. Normally a Men’s club, and a sanuary for me and those men who have gone before me, but today it’s my guest lounge. e girls have a Spa Wonderland, that’s normally equally safe from male interference, but which have been disabled for the day.” “So I’m a guy then?” Tonks said, morphing her body to a caricature female. “I’m no good at belching and scratching myself in public.” “I’m sure we can overlook that, Milady.” Surt said, sweeping in and immediately engaging her in light conversation. A couple of invited Einharjers claimed Remus and Neville, so Harry gently steered his Head of house to a chair by the bar. “I’m sorry, Professor.” “For what, Mr Potter?” “Harry, please. For worrying you, and generally making a mess of things.” “It would seem like it was worth it. You do look happy, Harry. And Minerva will be fine.” e stern teacher seemed to be loosening up, possibly thanks to the large glass of Single Malt that had been pressed in her hand. “ank you, Minerva. I’m getting married tomorrow with a beautiful girl who loves me completely. I love her more than my own life, and I have three other girls who love me just as much. Life has been good this summer. ey are great friends, too. eir families have welcomed me, and Surt and Leif are amon g my closest friends. Sigyn, Leif ’s wife who I believe you’ve met, is a friend, mentor, teacher and surrogate mother. I love them all. e Headmaster thinks my great edge over Voldemort is love, but I had to escape him to learn about it.” He leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. His teacher had something on her mind, he could tell. “I would like to get back to that. I did meet Sigyn, a most impressive woman. She did say something cryptic about you hurting her good. I confess to being quite curious.” “e other shape does influence us, doesn’t it? She led me on a kind of Vision Quest. e potion I drank had some serious side-effes of a sexual nature. As I was robbed of my concern, and may be slightly better endowed than average, she did sustain some severe injuries. I healed her, and she insists that her injuries were self-inflied. She had the upper hand, and allowed everything that happened.” She studied her student to try to see if he was having her on, but no such signs could be seen. She smiled ruefully. “I did ask, didn’t I? Did the quest have anything to do with the Animagus shape you just confessed to?” “It did. I might just show you some day.” “I’ll be looking forward to it. Say, this is an excellent whisky. May I ask what’s in your tankard?” “ank you. I believe you are having a 24-year old Laphroaig. I’m having a mild mead myself.”
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“So your superpowers doesn’t extend to strong drink?” “ey do, in fa. Anything poisonous is neutralised. I’m afraid I’ll never know the joys of a hangover. I just don’t want to take any risks.” “Very wise. You were at the memorial in some fashion, then? What did you think of it?” “Tragic. He might have been his legend at some time, but there is very little le of the ‘epitome of light’, as the books call him. He praically told us that he had a master plan, and that it was supposed to get me killed. I just hope I don’t have to hurt him.” “You believe you could take on Albus? Voldemort fears him for a reason.” “Unfortunately, that reason is Voldemort’s ignorance. Dumbledore has some kind of dementia. Not the frontal lobe variety, thank Goddess, but something is destroying his mind. He is powerful, no doubt, but it’s the experience and his vast knowledge that would be his only advantage against me. My stunner breaks the strongest of shields when I juice it up, and Björn, the warrior over there, is training me to be a right bastard.” “I see. My curiosity raises it’s head again, I’m afraid. I see no Weasleys and no Miss Granger, yet I am here. Why is that?” “I take it you heard about Ron?” At her nod, he continued. “Hermione, Ginny and Luna all know that I’m alive, and that I’m in training. at’s it, really. Hermione has made a couple of conclusions that are very funny, but they are short on fas. Now, the problem is that my bondmates are pushing me to bond those girls as well. If I invited them, I would have to make a decision now, and I’m not ready to do that. Besides, I may love Molly to pieces, but she loves me into a little box, with cotton around me. I need to be more secure in myself before I can allow myself to be Mollycoddled. You, on the other hand, can be discreet, can keep a secret, and I like you.” e normally stern professor laughed uproariously. “at, Harry, might be the strangest explanation I have ever understood.” ey talked for a while, and aer a little while, Harry had a friend and ally on staff. ey moved around, and Harry took the time to talk to everybody. When a blushing Tonks asked for a ark, he gave her one by pinching her bum, something Neville saw and teased her mercilessly about. Harry and Neville got their heads together and planned a few pranks for the school year. Remus and him got a bit emotional together and Björn entertained them all with a remarkable singing voice. Aer a couple of hours, Harry excused himself, claiming a prior Engagement, which drew quite a few groans, and le the Klub. It had been a good night, and he had had fun, but as he sauntered towards his suite, he felt drained. As he turned a corner, Sigyn was there. “Good evening Harry. Were you headed for bed?” “Yes. I have a big day tomorrow.” “You do. I will accompany you. ere’s one part in this wedding that needs to be addressed, but you really don’t need to know about it. Do you trust me?” “With my life, of course.” “Good. I have a ritual to perform on you, and I have to be naked. ere are no funky potions involved this time. Will my nudity be a problem?”
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“Not really. Do you mind if I stare dumbly?” “Ogle away, my friend. Ogle away.” e ritual was very strange. Sigyn was completely professional about it, naked or not, but he could sense her desire anyway. She danced and sang in a strange, archaic language, and there was a strange kind of magic to it. At one point, his cock got so hard, he was afraid he’d pop an artery or something, and then it went straight down again. Chills and hot flashes raced over him, and aer almost half an hour, it was done. He was told, firmly, that the next woman that he touched intimately would better be his wife. For once, he wasn’t knackered when he went to bed, but he fell asleep anyway, in ite of being alone. For some reason, he dreamed of cats. *
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e note swelled, and expanded into a massive harmony, as Gabrielle, dressed in a white gown, lined with silver and with pale blue embroideries that slightly emphasized her already visibly bulging midseion, appeared at the far end of the crowd. In front of her walked Disa and Jorunn, dressed in the white gowns that Harry had conjured when he proposed, at her sides, but a step behind her walked Fleur and Stina, dressed the same way, and Harry had conjured a belt for Fleur, with the alchemical air sign in a simpler design than Gabrielle’s. Behind her walked a petite dark-skinned human girl, beautiful enough to match the group quite well. Gabrielle’s best childhood friend Simone had had a hard time accepting that her playmate was getting married, but had grown with the reonsibility of being Maid of Honour until the other bridesmaids automatically turned to her for cues and guidance. She wore a similar gown, of course, but her belt was in solid silver chain mail, and she had a slender sword strapped to it. e gorgeous pentacle walked slowly forward to the tones of an old French song, that Jacques had adapted for the situation. As they walked, the air arkled around them and thousands of flowers bloomed in their footsteps. Harry, watching from above, was stunned. e beauty of the procession tore at his heart, and suddenly he understood was the whole ’weeping with joy’-thing was all about. ey reached the platform, and as one, they turned around to face the crowd, and Simone grabbed the hilt of her sword and oke. “I, Simone, of the wizarding world, and lifelong friendship, say this.” “I, Fleur, of blood kinship and the air, say this.” “I, Jorunn, of the forest and the fire, say this.” “I, Disa, of the wilderness and the earth, say this” “I, Stina, of the ages and the waters, say this.” In a flash, Simone drew her sword, and the bridesmaids assumed battlestances, with claws, fireballs and enough colleed threat to give grown men nightmares. Gabrielle stood serene in the again. centre of the pentacle, shining with beauty like only a Veela could, as her father oke “Who among you dares eak against me?” e music faded, and the silence was compa. Harry clambered up on the parapet. Aer a little longer than comfortable, he continued. “is woman is ready. Who is the man who dares approach her guard? Who is the man worthy of her? Who will take her for his wife?” Harry let his magic flare with light, and thre w himself off the ledge . He pushed downwards, and in a glowing here of blue light, he gently hovered down to the ground where Gabrielle had started. He was immediately joined by Remus, Neville, Leif, and Surt, all dressed in silvery Lindorm leather, with tight vests over white linen shirts and trousers. e only things distinguishing Harry was an Audsilber circlet on his head, and his staff. To the tones of a Norse martial song, the quintet marched forward. As the men reached the podium, they lit up, and Neville faced Disa, Surt and Jorunn faced each other and as Fleur and Remus met, Stina shimmered and grew, to meet Leif as an equal.
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Harry stood still, with the point of Simone’s sword at his throat. “Who are you, to believe yourself worthy of my friend?” She asked loudly. “I am Harry James Potter, a Sorcerer, a Warrior and a Smith. By her leave, I will wed her, care for her and prote her for the rest of my days.” “What gi do you bring her, to show your worth?” “My heart.” “You stand defenceless before me. Who would save you from me?” “I will,” Gabrielle said as she stepped forward and took the sword from Simone’s hand. “He has proven himself to me, and I find him worthy.” e men turned and oke in unison. “Who eaks against the worth of Harry James Potter?” Again, the silence was tangible. Sigyn stepped forward, glowing in the light of the Scottish sun. “Gabrielle Antoinette Delacour. Is it your wish to wed this man who seeks you?” “It is.” Gabrielle’s voice was hitching a bit. “Will you honour him, obey him, and take his name for yours?” “I will.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t understand half of this wedding, but it felt so right. She had dreamed of being the mistress of Harry Potter, but she had found him to be another, much better man than she had dreamed of, and here she was, pregnant, Bonded and getting married to the man of her dreams. “Do you claim him as your provider, your proteor and the father of your children?” “I do.” She couldn’t say anything more for a while, but then, it was his turn now. Sigyn turned slightly, smiling at the man who strangely had become like her son, who was sweating profusely. “Harry James Potter. You sought her to marry her today. Is your decision final?” “It is.” “Will you honour her, love her and trust her?” “I will.” “Do you freely accept the reonsibilities for her proteion, to clothe her and feed her, and do you claim her children to your family?” “I do.” She looked at them both, asking with her eyes if Gabrielle could continue. At the faint nod, the Vala asked. “Will there be love?” “Always” they said together.
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“Harry, that itthe bond between is deeper thanI words, and that nothing I canGabrielle, say or doI know will make stronger. ere you is only one thing ask of you, my honorary son and daughter. Grandchildren.” Gabrielle guffawed slightly at the older woman’s longing tone, which of course was what Sigyn had wanted. Gabrielle wasn’t her first overwhelmed bride, aer all. Once the communal sniggering had died down, she continued. “Without further ado, I eak as the voice of Freya, as the voice of Siv, with the blessing of the Viliya congregation,” Here she nodded at a regal looking Veela sitting with Gabrielle’s mother, ”and by power invested in me by the French Ministry for Magic, I pronounce you Husband and wife, as Harry and Gabrielle Potter.” e cheer that went up as they kissed went completely unnoticed by the two of them. Harry was told later that Leif, Neville and Surt had had to grab their reeive challengers, as the Bondmates’ knees had given way. He was busy kissing his wife. She seemed to be busy trying to merge with him, or maybe push her soul into him. It was definitely a kiss for the Hall Of Fame, and as Harry’s magic flared, in flashing lights with a decidedly pink cast, all present agreed that this was truly a match made in heaven. As they walked back,hand in hand, to the starting point of the improvised isle, people stood and cheered loudly. e challengers came in file behind them, with Jacques escorting Simone, or maybe the other way around. e rest of the day went by in a blur for Harry, and he made a mental note to check all the recordings later, but he sueed that he would milace the note. He ate, danced and was introduced to more people than he could keep track of, but since Gabrielle already knew mostasofitthem he didn’t need to try. the He did dance at with Head of House, had been donereally in silence, while old remember woman justhis looking himhiswith a smile on her face. As the dance ended, she kissed his cheek, and was gone. His dance with Mme Maxime was of course memorable as well, although more for the people around him. He pretended to drink a potion, as he morphed into a bigger form, as Stina showed him in the Bond. e French Headmistress was delighted, and began pestering him for the instruions for what he called the Tripudio Maximus-potion. He was caught by one of his arring partners from the Einharjer training, and she immediately started flirting outrageously. e clock was approaching nine when Harry and Gabrielle looked at each other, and quietly le the grand hall. “Hello, Wife.” “Hello, Husband. Let’s go to bed.” e Lord’s suite was filled with white roses. e bed was made, and the crystals in the chandeliers shone. Harry sealed the door, and took his wife in his arms. He was not in a hurry, so he began undressing her slowly and with care. She stood there, shivering as her husband took his time. When he had gotten her breasts free, and soly kissed her nipple, she made a most undignified squeak as she came. He continued to undress her until she
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stood naked in front of him. He paused to kiss the barely visible bulge on her stomach, and she saw that it made her even more attraive to him. Oh, how she enjoyed that. Her inner thighs were slick aer her orgasm and her continuous excitement, and as a Veela, she knew she looked perfe. She released her Allure, full power, on him, and he didn’t seem to notice until she said, “Gabrielle, there’s nothing that can make me want you more. Tell me your dream, and I will try to make it real.” She pounced, unable to resist any more, and tore his leather pants apart. Once she had freed his huge member, she stopped, and looked up at him. “Can you morph it bigger?” she asked with surprising shyness. He searched out the Bond. Jormungandr had divided the “common room”, giving Gabrielle and him complete privacy, and in that privacy, he looked for her dream, and when he found it, he was aually shocked. It was rough. It was violent. It was almost too much for him, but not quite. Knowing that she wanted him to, and with the security of the bond that would tell him if she changed her mind, he grabbed her chin, lied her and threw her onto the bed. He morphed his member to an even greater size, and drove it into her tiny, fully contraed pussy with full force. e violent extension made her scream. He violently fucked her for a minute before he pulled out, and un her around. As she was lying on her back, with her head between his legs, he opened her mouth and forced himself into her throat, too. His morphed cock was so much bigger, more like an arm than anything, that he could very clearly see her throat extend as he fucked it. He double checked the bond, and found her ecstatic. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them lightly, and she came again, arching her back and moanin g past his cock somehow. He pulled out a bit, leaving the head in her mouth, and she licked and sucked vigorously. He morphed slightly, creating a row of bumps and ridges on his already monstrous tool, and yanked her up to him, standing on the floor with her back to his chest by a firm grip on her boobs. He growled in her ear. “Now, my little plaything, I will bend you over, and I will push this cock into your ass. I’m sure it’s going to hurt you, but I don’t care, because it will feel good for me. Inch aer inch will be pushed inside you, and when I can’t get any further, I’ll just keep pushing until it fits. You have no say in this, because you’re mine to do with as I please.” He didn’t get any further, before she bucked again in a forceful orgasm. He smiled, and bent her roughly forward, making her read her legs while standing with her hands on the bed. He winced as he saw how tiny she really was, and that the girth of his cock aually was a reeable fraion of her waist’s. Keeping a keen ear on the bond, he put his cock at her puckered little opening. He did the charm and pushed. She screamed, and the bond verified that she was in pain, but that she loved it. As he pushed his engorged member into her tight little opening, she shook and shivered, and when he encountered resistance, she jerked back, forcing him deeper. He pushed her down to her knees on the bed, and turned her over without withdrawing. Her face red, covered in sweat.before Her eyes were glassy and her pupils impossibly wide. He was made twoand long, slow strokes, she orgasmed again, and the fountain of fluid that rushed from her vagina soaked the bed. As she got more used to his girth, she began to meet his thrusts, moaning loudly, until Harry had an inired moment. He pulled out of her quickly, watching in astonishment how rapidly the abused opening healed and contraed. He lied her up roughly and growled
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again. “You’re jerking around too much. is will keep you still.” He threw her face down on the floor, and put his foot on her back. Extending his power through her body, he began morphing her. Her And breasts grow. began to grow. And grow. ey passed the beachball size, and continued to grow until the girl was suended on top of two huge mounds of flesh. Harry walked around her and grabbed a nipple in both hands. As he twisted it, she moaned , and as he rubbed his cock against them , she almost came again. As her head was now in convenient height, he moved in between the monstrous breasts, and shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her face violently, leaving her gaing as he moved around her, and started to methodically pound her pussy into submission. It didn’t take her long to enter a continuous orgasmic state. Suddenly, he had a vicious idea. He pulled out, and normalise d his member. He walked around her again, andanother bent down givethen her knelt a longbyand that in boobs, her hypersensitive triggered peak.toHe onetender of herkiss, enormous and put his state cock against the nipple. He broadcasted his intention to her, and she screamed as the image brought another peak. He began to push his cock into her nipple! He checked the bond a bit more thoroughly, and found her beyond ecstatic. In her world, he was using her for pleasure, and she was revelling in the feeling of fulfillment it brought. She was a creature of delight and desire, and his violent behaviour oke to a side of her that she normally kept suppressed. e Pet. e plaything who only lived and existed for him and his pleasure. Anything he did to her was transformed into intense pleasure. Just to test it, he reached for her other nipple and twisted it hard. She came. Abandoning all care, he pushed his cock into her nipple, enjoying her howls of pleasure. e experience was very tight, but more odd than pleasant, so he fucked the other one too, just for consistency, before restoring her to her normal size. He laid down on the bed. e power he had over her was incredibly exciting and he was about to come, but he wanted to have his wife, his Gabrielle, and not the fuck-doll. Apparently, she sensed this, and crawled up over him, pausing to lick his cock for a while before continuing to a straddle. She concentrated, and a strange light came out of her mouth, and travelled down through her body. She looked deep in his eyes, as she lowered herself onto him, contraing herself as mush as she could, until he was almost stuck inside her. As she began to ride him, she whiered to him. “It’s part of who I am, my love. Whatever you want, whenever you want it. It’s in my nature. I am yours to play with. I can be anyone you want, but you wanted Gabrielle, so you have her. All of her, nothing hidden, nothing repressed. at means that sometimes,
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you have to deal with my need to be dominated and just fucked. Do you know how great it was when you trapped me with my own boobs? To be helpless, and used by you? It was the best feeling of my life. I want you to fuck my nipples again sometime. I want you to come inside my breasts, feel your hot semen fill them. Now, my love, I want you to fill me again. I have cleaned myself thoroughly, and I want you..” She shied position on her unbelievably excited husband, taking him slowly into her arse. “..To cum in my little asshole, to fill me up completely. ere is nothing in the way now, between my tight little ass and my mouth, and I want you to try to cum in my mouth from the other end. Please, my master, my love, my husband.” She released a focused blast of her compulsion, and he felt her Veela magic engulf him, and it seemed to Harry that his testicles aually rumbled in reonse. He drove into her like a madman, first grabbing her hips, then her shoulders to get as far inside her as possible, as she screamed and howled in ecstacy. Her fluids covered his stomach, as he shoved his length in her again and again until he passed the edge. Seeing only her eyes, locked on his, he came more powerfully than ever before, and he felt like he was expelling his very soul into her. He could feel the vague tickling feeling in his cock as he pumped his fluid into the little girl sitting on top of him with glazed eyes and her arms outstretched. Something drained on his magic, and as the massive orgasm slowly died down, so did he, as he gently slipped into unconsciousness. “All in all,” he thought as he dried off, “Not a bad wedding night.” *
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Disa turned to them and said with a smile. “at internal cleansing thing was a great trick. When I try it, I’ll be doing it the other way, though. You know, there was almost two whole litres of cum inside her? You filled her up all right, love. It’s just that as you did, she gaed, and breathed some of it down into her lungs and passed out before she could reverse the cleaning ell. She’ll be right as rain in a few minutes, but right now she’s busy regrowing her digestive juices and all the friendly baeria and stuff. We put her to sleep to eed it up. at healing thing you have on her made sure she never was in danger.” “Good. And the brilliant idea to replicate her? Twice over?” “at would have been mine,” Tonks said. “e day aer your wedding day may be a bit odd, but the girls said you wouldn’t mind if I slipped in to see you naked. I just wanted to confuse you long enough to give me an eyeful. You don’t seem to mind at all, if that log is any indication.” “You look like my wife, what do you expe?” “I... Hey, aren’t you the brooding, angsty kind of guy? Shouldn’t you be torn up about Gabi?” “Nope. My bonded says there’s nothing to worry about. If I can’t trust them, then who?” “Good point. You know I really want a go at that broomstick of yours, right?” “I do, and you might just get it, but not as Gabrielle. e girls don’t seem to be bothered by it, so why should I be?” “is leads me to something else.” Disa injeed. “Neville wants to join the force, as it were. We were talking about this war of yours, and he had many points on the political side that made a lot of sense. He’s also a dream in the garden. He knows more about plants than I do, and some of the treatment we’ve given Gabrielle has been due to what he has taught me in just a day. He’s considering asking you to become his liege Lord. I thought, if we got him on board, his knowledge of the pureblood habits and stuff could just prove invaluable. He’s also a great guy, who needs a bit of a ine. If we could give him a bit of confidence, or some kind of power boost, he’d be brilliant.” Harry smiled to himself. e girls had studied well, but they didn’t seem to remember that he learnt everything they learned. He continued the little play. “It’s a great idea. How should we do it, and how could we give him a power boost?” “Well, we could give him some power over plants, letting him sense them like a Huldr. Or we could help him to the power of controlling small animals, like pests. Maybe both.” “How could we do that and help his confidence?” “Master, He’s a great guy. I’d like to have sex with him if I may. I don’t need to feed, but a Huldr can give gis to her lovers. If I teach him to be good in bed, it would help his self-confidence, by proving to him that he’s a man, not a boy.” Harry thought fast. en he found a solution. “Here’s what we’ll do. I will offer him to become my liege, but to be bound to my house, he has to have sex with you, surrendering a little, just a little of his lifeforce, and get power in exchange. at’s where you go in and boost his self esteem. Just don’t blow it.” “I wouldn’t do that, Master. You know I prefer sucking it.”
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She paled. Yes, she owed Neville. Not a life-debt, but close. She needed to serve her master, and if he wanted to cum inside her, and she couldn’t stand it, she would learn what Hell was about. e confli would tear her apart. She adored the fa that her husband had said that he owed Neville for the same thing. It probably meant that he liked to cum in her body. Gabrielle tried hard to stop that train of thought. Yes, she was submissive, and to let herself be taken like that had been great, but while it was who she was, it wasn’t all she was. Trying to get her non-submissive braincells to line up and make a roll-call, she sat up and smiled. You couldn’t go wrong with a Veela smile. “Maybe we should ask Neville about it, then. From what I learned about him when we danced, he’s a smart one.” “Disa would like to have sex with him. Would the Bond allow it?” “Master, I mean Husband, we have different Bonds. Today, I’m Bonded to you so hard, it’s not even funny. We have a Sorcerer’s Bond, a Veela Bond and something new that makes it hard to concentrate right now. I feel I should somehow grow a penis and fuck Tonks right now, just because the image flickered across your mind. I’m so submissive, I can barely breathe without an order. “Jorunn and Disa have the Sorcerer’s Bond, which is a mental link, an emotional enhancer and a guarantee for their sustenance. Huldr can also be taken, like their mother’s were, and you haven’t done that. at would guarantee their fidelity and such, like my Bond does, but Huldr shouldn’t love, and they do. erefore I think they have been claimed in some other way as well. “Stina have the Sorcerer’s Bond, but I don’t know enough of her life form at all. I’m completely faithful. I can’t even think of any other man. e loophole is that you can order me to do it, but it will be an a. I won’t be able to enjoy it at all. Women are different. ey are not a threat to the Bond, and I’m sure I would love to put my tongue as far inside Tonks as it can go.” Gabrielle smiled naughtily as the woman who was wearing her body squirmed, and Gabrielle could see the wetness running down her thighs. “Gabi, that was mean.” Jorunn laughed. “You will have to make it up to her.” “I intend to. As for Disa and Neville, I think that if she can aively consider it, she could do it. He won’t be Bonded of course, but he would be honour-bound, and that’s something I can barely understand. What would be the purpose of that, Disa?” “e main idea is to tie him closer to our little family. Huldr can give gis to the men they feed from, and I think that Neville would appreciate some of the plant-related things I can do for him. I think he would be an excellent guide into Wizarding society, if he gains some self-confidence. Teaching him to be a good lover should do that. Sometimes the simple things work.” “I wouldn’t mind learning some tricks myself,” Harry said. “I just have to touch you lovelies, and you fall to pieces. Without that insane magic I have, I don’t think I’m very good.” “Ehm, I have an idea about that,” Stina said hesitantly. “I just had a lot of people in the Loch, so I could get to their memories of the wedding. I messed up a bit, and I got a bit more memories than I thought I would. I have loads of wedding nigh ts and
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similar situations swimming in the Loch right now. If I go down there for a few hours, I should be able to condense the memories to instruions on lovemaking, complete with movements.” “Stina, my beloved intended and captivating mistress of delight, are you telling me you can make some kind of skill pill?” She grinned impudently at her Master, before straightening her face, deadpanning. “Yes. It’s a seven-inch suppository. “ Seriously, making a memory matrix isn’t that hard. Making it stick is harder. If Disa and Neville could have sex in the water, I could probably use that to implant the memories in his head while he used them. “ Master, I think Disa should go and get Lord Longbo ttom here. You hate to be manipulated, and once you’d realise what we’re doing to your friend, you would definitely feel horrible.” Harry could have smacked himself senseless. He hadn’t even thought about it. ese days of course, he was manipulated all the time, but it was by his girls and the purpose was always sex. Right now, for instance, he could sense Gabrielle working in the divided part of his mind, communicating with the others. He didn’t pry, but he sensed it had something to do with Tonks. As he watched, Jorunn was leaning back, rubbing her head against Tonks’ stomach. He could see Jorunn’s four nipples stiffen, and Tonks groaned. Opening his Sorcerer’s eyes, he saw a reddish cloud engulfing the Auror, and he assumed that it was the Huldr version of the Allure. He smiled as the Metamorphmagus lost control of her shape. She grew a eacular set of boobs, then shrank down to a Naughty Schoolgirl kind of body, and she was altering her body so fast that she aually seemed to stumble on nothing as she fell right on the floor. She couldn’t get up. Gabrielle got to her feet, and walked over to the termin ally horny woman writhing on the floor. “Nymphadora, we are very grateful to you. anks to your quick thinking, I can have Harry’s cock inside me pretty much whenever I want.” She had stressed the word ’inside’, making the panting woman shiver. Jorunn had le her chair, and was pinning the Auror’s hands to the floor, thereby keeping her from touching herself.” “If it hadn’t been for you, Nymphadora, Disa would never have gotten her lovely source of semen.” e word ’semen’ made for an interesting moaning. wouldn’t her needed orgasms. up with“Jorunn a stiff cock in her have ass. She sucks hisearthshaking cock in her sleep . DidShe youwould knownever that? wake She can swallow in her sleep, too. Doesn’t that sound nice? Stina would still be a virgin like the rest of us, but for her it was even worse. She would never, ever have found a man who could match her if you hadn’t been so quick. Now, Harry’s enormous member is hers for the asking.”
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e fragrant puddle of juice was clearly visible. Tonks was writhing and shaking, and Harry could see that she was assaulted by both kinds of Allure, but the slightly cold feeling he got from Gabrielle told him that she was keeping the Auror from orgasming. “Now, Nymphadora, I’m sure Stina wouldn’t mind sucking your nipples for a while. Disa is also great at teasing tits, as one can understand. By the way, Disa, Why don’t you tell her how Harry is when he’s annoyed?” Gabrielle took the time that Disa was talking to have a mental conversation with Harry. As he agreed to her ideas with an amused smile , he sat back, enjoying the view thoroughly. “Of course, Love. You see, Nymphadora, I had annoyed Harry a bit, and when I met him in a hall, he was feeling stressed. He grabbed me and pushed me into a corner. en he removed my clothes and just pushed his great, powerful, glorious cock into my tight little pussy. He pounded me relentlessly, and must have given me ten orgasms, before he filled me with his cum. en he le, and as his mighty cock had been all that kept me upright, I collapsed. I sat there for a long time, recuperating, and with his thick creamy cum leaking out of me. Wouldn’t you have liked to have been there, just to lick his cum out of me?” Tonks was lost. She had reverted to her “home form”, a Barbie doll with impossibly long legs and slim waist. Her boobs were large, and her face could only be called Elvish. She was sobbing, trying to rub her thighs together, anything to make herself cum. “Now, Nymphadora, you can choose how we should thank you. I have tabs on Harry’s finances, and I think he could part with a million galleons without a problem. He can also give you half a million and a kiss. at’s not a bad deal. He could also put his penis inside an orifice of your choice and give you a hundred thousand. Or you could skip the money and have him fuck you silly. Of course, if you an oath to promote and prote our family and obey Harry in all ways, the rest of usgave would join in.” She added the last part jokingly, without really thinking about how far she had driven the panting and moaning woman on the floor, so she was very shocked when the silvery light of her unoken oath flew from Tonks to the others in the room. at wasn’t really supposed to happen. Now she had given an Oath, and no one knew the wording. Harry then decided that enough was enough, and levitated Tonks and Jorunn onto the bed. As soon as the metamorphs hands came free, she pulled Jorunn down along her body, ending in a sixtynine. As soon as the smiling Huldr put her tongue on the enlarged clitoris in front of her, she was rewarded by a piercing scream, and was sent through the air by the wildly bucking girl on the bed. Stina and Disa took the opportunity, and latched on to Tonks’ tits, sucking and licking. As Gabrielle knelt and took Harry in her mouth, Jorunn crawled back onto the bed and growled as she grabbed Tonks’ waist and flipped her over, so Tonks was on top. Harry
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pulled free of Gabrielle, and moved in behind Tonks. e overexcited Auror froze, as Harry pressed his cock into her pussy, slowly, while Jorunn worked her clit. Harry saw Jorunn’s eyes widen, and understood that Tonks had pushed a finger into Jorunn’s arse. Gabrielle understood as well, and started to work Tonks’ arse as well, making her squirm and cum again. Jorunn got a face full of fluid, and Gabrielle worked a second finger into Tonks’ widening little hole. Once she felt fairly relaxed, Gabrielle used the backdoor charm and motioned for Harry to switch. As he got his first inch into Tonks, she started orgasming. Harry decided to help her along, and started to release small flashes of his blue power into the tight little arse as he gently fucked it. en he felt her morph. She grew a bit shorter and curvier, and with a full head of frizzy brown hair. She rolled over and, wearing Hermione’s face, urged him on, going faster and harder. Hearing Hermione’s voice begging him to fuck her arse to pieces made something in Harry’s mind go out of control. He didn’t hold back, and Tonks aually glowed blue as he fucked and arked her. He did make a mis-stroke, landing him deep down Jorunn’s throat which gave Tonks time to change. He pulled out of the Huldr’s mouth, and shoved his cock deep into Parvati’s chocolatebrown arse, and heard the Indian girl’s voice warble uncontrolled as she came like a freight train. Disa came crawling, and he gave Tonks some time to recuperate by finally fucking those great boobs. To his surprise, the Huldr aually came. When he turned his attention back to Tonks, he was surprised when she pounced him. She forced him down on his back and straddled him, taking him deep inside Susan Bones’ pussy. Harry noticed the difference from Parvati. Parvati had had flawless skin, the same tone all over, and not a scar or mole anywhere. e corn silk blonde and busty Susan was lightly freckled, and had a barely visible scar partially hidden by her pubic hair. He concluded that the Parvati-body had been a guess, while Tonks aually had seen Susan. Closely. Two of Susan’s best features were right under her chin, and while he gently arked her, he moved up to the greatest cleavage in school and slid his big member in between those piure-perfe boobs. He noticed that the boobs grew bigger and firmer as he went, and Tonks was eagerly licking the head when it came close. With Susan’s voice, she begged him to cum in her mouth.
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Gabrielle moved gracefully up the bed, and backed down over Tonks’ head. As the metamorph lengthened her tongue to reach the fragrant snatch over her face, Harry rose a bit, and enlarged his cock just a little. He kept a mild blue glow on Tonks as he pushed his engorged member into the tiny Veela, and the sight made Tonks come again. Gabrielle had her eyes closed and her head bent back with a lovely smile as he slowly fucked her. He looked around, and saw Jorunn keeping busy between the Auror’s legs, while Disa and Stina entertained her and each other. He sent them each a ark as he felt himself draw near. He charged an intense ark deep into Gabrielle, making her fall forward in pleasant convulsions as he emptied himself in Tonks’ eager mouth. She couldn’t keep up, though, and her face was soon covered, as was her boobs. As he dried out, he fell on his side, and Jorunn latched on immediately to his cock, sucking the last drops out, and cleaning him off. Disa was slowly and sensually licking the semen off Tonks’ face and boobs. e Auror was still shaking with the power of her last orgasm, and made content little noises as the coarse tongue of the Huldr caressed her face. Aer a few minutes of silence and gentle caresses, as well as some mischievous tailtickling, Tonks oke in a shaky voice. “Hot damn. at would be one hell of an interrogation method. I just swore myself to you and your house, Harry. I’m oathbound to follow your smallest whim. You know what? It was worth it.” “I’m sorry anyway, “ Gabrielle said. “I should have known better than to say such a thing. I should have known how far you’d gone.” “Don’t worry about it, Squirt. I was getting bored by my old life anyway. One thing I’ve learned lately is that Harry can do anything, except being dull. So, Harry, should I call you Master now, too?” “Yes!” said all the girls in chorus. Harry laughed. He laughed so hard that tears ran down his face. He couldn’t breathe or eak, but he kept laughing anyway. Finally, Stina ended his attack by the simpl e expedient of jumping at him and kissing him senseless. “Master, what on earth was so funny?” “I have no clue as to what the hell I’m doing, and To..Nymphie here just signed on as a follower or something. We were talking about recruiting Neville earlier. For what? Where’s the war? I have no plan, no goal, nothing, except loads to lose. I can either laugh or cry about it, so I laugh. It’s more fun.” A voice from the door oke up, startling the crowd in the bed. “You don’t have to recruit me, Harry, Ladies. I’m in already. e cause is simple, Old bean. You want to live comfortably, without being attacked by Death Eaters, the Ministry, anybody. “ You can’t do that as it is today. ese lovely ladies are cattle, by political decisions. You are supposed to agree with the minister , because you’re famous.
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“ e governmental guidelines depend on whether it’s fashionable to agree with a schoolteacher or not. e Headmaster has too much power , and he doesn’t use it for anything good. As long as these things are wrong, you, the Gryffindor’s Gryffindor, will not be able to relax. “ My brave and worthy quest, mate, is to make sure that you don’t have to leave bed in the morning unless you want to.” Neville was standing in the doorway with his back turned. His blush reached his neck, but his back was straight, and his determination obvious. Disa caught Harry’s eye, and he nodded. She got up quietly, and Harry aimed a silent blast of Sorcery at her, cleaning her and freshening her up so that her hair shone, and she looked so fresh and healthy that it was almost ridiculous. She walked up behind Neville, and put her arms around him. “Neville, my friend, you wonderful, wonderful man. We’re so glad to have you, and we have things to talk about, you and I and Stina. Just wait a second, I think I’d better get some clothes on, and then we’ll meet in your suite. How does that sound?” “It works for me. Harry, Professor McGonagall and Remus would like to eak with you, once you recuperate. at’s Remus’ words, not mine.” “en I better go find them. I guess the new day is here.” It was, and it was a good day. *
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ey had talked, the three of them, and when she asked about who taught him how to kiss like that, he had blushed in the most adorable way. He told her and her aunt that he had sworn fealty to the Lord of Kilchurn, and she had almost seen her aunt’s ears widen. Apparently, he had been taught how to treat a lady, up to and beyond kissing, by a staggeringly beautiful girl at Kilchurn Castle, as a way to boost his self-confidence. He had looked straight at her when he continued by saying that as soon as he had gotten home, he had Floo’d her, because the Lord of Kilchurn had taught him never to go for second best. What girl wouldn’t melt by that? She didn’t have the time to turn even slightly green, at the mention of the other girl. When prompted, he had reluantly admitted that the training was very extensive, and that he had literally gone from a beautiful woman’s bed to call her. She wasn’t quite sure, though, about his continuing friendship with the girl, but he had said that she would understand when they met. She had been a lot more amused at her aunt’s attempt at interrogating the young man. She had learned that the Lord of Kilchurn was powerful, and most likely a sorcerer, that he knew them all at least vaguely, and that the Lord was married. ere were a few indications that the given name might not be the Lord’s most commonly used. e next day, he had immediately asked her what her aunt had told her to find out about Lord Kilchurn, and she had wordle ssly given him the list. He had written down some horribly vague answers, signed it, and taken her on a lovely date in Muggle London. A few days later, he had asked if she wanted to join him on a weekend trip to Sweden. Apparently a friend of his would attend a bicycle race, and they would see him off, wait in the little town and meet some friends of his, and welcome him back. e race was stupidly long, and she had been told that many would take at least twenty hours to make it. Her boyfriend’s friend was expeed to do it in less than ten. *
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also consisted of four predator auras. One of them was Veela, who were quite far from their predatorial ancestry, but there was also two that only could be Huldr, and one she couldn’t recognise at all, except for the predator signs. She tugged at her boyfriend’s hand, trying to slow him down. He turned and smiled at her. “Honey?” “ere’s something dangerous that way.” “Really? How can you tell?” He looked ahead, but the creatures couldn’t be seen yet, only their auras. She dodged the question since she could. “ere’s a group of magical creatures over that way, and at least some of them are very dangerous, worse than Vampires.” “I’m guessing you somehow sense a Veela, two Huldr, a Giant and a Lake Warden? Possibly in the company of a fairly powerful witch?” She looked again, and saw the aura of, as he said, a fairly powerful witch. She was dumbfounded. “I assume I was right?” he asked. She could only nod. “Come on then. Let’s go meet my friends.” Friends? Huldr sucked the souls of men, killing them in the most horrible way, for crying out loud! Veela made men kill themselves to show their bravery, and Giants were Giants. “Neville!” She could only watch as a gorgeous blonde Huldr with a gravity-defying set of boobs launched herself at her boyfriend. He just smiled, and caught the smiling predator. She couldn’t believe her eyes when the Huldr, according to her books the Apex-predator of the Scandinavian forest, kissed her boyfriend’s cheek and let him go, to be greeted by the others. “Susan, I would like you to meet some good friends of mine. is is Disa Krake and her father Leif. Yes, she’s a Huldr and he’s a Giant, but I trust all of them with my life. Besides, Leif and I are Brothe rs in Arms. is is Jorunn, also Huldr and Stin a, who’s a Lake Warden. is is Gabrielle, Lady Kilchurn, at who’s wedding I had the privilege to serve in a small fashion. is stunning lady is Sigyn, Vala of Seidheim, who also officiated at said wedding. Folks, meet Susan Bones, the girl of my dreams.” Susan was shaken. She was also shaking. She was in the presence of several killers, and Neville, her Neville knew and liked them. e human woman approached her, and Susan fought the urge to curtsy. e Vala was beautiful and regal. If she had been introduced as a queen, Susan would not have thought twice about it. e older woman put a hand on her shoulder. “To begin with, Miss Bones, most of your books are wrong, but I understand your reaion. Your books says that Huldr has to kill every week to survive, right?” Susan nodded, and the Huldr girls looked at each other with shock clearly written on their faces. “As you can guess, that’s just not true. ese girls have never killed anyone, but I admit there has been a few close calls. When a Huldr is starving, they can lose control and draw
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too much. ese girls are well fed, and they are comp letely safe to be around . Stina is a predator, but she hunts aquatic life in her own lake. Lady Kilchurn has no interest in hunting any man but her own, and Neville has proven his resistance.” “Wife, you forget me again. Susan, I’m Leif, smallest Giant in town today. I not danger to you. As Neville is Sword-brother, I defend you from anything. I still mangle eech, but not other things. I Muellheim Giant. Smarter than other, and smaller too. I big like your Hagrid normal. Besides, we all sworn in differ ways to Lord Kilchurn, and he like you.” She noticed that the mostly unknown girl, Stina had held her hand at Neville’s cheek for a while, while making eye conta with the other girls. Stina turned to her. “When Neville allows, I can read his mind through touch, and I have a mental link with the others. I believe you can understand that our Master, Neville’s Liege Lord, has a few secrets, and we needed to know how much he’s told you.” “I must say that I would never have expeed Neville Longbottom to keep such remarkable friends,”She said, trying to regain her composure.”It’s a pleasure meeting you all, and I’m sorry about my first reaion.” e busty blonde Huldr smiled at her. “You have a more remarkable friend in Neville, Susan. He walked into a room full of naked Huldr and Veela, with the Allure on full blast, and just turned his back, and oke to our Master. He didn’t stop and stare even for a second. I didn’t think there was a male in the world who could do that. He’s amazing.” “You’re the one who taught him to kiss, am I right?” “Yes, I am. He was a very gied student, but I admit I was surprised when he walked away from me, saying he had to Floo someone. Men are not supposed to be able to do that, but now I see why.” Susan blushed at the backwards praise. is incredibly beautiful girl had been the one that Neville had le to call her. She wasn’t clear on the circumstances, though. If she had fed on him, he wouldn’t have been unhurt, would he? Susan decided to have a little chat with this Disa when time allowed. Maybe even ask for some advice. As the group started to move, Neville held her hand in his, but as he oke with Gabrielle, Susan was free to talk to Disa, who was still at her side. “So, what’s it like at Kilchurn, then?” “You mean, how does the family work?” ey were turning by a petrol station into a road packed with people and bicycles, and started to criss-cross through the crowds. She had to let go of Neville’s hand, but kept her eyes on him as much as possible. She thought about the Huldr’s counter-question. “Uh, I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to the idea that you are intelligent. at is, in fa, what I meant.” e gorgeous blonde smiled at her, forcefully removing a passing hand on her arse. “Okay, here’s the basics. First, there’s the Master. From the start, he had four Bonded girls, but He and Gabrielle got married the other week. Mostly, the marriage is a paper tiger, because from a human standpoint, she’s still under age. Nothing has changed in the dynamics between us girls. Well, we defer to her for fun, but we don’t have to. To complete
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the family side, Sigyn is my stepmother and Leif is my father. My real mum is a feral Huldr, who’s returned to the forest. Sigyn is Jorunn’s unofficial stepmum as well. Ditto for her real mum, by the way. Her dad, Surt, is getting ready to race now, with our Master.” She paused to remove another groper, this time from her supersized bust, and Susan heard a distin cracking sound from the offending hand. “Back to the Kilchurn crew, then. We love our Master. Fiercely. We would never, ever betray him in any way. At the same time, though, none of us are human, and we don’t see things like you do. at’s the basics. Do you have any ecific questions?” Susan had quite a few, but most of them drowned in the realisation that she and the Huldr wasn’t that different. As Susan had been groped a few times in the dense crowds, she mostly wanted to learn how to crack a man’s hand like that. ere was one question, though. “Gods, how do I put this? Straight up, then. Did you sleep with Neville?” “Yes, Stina and I did, but I was the aive one. Why? “How does that work if you’re so devoted to your Master?” “Simply. Jorunn and I are sexual beings. We’re Bonded to our Master, but the bond is a mental conneion, and it has very little to do with sex. It ensures our loyalty and our obedience, not fidelity. To us, Love is a big deal, but sex is a hobby, sustenance, and lots of other thing, but it’s not as sacred to us as it tends to be to you humans. If I ask my Master if I can have sex with someone else, chances are he’ll say yes. Between us girls in the Bond, we don’t even have to ask.” Several heads turned aer the two girls. Two blonde bombshells, walking through a crowd, mentioning the word ’sex’ was bound to get attention, aer all. “But why Neville? Of all the men in the world, why my Neville?” Disa smiled at her. It was a friendly smile, warm and open, and Susan found it hard to remember that this girl was supposedly one of the most dangerous magical creatures around. “Because he’s Neville. At the wedding, he taught me things about herbology I didn’t know, and Huldr are supposed to be experts by birth! He proved himself to be very intelligent, brave, shrewd and loyal. He’s a Pureblood, and raised as one, and he has social skills my Master doesn’t have. We thought that if he gained some self-confidence, he would be a perfe liaison and ambassador in the days to come. Maybe even Minister. We wanted to tie him closer to the Kilchurn House, and give him a confidence boost. I also wanted to thank him for his tutelage, by giving him the Huldr Gis.” Disa casually reached around Susan, taking another hand off her thigh and breaking it “Now that, I’ve read about. I guess a sexual being has it easy when it comes to figure out ’thank you’ gis for guys.” Susan laughed. “One size fits all, but only recen tly. ese days, we never go hungry. If were the slightest bit peckish, we start draining the poor guy. Our Master has enough for both me and Jorunn, and Jorunn, as a foxtail, needs much more energy than I do.” “So you trained Neville up?”
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“Yup. Stina was there, too, but we were in a pool, and she merged with the water. She has some mental gis, and she was able to send memories and skills to him, and he could try it out on me, making the borrowed memories his own. Stina said he was naturally talented, though. You won’t be sorry once you show him that scar of yours.” “And how the hell do you know about that, pray?” “Hey there, we’re the ones who should be calling people prey. A metamorph called Tonks has been hanging out with us, and she lost control of her form once. She cycled through a lot of them, but I remember yours. And no, Neville wasn’t there at the time.” Susan blushed furiously, knowing quite well why her one-time bodyguard knew her body so well. She also remembered under which circumstances Tonks would lose her control. ey were coming in to a great open area, filled with bikers and market stands. “So, Neville is part of the extended family?” “Yes, definitely. My Master treats him like a brother. Neville, Dad, Surt and one other stood with my Master at the wedding. at’s for family.” ey pushed on through the crowd, until they reached an area that was basically empty of bikes, as they had walked past the entry gates for the start corrals. “A brother, not a son? Hold on here, who is your Master, really?” “You’ll meet him aer the race, I guess. We’re almost at the start now . Surt has a red bike and a bright orange shirt with flames and an anvil on it. My beloved Master has a green scaly-looking bike and an emerald-green shirt with a red lightning bolt on, and both of them have eleric blue helmets. ey should be on the far side.” Susan stared at the sea of people, dresse d in screaming colours. e easiest, she surmised, would be to look for the helmets, since there weren’t too many blue ones. She otted two blue helmets, and understood why the colour was called eleric. ey were worn by two men who looked like brothers, short and stocky, and with bulging arms. Even at the distance, she could see the family resemblance to Jorunn in the man with the fiery shirt. e man with the green shirt had his back turned, but she could see a ponytail of black hair coming out from under his helmet. One really good things with these biking clothes, she mused, was he huge amount of legs they exposed. e starting area was very crowded, but organised. e four gates sluiced the starting groups, 80 at a time, into the starting corral. Every two minutes a signal would sound, and a big motorcycle would guide a group out of the city. She was told that there had been starts every other minute since 9 pm, and that they would continue until three in the morning, 80 bikers every second minute. Someone with a muggle Sonorus device was walking around the corral, asking random bikers the same questions over and over. She was brought out of her reveries by a strong little hand pulling her to the other side. “Come on, Susan. We can see them better from this side. ey’ll pass right by here.” Disa was almost jumping with excitement. True enough, her Master and that Surt guy had just moved into the starting corral, and they were right on the other side of the field, out of sight.
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Susan was hit by a wave of sadness, suddenly. e announcer was talking to some biker again, and the unseen biker’s voice sounded just like Harry Potter, if Harry had oken Swedish, of course. A strong suicion struck her, and as she turned to look at Neville, she caught him watching her with an unreadable face. e starting signal sounded, and a big motorcycle with a side-car, and little lights all over it, rolled past her, and was followed by the group of bikers. Her eyes flew over the group, looking for the blue helmet, but she didn’t see it. What she did see, was a shirt in a very familiar emerald green, and a red lightning bolt with a very familiar shape to it. Right above it, though, was a pair of equally familiar, intensive green eyes. He saw her, too. A smile, a wink, and he had rolled past them and was gone. She was stunned, to say the least. Lord Kilchurn, Caradoc Pritchard and the deceased Harry Potter, Master to four girls, and married to one of them, even. Sorcerer, Liege Lord and things like that randomly her head. ey had never close,with but she had counted himtumbled as a friend anyway.through Her aunt had apparently had somebeen dealings him, and had told Susan that if she went aer him, she would do it with her aunt’s blessing. She was overwhelmed, and short of breath. e edges of her vision were getting darker, as two pairs of strong hands grabbed her and held her steady. Strength seemed to flow into her from those hands, and aer a few seconds she could turn and thank the two Huldr who had helped her. Disa just gave her that open, friendly smile while Jorunn gave her a little nod. Now, Jorunn looked the part of the dangerous creature that Susan had read about. Hauntingly beautiful, glowing amber eyes and the high cheekbones that gave her a feral sort of appearance. e small smile on the Huldr’s face told Susan that Jorunn knew what she was thinking. “I know,” She said. “Us Foxtails are the most dangerous of the Huldr, but you’re a friend of the House. Besides, you’re Neville’s girlfriend. You have never been safer.” “Your Master. He’s Harry?” “Yes. He will be returning to school with you, and we though t that he might need a female friend there, too, who knows about him and who doesn’t just want to ride his broomstick.” “What about Granger and Weasley? Or that Ravenclaw girl, Lovegood?” “Luna wants him to fuck her ass, Hermione wants to swallow and Ginny wants all of the above and then some. He needs more friends, not more fuck-toys. e four of us should be enough,” She said with a wicked kind of grin. “Did you just refer to yourself as a toy?” Susan asked incredulously. “Hey,” Disa interrupted. “A girl can dream, right?” ey all broke up laughing at that, and Neville, Leif and Sigyn came over to them to see what the fuss was about.
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Minerva was watching her tracking parchment. Albus was pacing in his office again. She wondered what he was thinking about. Probably Mr Potter ... Harry. Words could not describe how proud the Professor had been to be invited to the wedding. And what a wedding it had been. She had to admit, Jacques was a brilliant Master of Ceremonies, and there was no wonder he did it for a living. She had also been quite taken in by the regal Vala, and they had had a very pleasant talk aer the reception. Sigyn was very insightful, and Minerva had gotten a rare insight into Harry’s mind and motivations. She did feel a pang of guilt over her aions towards the young man last year, but as the Vala had promised her, she would have a chance to compensate him for her past transgressions. She had to remember to treat him like the student she had known previously in public, while subtly reminding him that she knew who he is, and that he could rely on her if he needed her support. *
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They thanked him much for that. “...and if it hadn’t been for my daughter’s healing power, I still wouldn’t be able to sit.” Susan laughed again. She was having a great time, sittin g in a caravan in a small Swedish town. ey had all had a few drinks, and told each other stor ies about Harry and his various deeds. Neville had proven himself quite the raconteur, and had had them all gaing for breath a few times with his wildly embellished Tales from the Dorm. e one where Ron had fallen asleep with a slip of Harry’s invisibility cloak in his lap aer an argument with Hermione, and woken up convinced that she had castrated him in his sleep would stay with Susan for a long time. Sigyn’s story about her underestimation of Harry’s size should have been horrible, but the alcohol and her way of telling it made it hilarious. Neville was sitting beside her, absently stroking her thigh, and her knickers were soaking wet. ere was a lull in the conversation, and Susan saw the Vala giving her daughters a stern look. Jorunn turned to Susan apologetically. “Sorry about that, Susan. We forgot. You’re the only one here who gets affeed by our allure, and we forgot to hold it in.” at’s why she was so hot and bothered! Huldr Allure! “It’s all right. It’s not like you’re aer me or something, is it?” Neville grinned and raised his hand. “I am,” he called. “but the only allure I can come up with is in my wine cellar back home.” ey laughed again, sheup felt herself calming down. en she thoughtskirt, that she didn’t really want to, so sheand stood and reached in under her modest knee-long and pulled her knickers off and put them in her bag. ey were really too wet to be comfortable. Once she had tucked her underwear away, she leaned over and gave Neville the hottest kiss she could. As he reonded, she thought that losing the knickers was a good idea, but she might just stain her skirt. 177
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e others applauded her effort, and she thought Leif looked a little flushed, but it was nothing compared to Neville. Her boyfriend was very red, but he didn’t look embarrassed at all and given the open atmohere in the group, she could understand that. He smiled at her. “Susan, are you trying to kill me? e Huldr Allure may not affe me any more, and I know I’m immune to Veela charms, but you have complete power over me. I’m helpless here. Do you want me to propose to you right now or something?” Her brain shut down. She had fooled around at school, sure. Double D’s could give a girl loads of attention, but this was a group that played for keeps. Sure, they were joking and all, but the guiding star seemed to be Harry, and he was obviously not afraid of commitment. ese people didn’t hold back with feelings, and there was no doubt that he was serious. Neville didn’t want to fool around. Somehow she knew that if she offered him a one night stand or something like that, he would turn her down, simply because he didn’t play that game. He wanted to marry her. She didn’t know how, but she knew it. He wouldn’t take her to bed without commitment. Her brain woke up again, and she thought fast. “No, love. It’s a little early for that, I think, but when you do I fully intend to say yes.” Neville shone. at was the only thing to call it, as he reached for her hand and kissed her palm. He reached inside his pocket, and brought out a seed. He frowned for a second, and the seed began to grow. It iralled upwards, and grew into a perfe red rose, which he gave her. “Wait little, Neville.” rumbled the shrunken Giant. He reached for a box under his chair, and brought out a lump of rock. e caravan lilted suddenly, as he regained his srcinal size, and he closed his large fist around the rock. His hand began to smoke, and when he opened it, there was a thin silver ring amon g the dust and grit. He blew on it until it cooled, and gave it to Neville, who put it gently on Susan’s finger. Sigyn watched them with a smile. “Susan” she said. “It’s an old custom, the Silver Alliance. It’s not very common any more, and I don’t know whether you ever had it in Britain. Do you know of it?” Susan shook her head, unable to eak. Sigyn continued. “He is not promising to marry you at this point, but he is promising that he will ask you at the right time if he can. You could be considered to be engaged to be betrothed. As Neville is a Lord, and has sworn allegiance, he has to ask his liege-lord for permission and such things, but the Silver Alliance should not be frowned upon. It’s a matter of the heart, without consideration to politics or finance or anything like that. If you become pregnant now, he’s obliged to care for you and the child without help from his family or Liege-Lord. All you have to do is to accept the alliance. It’s a pretty ring, and you can of course find your own meaning to it.” “Neville, did you intend this as a Silver Alliance?” Susan asked. “Now I do. I just didn’t know about it before.” “en yes, Lord Longbottom. I accept this alliance.” She jumped into his lap and kissed him with all her might. She was vaguely aware that Sigyn whiered something
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to Leif that made the giant blush before he pulled out a vial from a pocket, drank and shrank. Disa cleared her throat. “Eh, Neville? Gabrielle told Harry about this, and you most certainly have your LiegeLords permission.” “Good to know. Where is he?” Neville smiled and looked at the map on the table. Gabrielle, as Guinevere, was following her husband, keeping an occasional eye on Surt as well. ey were not keeping company. Aer the first depot, 43 km down the road, Harry had gone ahead faster, while Surt was pacing himself, and there was now almost 10 km between them. “He’s past Gränna, and coming up on the Kaxholmen slope.” “I wish we could see him there.” Sigyn said. “at’s supposed to be a killer.” “Too bad Stina is in the lake. She could figure out his avera ge eed in a second.” Jorunn said. “What am I then, chopped carrots?” Disa laughed, and brandished her pocket calculator.”Right now, if he’s got five kilometres to the slope, he’s at an average of thirty-five kph.” “at bloody fast. See how slope goes.” Leif said with a wide grin. He was, aer all the one who discovered that Harry didn’t get tired. Susan barely listened. She was sitting in Neville’s lap looking at her ring. ere was a tremendous amount of details to study, and there was also the fa that it had a magical aura. It was smooth on the inside, but had a rough outer edge without any sharp points, but clearly reminding her of the raw rock that the giant had used for it. She made a decision. “Jorunn, Disa? Shall we go for a little walk? I need some advice.” As the girls le, Neville was grinning ear to ear, and Leif was patting him congratulatory on his shoulder. *
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Tonks using Susan’s very lovely shape, but he sent his absolute approval through their link. Neville and Susan. at was a nice thought, and according to Disa, Susan wouldn’t be disappointed. He hooked up with a gang of about thirty bikers doing abou t 40 kph, and found the effortless joy of biking in a group. His new senses helped him to keep track of the other bikes around him, and when it was his time to pull, he kept at it longer than the others, gaining him an appreciating glance from the guy who finally took over. ere was talking in the group, but Harry didn’t want to divert his attention enough to try to understand. He was just enjoying himself, and was humming a tune as the miles disappeared under the tyres. He was a bit disappointed when he came to the incline. It didn’t look so bad, did it? Aer a while, though, he saw that what he had thought was the top of the hill, merely was a bend in the road, and the hill continued twice as long as he had thought. He smiled to himself as he geared up a notch and accelerated. No bloody hill should beat him! *
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She was taught what to say and how to sound and, most importantly, that dignity had no place in the bedroom. Begging for something in bed did not really compromise anything out of it. On the contrary, by telling him what she wanted, it would guarantee repeat performances and would make it all better. at had led to an even more interesting thing. She had to learn what she wanted, and what she liked, but she already had a pretty good idea. e two Huldr had looked at each other and smiled, before interrogating her on her little affair with Tonks. e metamorph had been assigned as her bodyguard once , as Susan’s aunt had received a credible threat, and Tonks had caught her masturbating and offered to help. Susan wouldn’t call herself bisexual exaly, but a woman’s touch was a great thing, sometimes. She didn’t intend to lose her virginity just yet, but as she wasn’t adverse to penetration, she was introduced to the so called butt plug. She had laughed it off at first, but the girls had her convinced to try it, and to her amazement, it felt really good. She was sitting on it now, trying not to squirm, but it was hard not to and she was grateful that she had already removed her knickers. Neville would not be disappointed, she was making sure of that. It wasn’t all fun and games, though. For beings supposedly without love, the Huldr girls cared very deeply for her boyfriend, and she quickly got the idea that if she hurt him unnecessarily, they would take offence, fang and claw. Primarily, though, they had a little warning for her. Neville had been traumatized, everybody who cared knew that. What mattered was that Bellatrix was the first woman Neville had seen naked, and when he had begun fantasizing about girls, hers was the body he saw. His primal desires was bound to a woman he hated, and as Disa could testify, Neville could get a bit rough. e important thing for Susan to remember was to sound. Talk to him, sing or cry or anything, just to remind him who she was. Otherwise, under certain circumstances, he might just get a bit confused. Even Sigyn had seen a cathartic violent sexual event in Neville’s future, and it just might be best for Susan that it wasn’t with her. Susan boiled over at the though t, and scorched a few square yard s of grass. If that woman had hurt her Neville, she would die. Horribly so, and as Susan went over all the possible reasons for Bellatrix to be so ingrained in a little boy’s mind, she decided to help torture the bitch herself. As Susan was working herself into a right state, the two bonded girls looked at each other. As one, they focused their Allure on her, as hard as they could, while physically grabbing her and turning her over. It only took a couple of quick rubs over her sopping slit, and a few knocks on the plug to make her orgasm into unconsciousness. Once she had stopped bucking, Jorunn lied her gently, while Disa cleaned up aer them, regrowing the burnt grass and having Dobby pop the toy box back to the castle. ey smiled as they carried the ent girl back to the caravan. *
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Luna had finished her letter. She wasn’t sure why she had written it, but it had felt good. She wondered for a second if that letter meant that she was evil. She was horny and more than a little frustrated, so she had decided to feel better by making someone else suffer like she was. She comforted herself with the thought that as soon as possible, she would indeed put him out of his misery, if he was miserable pining for her little arse . Right now she was leaving a light blue stain on the sheets, as she had taken to moisten the pen with her juices. Of course, ballpoin t pens shouldn’t need moistening, but she had done it anyway just in case. It had le her with an inky quim, and convince d that she needed to buy herself a bigger pen. Luna decided to make sure that Harry didn’t think she was evil, by becoming as good as possible. First, of course, she needed to make sure that Hermione didn’t interrupt her exercises. at meant that she had to become better at pleasing Hermione as well, since she fell asleep right aer orgasming. In the bookshelf, she found many interesting books, from Kama Sutra to Ovidius, so she sat down on the bed to read, absently running her finger s over her little slit. In her complicated mind, the things she read started to form struures, like a step by step guide to becoming a Sex Goddess. She thought of that as worthy goal to have. Now, if there was some charm that could duplicate the Veela Allure.... *
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“No, Disa,” he disagreed. “I’ve got it good.” Susan blushed a little, before she pulled him down to her, kissed him soundly and whiered I his ear. “I’m glad you’re here, Love. I want to associate all my orgasms to you, and I’d love it if you gave me the next one. Preferably soon.” Neville didn’t blush. He just caressed her ear in a rather ecial way, making her ga. “I promise.” *
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Amelia Bones dropped her wand. She believed him. House Elves couldn’t lie, only be quiet about things if they chose. is was a very unusual house Elf, but she believed him. “I understand you work for Lord Kilchurn, then?” Her voice wobbled suiciously, but the Elf didn’t seem to notice. “I is, Ameliendame. I is Chamberlain of Kilchurn Castle . As Garden Lord is allied to My Lord Kilchurn Sir, and Garden Lord has just made Silver Alliance with Suzibones, you is extended family. Lord Kilchurn like you before, and I is having no instruions, but think you is wanting being assured nice niece is safe.” Amelia smiled when she heard the elf ’s name for her. She remembered seeing Garbo in the role in 1939, during a mission in Berlin, and she had been called that many times when there was a rumour that she slept her way to the top. Amelia remembered how she had enhanced her likeness to the aress in her youth, and she thought it was nice of the Elf to remark upon it. ’Die Kameliendame’ indeed. If she had been drinking anything, she would have painted the far wall a second later as the words ’Silver Alliance’ struck home. What in the world was this, and what had her niece dragged her in to now? “And what does this Silver Alliance mean? I regret I’m unfamiliar with the term.” “Sigyn, Chaplain of Kilchurn and wise woman say it like pre-engagement. It is of heart, before any talk to guardian or Liege-Lord is made. No politics and no money. Garden Lord has got permission of course, but not talk to Lord’s Scarygran or Ameliendame yet. You is not obliged to anything. Dobby shouldn’t say, but Garden Lord is looking at Suzibones all the time when two Huldr shoot much allure at him. He not even flinch, he didn’t. Huldr smile much about that.” “Huldr!? ey’re dangerous. What is she doing near those beasts? Get her out of there!” Amelia grew frantic in a second, grabbed her cloak and ran for the fireplace, when the frowning elf snapped his fingers, throwing her into her armchair and freezing her in place. e tweed clad elf jumped up in her lap and standing on her knees, nose to nose, he began to angrily leure her. “Ameliendame is wrong, she is. Huldr girls are Bonded to Lord Kilchurn, and will defend Suzibones with their lives. Garden Lord knows that. ey are almost like family, they are. Kilchurn has granted Suzibones proteion. Two Huldr and a Muellheim Giant. Vala Sigyn is there, and will know of danger before it is, and the three strong ones will defend. ere is reinfro...reof... more friends nearby. Dobby will advise Ameliendame now. Forget what you know of Huldr and ask Hogwart’s Kittylady for the real history. Being meanie to Lord Kilchurn’s girls will make him very angry, and he might make London go boom. Huldr are sometimes dangerous. If someone do bad to Suzibones now, they will learn how dangerous. Learn fast, Ameliendame.” With a pop, the irate elf was gone. Amelia was reeling. e absolute absurdity of being leured a HouseinElf was getting herjust in hadn’t a bad way, andabout she realised that they powerfulby creatures their own right.toShe thought that before. Whenwere she thawed from the chair, she stumbled to the fireplace and tossed a pinch of powder in. “Minerva McGonagall.” *
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It was sort of funny, Harry thought, that he could train hard, physically, mentally and magically for twenty hours straight, then have earthshaking sex for three hours, sleep one, and start over again. Here he was, having had a two-hour nap before the start ,and then done nothing but biking for the last four hours, and he was falling asleep on the bike. Perhaps he should stop at the next depot and have some coffee. He was still going strong, and he wasn’t tired at all yet. He was bearing down on the amusingly named town of Hjo now, and this was where Surt had said the tour really began. Harry was looking forward to it. First, however, he really should stop at Hjo. ere was supposed to be food there as well, and he felt like he could certainly murder a piece of Lasagne right about then. One annoying thing that had made him pull the group he was with a lot more than he should have had to, was biking pants. It must be the downside of having power to are, he mused, that he aually noticed when a girl was in front of him. Once the race was done, Gabrielle would get a rear pounding that she wouldn’t believe. All these tight little behin ds in front of him was really bother ing him, because he couldn’t really afford an ereion. It stretched his pants out of shape, and the hardness that these tight arses in the tight pants provoked, aually made him fear for the seams. So he pulled. He had tried singing to stay singing awake. He humming soly to himself, and without thinking about it, he had started the was words of a Queen classic. “..Jaws was never my scene, and I don’t like Star Wars..” When he made it to the chorus, the entire group of twenty-odd bikers had joined in. “I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my biiike! I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I liiike!” at had led to a lot of laughs, but aer a minute, the focused silence had returned, interrupted only by the clicking of the dérailleurs. He didn’t initiate any communication, but he felt for his girls, against his better judgement. Gabrielle/Guinevere was hovering above the lake, keeping an eye on both him and Surt, who was just rolling out of Jönköping. Stina was in the lake, by ecial permission of the local Warden. Funnily, in ite of Vättern being the second largest lake in Sweden, Stina was still the stronger of the two. Both Wardens knew that, but none had mentioned it. Jorunn was sleepy, but she couldn’t really calm down. He could feel her trying to sleep, but failing. He never knew how much she needed her “pacifier.” She could barely sleep without it! She settled for sucking her thumb, but he almost heard her unoken complaint that it wasn’t the same thing. He focused hard on the endearing qualities, trying to ignore the smouldering ones. is would be a bad time to think about that she needed to suck his cock all night to relax. STOP! Too late. It was growing again. Damn. He continued the sweep to Disa, knowing it probably couldn’t get any worse. It could. She had hand busy between hersound legs, and the other herapparently nipples as she eavesdropped on one Neville and Susan. By the of things, theteasing ’puff was quite skilled. Now, it really couldn’t get any worse, so he opened the link a bit more, flooding her mind with both barre ls of his pent-up lust. She tensed as the images and emotions impaed on her already overheated libido, and as he mentally caressed her, she screamed bloody murder, and wet her bed beyond the capacity of a simple drying charm.
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To Harry, it was quite rewarding, but he was still bent around the iron rod in his tight pants. He allowed his mind to wander. He had the awareness of the road superimposed on his image of the mindscape, where his Bonded shone like suns. He had never really looked around there. He noticed a mind, quite far away, that seemed to be searching for his. He moved closer, to discover that the mind wasn’t aware of it’s presence in the mindscape at all, and that it was blindingly fast. ∼ Jormungandr, are you there?∼ ∼ Always. How can I serve? ∼ ∼ What can you tell me about that light over there? ∼ ∼ Not much, I’m afraid. It is female, and it is thinking about you, quite intensely. It has a conneion to you, but not one I know. I am guarding you, so it is safe to move in for a closer look. Just don’t forget the road. ∼ ∼ I won’t. ∼ e mind was incredib ly fast. Images flew across the shining globe like lightn ing, and most of them featured him. He was having sex with this girl! He couldn’t see who she was, as all the images were seen out of her eyes, and he needed a face. ere was some interesting positions involves, and if the girl was as flexible as she looked in these fantasies, it would really be interesting. She seemed to prefer anal and oral sex, but there were some vaginal imagery as well, just not as much. ere! ere was a mirror in the ceiling in one image. He was getting a headache trying to keep up with this amazing mind, but he finally had a face. e mirror over the bed in that one image showed a blonde girl, her face slightly contorted in the throes of passion but still, it was Luna. Unmistakably Luna Lovegood. Guided by Jormungandr, he slipped a password into her mind, and pulled back. He was entering Hjo, and the road was lined with silly signs saying “I Love Hjo”. Funnily enough, in ite of the sexual nature of this little mental encounter, his raging hard-on had receded, so he could aually stop without embarrassing himself. He slowed down, and followed the direions down into a park, where a few hundred bikes were parked already. He obviously hadn’t overtaken them all yet. He picked a nice tree to park beside, and stopped. As he hit the ground, shoulder first, he reminded himself to unlock his feet from the pedals first, next time. *
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Just the little thing that she kept talking to him, encouraging him and telling him just how much she enjoyed what he was doing was a turn-on of an almost seismic scale, just like her orgasm had been. She had grabbed his head, crushed him against her pussy and rubbed his nose against her clitoris for a very long time, it felt like. He hadn’t been able to breathe, and her gushing juices had almost drowned him. He was definitely doing that again! When it had been her turn to please him, she had taken the time to tell him just how much she loved his cock, detailing to him just how lovely each part of it was, and when she had started to take him into her mouth, she had done it like an a of worship. He hadn’t lasted long. When he had warned her that he was about to shoot off, so that she would be able to dodge, she had just taken him a little deeper and when he came, she just swallowed without missing a beat. He had already known that he wanted to marry her, and aer this session, he was bloody certain. ey had known, both of them, that Disa would most likely eavesdrop, the naughty little piece. ey had even talked about it before , but had opted to leave the silencing charm between the little rooms in the caravan, keeping them to the outer walls only. To Neville’s delight, Susan seemed to have an exhibitionistic streak that would be a lot of fun to explore. Disa’s howling orgasm had been a great iniration, and the two lovers had just looked at each other and smiled when it ratt led the walls. Nothing wrong with sharing, was there? He reached for her face, caressed her, and scooped up the cum drops from her face. She caught his fingers, and licked them clean with every sign of pleasure before she crawled into his embrace. ey weren’t in a hurry. ey both knew that they had a lifetim e to explore each other, and they were looking forward to many nights together. Neville pointed his wand at his nose and cast Haud Quietus Sonitus on himself, the anti-snoring charm, and happy in each others arms, the couple fell asleep. *
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felt his Sorcery working in his muscles, repairing damage as it occurred when he forced himself to power push up the hills. It was great to be him those times. e sun was shining, the birds were singing, and he had just passed some religious people, standing at the top of a hill, who apparently blessed all the passing bikers. ey had said that God was with him on his tour, and Harry thought that if that was the case, it had to be God’s turn to pull a bit now. He intended to bypass the upcoming city, and wait for Hammarsundet before he stopped the next time. ose religious people had been funny. Religion had never played any larger part in his life, and he had aually been a little surprised at Sigyn’s invocation at the wedding. She believed. Well, it was part of her job, aer all, and she was the wisest person he trusted. at was in itself food for thought, and as he rolled towards Askersund, he began digesting it. *
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Susan laughed. “I keep wondering how deep this rabbit hole really is, but since everything around me here is very unusual, from my point of view anyway, why not try to fit in? I ditched my shyness aer talking to Disa for five minutes, and there seems to be few taboo’s in this group. I just go with the flow.” “You’re right about that. I have a reputation for being straightforward, and I seem to have affeed Harry and the others as well now. So, did you take Neville in your ass, or did you stick to oral this time?” e Vala was smirking, obviously trying to embarrass her anyway. Susan fought down her blush and answered in a sultry voice. “is time, we settled for oral. Neville has an amazing tongue. I could swear he was licking my cervix for a while. e best part was swallowing, though. e taste and texture of his semen as it trickled down my throat made me so wet it was almost unbearable. I couldn’t get him deep enough to have him shoot straight down my throat, but I will praice until I get it right. Isn’t it just amazing to have a cock in your mouth as it shoots these wonderful bursts of semen into you? I wanted it all, of course, but some of it escaped and ran down my face, onto my nipples. I almost came from that.” Susan had adapted her tone to a low, breathy purr, and she had stolen glances at Leif as she oke. He had gotten progressively redder in the face, and he was clearly having problems sitting straight. Sigyn grinned at her, and turned to her husband. “What’s the matter, dear? Don’t you want to think about this fieen year old girl with semen running from her mouth to her lovely, perky teen breasts?” Leif just grunted something unintelligible, so Sigyn turned back to Susan. “Excuse us for a while. I think my husband wants a piece of ass right about now.” She stood up and pulled her husband out of his chair by his very, very large and visibly throbbing cock and lead him into their room. Susan smiled to herself. at had been fun, but she had gotten a bit hot herself. How little Sigyn could take that monster inside her was beyond Susan’s imagination, potion or no potion. Still, the mental images were a bit thrilling. Perhaps she should go and wake Neville up before she got dressed. *
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ese people were cheering him on because he had done Vätternrundan in about eight hours. Well, they didn’t know the time, of course. He was just one of the thousands of bikers who had done it this year. He also knew that a lot of people thought that he was a faory biker, as he had this unknown bike and matching shirt. Someone had told him that people always cheered for those they thought were pro’s. e air was warm, the sun was shining and there was not a single cloud in the sky as he rolled through the disconneed traffic lights. Gabrielle was no longer above him. His very own silver winged traffic ineor had gone on ahead, to wait with the others at the finish. He was supposed to give a holler when he turned in on the final stretch, but right now he revelled in the feeling of accomplishment. e crowds applauded him and the other bikers, and Harry felt a small pang of guilt. He had had an easy tour, compared to the others. Harry had heard more complaints of aching butts in the last hour than in his previous life, and then there was the fa that he wasn’t tired. Leif had been right. His body replenished itself with magic, just like he had filled his canteen from the tanks at the depots without stopping. Speeding through a roundabout, he got a rousing cheer from the people around it, so he made an extra lap around it, to further cheering and applause from the eators, before he continued to the finish line. ere were a lot more people here, and the constant cheering was getting to him. He had made it, and he had power to are! He would be able to make another tour if he really wanted to, which he didn’t. What he wanted now was to get off this bike, and to remember to unlock his feet properly this time. en he wanted his wife. Badly. ankfully, there were not many bikers ahead of him, and no distraing little backsides. When did he become such a shag-o-holic? When he began getting as much as he wanted and then some, that was when. e past hours had highlighted how much he needed his girls in a purely physical sense, and he was beginning to worry about sch ool. He rested a bit, and sent out the promised call, as he followed the markings down a hill towards the finish. e cheering was deafening here, and he slowed down, as there seemed to be a bit of a queue on the other side of the finishing gate. As he crossed, he couldn’t stop himself. He drew a deep breath and shouted as loud as he could. “We made it! ere is nothing we can not do!” His call was well received by the other bikers, who had already crossed the line and was medallions. Tired, exhausted and women their backs and wearing grinned their at each other. ey all turned to themen grinning youngstraightened man in the green shirt and smiled. ey may be tired and aching, but he had driven it home for them. ey had all made it! One group who was wearing matching shirts had a quick word, and as Harry had a pretty girl hang his medallion around his neck, they shouted again, and the call was picked up by most of the bikers there. In heavily accented English, they shouted:
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“Hey, 4565, You made it! ere’s nothing you can not do!” en there were boobs. Disa, Jorunn and Stina were hugging the life out of him, and he really enjoyed it. Leif, in his peculiar small form, took care of his bike, and Neville was flashing away with ashe camera. was standing with Sigyn, smiling him, in and he beckoned for her , huggedSusan him close and whiered a quiet “thankatyou” hisasear. He was thoroughly congratulated as the family crowd le the reception area and moved a bit out of the way. Stina grabbed his number vest and ran to get his diploma and such things as someone pressed a large glass of beer in his hand. en Sigyn stepped aside and revealed Gabrielle. She was standing by a smaller bike, all silver and pink, in a silvery, form hugging biker shirt, and thin, tight, pink biking pants. Harry’s jaw just dropped as his little wife led her bike towards him. She hugged him and gave him a chaste kiss on his jaw. en she said in a sultry voice. “Congratulations, Love. I thought someone should lead you back to the caravan. Just follow me and I’ll show you the way.” e other’s laughed as he immediately reached for his bike, and he followed his wife, or more exaly her swaying pink arse through the city, back to the caravan. She said nothing as they dismounted, and she unlocked the door to the caravan, but as soon as they had closed the door behind them, Harry grabbed her, pulling her backwards towards him. He felt her doing the familiar cleaning and lubricating charm as he liquefied a hole in her biking pants. In silence he pulled out his ere member and lied his petite wife onto it. Holding her close to his chest, he lowered her tight arse down over his cock, pushing his way inside as she moaned in his ear. He carried her, supporting her weight on his cock, to the table, where she rested her knees as he began to pound her hard. He kneaded her boobs through the shirt, and she turned her head towards him, licking his face until he turned to her in a deep kiss. Aer a few minutes of relentless pounding, she slid off him and took him into her mouth. Aer some deliciously hard work with tongue and hands, she was rewarded with a severe amount of semen shooting down her throat. When she had licked him clean, she smiled beautifully at him and dragged him to his bed. She pushed him down, and began to undress him. She hadn’t done more than get his shoes and socks off when he fell asleep. Having a wife with the ability to foresee his needs was a great thing indeed. To wake up with several pairs of hands massaging your legs and back is something to enjoy in silent contemplation of one’s luck. Gabrielle and Stina was working his back and shoulders, Disa and Jorunn had his butt and thighs covered and to his surprise, he had Susan bones handling his calves. “I still can’t believe it. He used to be a tiny scrawny kid before he got some Quidditch muscles. I can’t believe that this...this Hercules is my schoolmate!” “I told you, Susan, those calves are new, and so is a lot of this butt here. Damn, it’s like oak to massage. Are those calves soening any?” “A little. Like oak, as you said, instead of marble. I think they’re as so as I can get them. Does anyone have a foot fetish? If so, we can trade.”
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e girls laughed at that, and as Stina moved over and started taking care of his feet, she said. “Susan, you’re turning into a very naughty girl. I’m not sure we should let you keep your hands on our man.” She finished with a giggle. “Don’t worry. I’m a one man woman, even if I’m not technically a woman yet. I’m sticking to Neville, but it’s thanks to you and this delicious piece of man flesh here that I have him. I owe you.” Gabrielle stopped for a moment. “In that case, we should do some planning in the next few weeks, but not now, seeing as this delicious piece of man flesh is awake. Welcome back, beloved. Why don’t you turn around so we can work your other side? Don’t mind Susan. She has seen you already.” Harry grinned, and while laying on his stomach, he pulled off a morphing he had thought about, but never really gotten to work. It still looked impressive, even if it wasn’t funional. As he clumsily turned around, he enjoyed the gas from the girls. e surprise from Gabrielle and Stina, the sheer eagerness from Jorunn and Disa and the mild shock from Susan. “Hello Loves, Susan. at was a great tour to have made. I feel like twice the man I used to be.” ey all broke up at his stupid line, and he morphed his second penis away. He looked up at Susan, now rubbing his peorals. “I guess I should welcome you to the extende d family then, Susan. It’s good to see you.” “ank you, My Lord, “she said in a sultry voice, having discovered how much fun that was. “For your information, I’m still a virgin in case you wish to invoke jus primae nois.” Harry pulled on his Consort’s mental resources and thought fast. is was not made easy by the girls, who all had opted for bikinis at the moment, and while he was quite happy with his little harem as it was, he had to admit that Susan was beautif ul. He forced his member to stay down, by simply morphing the blood vessels shut, before he answered. “Unfortunately, while your intended is indeed my liege, you are not and at the time you will be considered as such, I very much doubt there will be anything le for me.” “Oh, I could take a room at your castle, couldn’t I? en I would be ... eligible.” She did things with her voice that made it communicate direly with his balls, without even passing the brain. He was fighting a losing battle against his own ereion when he heard two voices laughing by the door. Neville told his girlfriend with mock firmness. “Susan, I thank you for not torturing my liege-lord with your wicked ways. And don’t give him any ideas, please!” Leif filled in, addressing Harry. “at cute little devil did to me too. at voice and her way s is trouble for an y man with working bits. She ...naughty enough to fit in. Neville picked good mate. But naughty.”
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He pronounced the word Naughty so carefully that harry understood that it was a new acquisition to his vocabulary. Useful, that, he supposed, seeing the decidedly naughty looks, shared by the girls. ey decided to tease him, and the firm massage turned into caresses until he almost lost control of the suppressed ereion, and he was convinced that he could take all the girls at least twice before going so again. at was when Sigyn interrupted. “Good. You’re awake and frisky. Hold that thought. ere’s only an hour and a half to Sjögestad, and I’ve called ahead to set things up there. Let’s pack up. Harry, Don’t get off, and keep thinking naughty thoughts. Girls, you help him keep his mind in gear. It’s time for mister Fafnersson to meet my Goddess.
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“A loaf of bread,” walrus said, Susan was very familiar with this ell . Her aunt had used it on her for as long as she could remember. When she had learned that it was a highly advanced diagnostic charm, designed to be used on viims of assault and kidnappings and such, it had amused her to know that her aunt used it to find bruises and scrapes on a clumsy little girl. Anyway, it was very efficient. It revealed just about everything. e glowing cloud of colours revealed, for instance, that something had penetrated her reum. Susan was not so amused about that. e faint a potent Compulsion were also visible to a trained and Susan justtraces knew of that her aunt would jumpfield to conclusions, eecially since theobserver, scanner revealed everything she had swallowed in the past day, and that list included alcohol and semen. e charm had also revealed that Susan was still a virgin, and she did notice her aunt’s disbelieving stare. at was it. Susan was easygoing enough, but she had to draw a line. “Aunt Amelia, I’ve been violated.” “I knew it! Was it Longbottom? Or those beasts you were...” She didn’t get any further. Her niece had never before pulled her wand at her, but this was apparently a ecial occasion. “Do not insult my friends, Aunt Amelia. I was talking about you, and that damned charm. Have you no ree for my privacy? You have no business peeking into my knickers like you’re doing with that piece of magic. I am over the age of consent , and the state of my maidenhead is None Of Your Business! If you ever use that charm on me again, I’ll ... well, you’ll see. You won’t like it, though.” 195
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“Yes! You! Didn’t you listen? Well, Neville did as well. He stopped, and I didn’t really want him to.” “I’m too old for this.” the Direor said, and sank down on a chair. “I’m so sorry, I was just so worried, and I was told off by a house elf and Minnie almost tore me a new one... I’m sorry.” Susan saw the lines on her aunt’s face. Clearly, she had had a rough day. Susan was still not in a very forgiving mood, though. “If you called Jorunn and Disa beasts in front of the Kilchurn Chamberlain, I’m surprised you’re still in one piece. For your information, I’m now considered a part of the Kilchurn extended family, and I will not have you insult my friends and sisters. Now, you have your three questions, then I’m going to my room.” Amelia nodded and thought deeply. is was a rule they had made a long time ago, and it still worked. You didn’t part in anger without allowing three questions first. With two headstrong people in a household, something like that was needed. “Okay. Were you ever in any kind of danger, apart from traffic and normal things? I mean, anyone can be hit by a bus, but...” “I know what you mean. I was perfely safe. I admit I was a bit scared when Neville dragged me towards two Huldr and a Giant, but there was never any danger. ey’re great people, and even though I’ve known them for only twelve hours, we’ve grown close. I would take a curse for any one of them, and they would for me. Next question.” “Erm... Well. You’ve had sex, and that’s a fa and I’ll say nothing more about it without invitation, but... were you pressured or compelled to do it? Were you in control?” Susan aually smiled at that. “I was in control. I was the only one there susceptible to the Huldr Allure, and the girls simply forgot to suppress it. Once they remembered, it wasn’t a problem. One of the Huldr is the one who trained Neville to be more confident, and when I asked, they gave me a brief lesson in sexual technique, including many non-devirginising ways to have fun. You know, Neville wouldn’t do more than kiss me without a commitment? I’m going to marry that man, and those Huldr girls will be my bridesmaids. I won’t be a virgin bride if I have anything to say about it, but we’re not in any hurry. Neville is mine, and I know how to keep him.” e last sentences were oken with Susan’s new favourite toy, the sexy voice. She had praised and tried new varieties on Disa and Jorunn, and they had had a lot of fun with it. Harry and Sigyn had agreed that there was a bit of magic laced into it, and thought that it could be a great asset to have. It was clearly unsettling to her aunt. With her throbbing voice, she continued. “Trust me on this, Aunt Amelia. Nothing except stopping happened against my expressed desires.” Amelia was stunned. A girl in her teens had le, and a young woman had returned. She understood that the ring on her nieces finger meant much more to Susan than she srcinally thought. Susan even had a different body language. ere was nothing of the
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teen defiance, the argumentative nature that she had somehow gotten used to. Susan simply stood there and held her ground, determined to defend herself and her lover, come hell or high water. Amelia Bones was aually impressed. She smiled at her niece before asking the final question. “Minerva was impressed out of her plaid panties with this lord of yours. Obviously, he’s got good and powerful friends, and you seem to be in with him on the ground floor. Now, this question is a little out of line, but ..” she hesitated a bit. “What is your assessment of Lord Kilchurn as Liege-Lord to the Bones Family?” Susan burst out laughing about that. It was just too brilliant! Of course she knew that Harry wouldn’t ask it, but she had in fa offered him Jus Primae Nois, the right to her first night. Oh, how she would tease him. She had no intention of carrying through with it, of course, but the teasing was fun, since she knew he had ways to work off the tension. “at would be brilliant, Aunt Amelia, but you should really meet him first. It might just shock you a bit. You should also know that since I intend to marry one of his lieges, I offered him Jus Primae Nois, but he declined, since I’m not his liege, just Neville. is would be brilliant!” “Wait, you want him to...?” “Oh Merlin, no. He wouldn’t do that. I’m Neville’s, and he’s married and has three bonded Consorts on top of that. He just wouldn’t. It’s fun to tease him, though, and he is incredibly hot.” “You know him well enough to say that aer just a day?” “I do know him well enough. Aually, I only ent about three hours with the Lord himself, but I know him well enough to entrust my life, and my virginity, to him. He knows me better, due to the bond between the girls and him. He can see what they see, and they can share memories, too. Aunt Amelia, if you swear allegiance to the house of Kilchurn, we’ll be safe and we’ll have fun. We will have a safehouse to go to that You-Know-Who can never find, no matter how many hem-kissers he gets into the Ministry. e Lord is honourable enough not to ask you to compromise your ideals in your work, and I will get a chance to hang out with my friends at Kilchurn a lot more than I expeed. Neville and I can get a formal Betrothal legally binding in a day, and the beer will be a dime a barrel. Go for it!” “I aually do trust your judgement, Susan. I really do. I’m so sorry, but when that house Elf in the funny suit told me about the Huldr and the Giant I just got so worried. He told me to ask Minerva about Huldr, and her impression is identical to yours. Have you met this Sigyn woman? Minerva was very impressed with her, and I got the distin impression that she is close to the Lord.” “Vala Sigyn is a wonderful woman. She’s the official stepmother to Disa, and the unofficial to Jorunn. She takes some getting used to, though. She’s very straightforward, and has She a filthy but she’s very andto can predi the present. future better fraudto at school. justmind, doesn’t like it, so shewise, prefers gaze into the She’sthan also the married the Giant, Leif, who made this ring. I’ve never even heard of Muellheim Giants before. He’s huge, a bit bigger than Hagrid when he’s not taking his potion. He’s as clever as anyone, even if he learns a bit slower. ere’s nothing wrong with his understanding, and his English is positively atrocious.”
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“I’m just shocked that a Giant can learn a second language at all. ey really are all right, all of them?” “Well, I didn’t get to know Stina or Gabrielle that well, but the closeness of the four bonded girls was pretty obvious. Gabrielle is a Veela, and Lady Kilchurn. Stina is some kind of water nymph that I’ve never heard of befor e. ey were friendly and all, I just didn’t have much time with them. e last adult in the group is Surt. at’s a nickname, but I can’t pronounce his real one. He’s a smith, short and built like a rock, all muscles and no hair on his body. Burnt away by the forge, I guess. He has small burn scars all over his body, and great self control.” “And how do you know the state of his body so well, if I may ask? I mean that. You don’t have to answer.” “e Lord and Surt did a bike tour of 180 miles in one go. I helped massage them both aer they finished. e Lord was asleep for most of the time, but the girls and I teased Surt mercilessly. Except Jorunn, of course, seeing as he’s her father and all. He didn’t reond at all, but I managed to get a bit of a rise out of the Lord.” e long time direor of DMLE, inquisitor, judge, and veteran of hundreds of criminal cases, frowned. “Why is it that...? You knew the Lord before all of this. You are very careful in calling him by title, and not by nam e. He’s apparently about your age. A student, no doubt, and you know him from school. Neville knows and trusts him. He’s athletic. Apparently brave. Minnie adores him. NYMPHADORA TONKS, YOU TECHNICOLOR TRAMP, I’LL KILL YOU, FIRE YOU, REHIRE YOU, AND FIRE YOU AGAIN!! “So, Susan, Mr Potter is doing fine, I understand?” *
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the minibus and walked past a runestone, the piles of rocks signifying graves from the Pre-Roman iron age until they reached a group of standing stones. A man was walking around them, drawing a circle around them using a white powder, and dusting the powder inside the circle as well. Sigyn walked up to him. “A sea salt circle? I don’t remember that as important. Did you use that when you went through?” e man turned and smiled at the group, giving Harry a wink. “No, I didn’t, and I don’t know about salt but this is ant repellant. It’s bloody hard to focus on procreation when the forest ants are chomping away at your bits, wouldn’t you agree?” She laughed, and gestured for Harry to come closer. “Harry, this is Daniel, and he has taken the route you’re about to. As you just heard, it pays off to have someone experienced around. He’s the guardian of this place, and he will help open the gate for you, as well as keep the tourists away.” e unknown man smiled at Harry. He struck a pose and bowed deeply. “Harald Fafnersson, welcome to Sjögestad. I can see you’re in the proper state of mind, and you should be very happy that you have your harem around. I’m not supposed to tell you what’s going to happen, but your physical body will not be involved in it. I was in serious pain for days.” “Excuse me, but can you tell me anything in general terms? Sigyn has told me nothing at all. Well, she said I was to meet her Goddess, but I never know when she’s joking.” “You can take that very seriously. When I made my trip, it was to learn to control my wonky magic. I had to set things up myse lf, and that sort of ruin ed my focus. I did get much more control, but my sacrifice was not enough, and I couldn’t strike a very good deal. You shouldn’t worry about that, though. You play by a different set of rules, and I believe that once you’re naked and sitting in the circle, well, among the stones anyway, things will work out. I have a link to the Goddess, and she’s really looking forward to your visit. You already have a conneion to her, seeing as you’ve bonded three of her own, and she tends to think of Veela as hers as well. If you can deal with your harem here, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” “So, I shouldn’t worry and just take things in stride, is that your advice?” “Pretty much, yes. Oh, and have fun. at’s always important. Shall we begin? I will have to get your girls naked, too, and draw some blood from them. Nothing much, and nothing bad. I was about to say that Sigyn will watch over them, but I guess the girls can take care of themselves. Get your clothes off, kiss your girls and sit down in the middle there.” Harry walked over the low,and uneven circle and to taketheir his eyes clothes off. Sigyn was whiering with his to consorts, the girls, one bybegan one, locked onto his, and stripped. It was a bit too fast to be a proper striptease, but since the three capa ble girls soaked him in allure, Harry was so incredibly hard that he considered morphing a bigger cock just to make more ace for the blood. He did realised in time that it would probably make him faint, so he chose to suffer instead
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. He sat down on the indicated place, where there was a cushion on the ground, and quite a lot of the white ant repellent around it. Obviously, Daniel had had some bad ant experiences here. His blood was pulsing in his ears, as he saw his guide walk up to the girls, and holding a quick whiered conversation with them. To Harry’s surprise, Sigyn undressed as well, and the girls read out around the circle, Sigyn taking a place behind him. As the girls climbed up onto the low stones, barely four feet high, they locked their eyes on his cock, and Harry could both see, feel and smell their excitement. Daniel tossed him a purple bottle, and he emptied it in one go, and was surprised at the sweet taste. e world became tinged with pink and red as he saw his guide walk up to Gabrielle, sitting right in front of him, with a surgical needle. She leaned back a little, exposing her lovely vagina to him. She was very wet. Aually, her juices were visibly wetting the stone, making it glow slightly in Harry’s lust-addled eyes. As Daniel swabbed a ot on her labia, she had locked her eyes on Harry’s, and as the guide stuck the needle into her throbbing nether lip, she released a little squirt of fluids over the stone, mixing with the blood that was seeping through the needle. e process was repeated with the other girls, with the difference that the Huldr released a minor flood, and Stina had such an orgasm that she was about to fall off the stone. He couldn’t see Sigyn, but he recognised her muskier scent immediately. Apparently, his sense of smell had been enhanced, he thought, just to distra himself as all he really wanted to do was to leap up, and plunge into the dilayed delights around him, blood or no blood. His head was inning, and his mind clouded. He tried to get up, to take what was offered to him, but he couldn’t remember how many legs he was supposed to have, so instead of jumping up he fell down. And down. And down. He was suended in nothing, and the nothing was pink and red. ere were clouds around him, and he was inning in all direions, as the pastel clouds showed him visions of indistin pleasure and delight. e only sound at first was his own heartbeat, but as he listened, he heard chanting in a distance. He was almost terminally horny when he felt a warm, so female body against him. He couldn’t see her, but she felt perfe. Her hair was long, like he preferred it, her waist was slim but not skinny, like he preferred it and he just couldn’t decide if her boobs were large or small, as he didn’t really have a set preference. Her body was hairless, and in his addled state, he sent a gentle blue wave into his unseen lover, hearing her ga before he entered her, gently probing her depth. It was perfe. Very tight, but not so tight that he was afraid of hurting her. It was hot and wet and wonderful, and enjoyed immensely. neverorgasms. forgot about unseen and Harry made sure thathimself the voice howled in He regular Aerhis taking themistress, invisible though, woman over top aer top, he felt himself explode inside her. Wave aer wave flooded the tight entrance, and he felt her disappear. A second later he felt another one take her place. is one was much taller than him, and very muscular. She took charge, and used him for her own pleasure. He didn’t like that much, so he called his power, and flooded this woman’s
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nerve system with pleasure, until he felt her lose consciousness. e next one was a small, submissive pet, and Harry was very gentle as he pleased her to the best of his abilities, and as he felt her being sated, he allowed her to take him in her arse, provoking a quick orgasm, completely filling the unknown entity, and before she disappeared, he felt a so kiss on his cheek. He got no rest. An endless procession of invisible women came to him, came all over him and le with his come inside them. Some had to be giantesses, but he morphed and satisfied them. Others were very small, and again he adapted, careful not to hurt them. He didn’t know how many weeks or months he ent in the pink and red limbo, pleasuring and getting pleased by, an endless number of unseen women, yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. It was what he was supposed to do. is one felt just like Jorunn, but had only two breasts. He energized his semen and pumped her arse full, sending the girl into blissful oblivion before the next one took her place. No matter how many times he came, he was never sated, never tired, never so. en, without warning he fell, landed hard and lost consciousness. *
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“Sure. I was headed there anyway. I just visited my hopeless git of a brother. Whatever they’re doing to him is not helping him. He still believes I’m Harry’s widow.” “So the paddles are not quite in the water?” e metamorph frowned a bit, remembering Ron mostly as an insanely petty little boy who tried to chat up her cleavage. “Nor in the playroom.” Ginny grinned at the stunned look at the older woman’s face. “Why, Ginevra Weasley. How would you know of such things?” Tonks said, stifling her laughter. “A friend of mine, who might remain nameless, had a book on her bedside table called ’anecdotes of the great accountants’. I wanted to see if it really was as dull as it looked, and it wasn’t.” Ginny whiered in her ear. e breath of the young girl on her ear was making her pulse race, to the auror’s great surprise. She would probably need to cast a drying charm on her underwear soon. “A whole education in itself?” she tried to quip, but failed. She sounded much to breathless, and the gleam in Ginny’s eyes told her that the girl had figured something out. “Oh yes, and the stuff that dreams are made of.” is time, the whier was much too close, and she could feel the lips touching her ear. “Ginny, you are one naughty little girl. So, in your dreams, who’s holding the paddle?” She tried to regain the upper hand, but her attempt at embarrassing the girl just fell flat. “Harry, of course. Who else? Usually, I’m bent over a table while he paddles my backside before having his way with me. Can you imagine how glorious that would be?” Unfortunately, Tonks could. She could vividly place herself in that position. Spanking had never really been her thing, but with Harry holding the paddle it would be completely different. e thought of her red arse being forced open by Harry’s member was too much for her, and thanks to Ginny’s reflexes, Tonks didn’t collapse on the street, but was half dragged, half carried to Fortuesque’s. *
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“Neville, may I eak with you?” Lady Augusta Longbottom wasn’t used to ask for things in what she considered to be her house, but she thought it a better part of valour to begin. Her grandson had changed in the past few weeks. He had stood up to her, challenged her and threatened her with being thrown out of the family home if she didn’t recognise that things had changed. He was not the forgetful little boy any more, and it was hard for the old woman to relinquish control of the family, but she had no choice. He had positioned himself strongly with the Light side in the ongoing confli, deite her orders towards a more neutral position. He had followed the Potter boy on his foolish crusade into the ministry and to her surprise, Neville had emerged viorious. Now, he was consorting with dangerous beasts, and striking alliances le and right ,and pro ving himself to be quite the diplomat. He had just been on the floo with Marcus Abbott, discussing an upcoming legislation for the Wizengamot, and had been treated as an equal by the ruthless old politician in the Abbott seat. Amanda Longbottom had to surrender completely. e boy apparently knew what he was doing. “Yes, Grandmother?”
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“I will be going over to the Bainbridge’s for tea. ere will be many old bats like myself there, and I was wondering if there was any rumours you would like to have squelched or read.” Neville thought about it for a second. He hadn’t really considered the potential hidden right under his nose. e GOL’s, the Grand Old Ladies was a powersource, no doubt, and if he could use that... “Yes, Grandmother, there is. ank you for asking. First of all, Dumbledore is an old man, and is slipping. Nothing Dark can survive to come near Kilchurn Castle, and Harry Potter was treated unfairly, not least by the headmaster, and might just have staged his death. He’s clever enough, and his perceived death has shown us how much the Ministry really was prepared to load on the shoulders of a minor. Harry did his best, and we should be grateful. He had, or has, no obligations to the wizarding world, considering how he’s been treated. I need him painted as a young man who does his best without being forced to. A hero, who’s yet to reach maturity, and has been abused by everybody but his closest friends, and that at least he knows how to choose his friends.” “Is it true?” “Yes. Harry is in hiding, Dumbledore is showing signs of dementia and Kilchurn is safe from the Dark.” “at girl who deliver ed the wedding invitation? I thought she was a Dark creature?” “ey’re not. Huldr are sentient, they have a conscience and as long as they’re well fed, they are completely safe. Disa, the girl who was here, is one of the kindest people I know, and she would never hurt anyone on purpose. Unfortunately, her feeding might hurt people anyway if she’s starved, but she has fed from me, and I suffered nothing from it. She, and her Bond-sisters are among my closest friends, and I trust them implicitly. is past weekend, I brought my girlfriend to see them, and I was not one bit concerned for her safety.” “You have a girlfriend? I didn’t know that.” “Yes. During the weekend I entered what is called a silver alliance with Susan Bones. We are as close to engaged as you can be without political or economical considerations. I, of course, intend to replace the silver ring with a gold one as soon as possible.” “If you need family approval for that, you have it, of course. She’s a fine witch and a good match, all things considered. e Bones’ may be a young family, but they have all the markings of a great House.” He grinned impudently at his grandmother before reonding. “Aually, for a man my age it’s more important to choose a girl who’s children won’t starve if they’re nursed by their mother. Her intelligence, charm and wit are primary to me, of course, but her overwhelming beauty certainly doesn’t hurt.” e Grand Old Lady of the Longbottom House felt the tension li. Her once timid little grandson had dared to tease her, and she fully intended to return the favour. “Have you consummated your relationship yet, or do you stick to the nonimpregnating ways?”
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Neville’s only reonse was to blush at the unexpeed question. His Grandmother turned and pointed at a ot on her back. “Here, second vertebrae from the pelvis and two fingers le. Channel a trickle of magic into it during anal sex and you’ll blow her mind, making her beg for more. Now, if you excuse me, I have some lies to make up before I go out for tea. Don’t worry, Neville. I know how to properly monger a rumour.” Neville sat by his desk, watching his Gran leave. He had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. Not only was she treat ing him like an adult , with a value of his own, she was recognising him as Head of the family. She even asked if she could help him! If she could get these rumours circulating among the GOL’s, it would be perfe. To top it all off, he did recognise the ree she’s paid him by teasing him and telling him about that trick. If Susan ever decided to give him such a gi, he would make certain she didn’t regret it. Two up, two le. He’d keep that in mind. *
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“at’s why I’m not pulling the whole Divine routine on you now. You don’t reond well to authority, and I just bet that includes Divinity. “Here and now, you know who I am, but as long as I don’t try to beat you over the head with it, we’re getting along just fine. You are also a great lover. “I wouldn’tI know, butcarried it wouldn’t meno if you couldyou rival my brother. Unfortunately, got a bit away,surprise and I have ideaaually of just what need, and you have proven yourself worthy of some major effort. “Let’s start with the easy part. You have problems controlling your Sorcery. Now, I had the same problems aually. Sorcery and Divinity are related, and they are handled similarly. e difference is that my will is infinite, as is my power, within my charter, of course. My handmaiden, Gullveig taught me a few things...” So began three eventful months in the life of Harald Fafnersson. Unfortunately, by the time he was returned to his physical body, the memories of the daily life faded quickly, except for a strong affinity for cats. Cats were everywhere, and he grew surprisingly fond of having his ankles attacked by murderous kittens all the time. While he was there, though, he was tutored by Gullveig in Seidsong, apparently the best and easiest way to control the intent-based force of both Sorcery and Divinity. Heimdall, the only son of Oden to be born in wedlock, taught him how to properly watch the stars, and many things he had seen and heard, including the amusing fate of the Dursleys. He learnt about healing, herbs and potions from Eir herself. He was offered a potions session by Oden, but declined. Apparently, the old god had a tendency to get high as a house and rape everything in sight, and Harry didn’t really want to be seen under those circumstances. He learnt that while he was in no way a God, they did have a few things in common. Freja started to call him Cousin aer a while, and other entities he met treated him with great ree. As he got to know some of the real Aesir, he understood why he was considered to belong on the Vanir side. Aesir were too focused on honour, battle and glory. ere was very littl e room for a man to cuddle a sweet girl amon g the Aesir. ey were just too harsh for that. e only Aesir he grew to really like were the triplet dwarven smiths Brokk, Eitre and Sindre Ivaldeson, who he ent some good times with. Healso met Loke, the trickster, who reminded him of the Weasley twins, but much less benevolent. Lots of fun still, though. Harry did strike a deal with Loke, just like he did wherever he went. He made deals with the Ivaldesons,with warriors, healers and beasts. All who could travel to the physical world, Midgård, and who he thought he could have use for was conta ed. He was of course warned that the number of odd things that they would be able to do in Midgård would be very limited, but he made the alliances anyway.
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A couple of Valkyries did make it fairly clear that if he wanted to rape them, they wouldn’t fight very hard, but unfortunately for them, Harry was still a fairly civilised man and as such found the idea of rape repugnant. Roleplay was one thing, but they were talking about aually forcing himself on them, without them having a say. Aesir were just too rough for him. e Vanir was much more humane, he thought. Freja and her handmaidens were delightful companions and they were able to teach him loads without him really noticing. He mastered the Seid and the Galdr, as well as a few ways of using the Runes that he just bet never made the Hogwarts curriculum. He was taught warrior magic by the real Einharjers, which had the added bonus that he could go all out on them, since they could heal anything overnight. He also learned much about himself. One of those things was that he really could love. He loved his wife and his Consorts, and in his mind, he prepared himself to add to their number once he understood that love was not likely to run out for him. He had plenty. He also got the time to deal with his upbringing, his fate and the deaths that he had been close to. All in all, Harry grew up , not in a cupboard or a magic school, but in a tower room in Folkvang. Surrounded by eternal irits of fertility and growth, he learned to battle the avatars of destruion and entropy. He also learned to really appreciate a good tankard of mead, and the subtle differences between the brewing methods. He learned to use a bronze straight razor and how to plait his hair in the short, stiff plait that aually was called “Wolf’s cock”. When he gathered up the deal-tokens that he had been given, he felt quite ready for anything Hogwart’s might throw at him. He knew his stuff. He had had sex a few times, with Freja and some others, but Freja had warned him about it. Apparently the only part of him that was in Vanaheim was his mind, and that many of his acquired skills might vanish, as his real body didn’t have the proper movements down. He also didn’t ejaculate for real, and that he should expe a case of Blueballs that would be on a truly epic scale. Aer all, there were hundreds of ejaculations that he hadn’t had. He worried a bit about that, but was comforted by the fa that his physical body was surrounded by his loved ones. It was time to return, and Freja gave him a handful of red gold necklaces, with dropshaped pendants decorated with his crest but with the text in runes. He could tell there was a story there that he hadn’t heard, but thanked the Goddess profusely. at was when Freja got serious. “Harald, you have been gone from Midgård for almost ten hours, and you’ve been here for several months. I must say that you have used your time well. I like you, but you
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might have learned by now that I’m never really nice or helpful unless it benefits me. You pleased me greatly, and I have used a lot of my influence here to give you what you wanted or needed for that, but I believe there should be a sacrifice as payment for me making all your deals possible. I want your children to end time in Bredablick, under the eyes of Balder. I want your childre n to be taught the Vanir ways, not as worshippers, but as a school. at is my wish.” Harry laughed. He couldn’t stop himself, and he tried to assure the goddess that he wasn’t laughing at her by means of frantic hand signals as he tried to calm down. Aer a while, Jormungandr decided for him that enough was enough, and slammed his mental brakes down, almost making Harry choke. “My apologies, Divine one. e very thing you asked for in sacrifice, was exaly what I was planning to ask for if you had offere d a parting gi. Just keep Oden away from them, and I will gladly send my children here for a while when they reach the age of ten. I understand that this might mess up the whole sacrifice thing, as it is something I want, so you’d better come up with something else you want.” e Goddess looked smug, and then she frowned. “It’s hard. e only things you care enough about to make good sacrifices are things I can’t ask for. Eecially, if I wanted to take one of your friends or lovers away. I know you would fight me for it, and I didn’t bring you to this level to kill you. Here is your sacrifice. You shall love. Any woman or compatible female who asks straight out to bear your children shall have her wish granted. is does not apply of course, if you judge the situation to be one where I might take the child away, like if she’s insane, or a drunkard or things like that. Nor do I ask you to sleep with your stated enemies. You may make whatever legal safeguards you feel necessary, but they better not exclude anyone else. If they ask for your child, you shall let them bear it. e natural way, too. How’s that for a sacrifice?” “As a sacrifice, it’s a very Vanir one, and a rather good one at that. I’m quite hesitant, but I“en, will ofHarald courseFafnersson, obey.” return to Midgård, and think fondly of me sometimes.” “I will, Freja. I may not be the most devou t of people, but if anyone asks who my Goddess is, You are my answer. You have a very nice set of boobs as well, and that really counts for something.” e Goddess laughed, dissolving the solemn mood. “You know, you have a way to pay homage to your Goddess that would make the average atheist green with envy. I will miss you, Harald. Don’t be a stranger.” His world grew foggy, and he felt himself rise through the air like a shooting star until he rejoined his body with an unimpressive jolt. He tried to stand, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even open his eyes. His stomach was on fire, and his crotch ached like he had taken several dire hits by a bludger. He threw himself backwards and started to convulse. He threw up the remaining potion, and tried to control his heaving stomach as he felt something close around his swollen, rock hard and almost purple appendage. As he
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managed to pry his crusty eyes open, he saw Jorunn with tears running down her cheeks riding him furiously. It didn’t take him long to come the first time. He felt like he was trying to shoot a whole bucketful through his penis, and he flooded Jorunn’s insides, filling her womb and making the overflow squirt out around his member. Jorunn was then replaced by Stina, who had changed form to something almost stupidly sexy. She may not have been anat omically corre but she was very tight, and in three minutes, Harry came again. Stina didn’t expel anything, but as he could see her belly extend, she had apparently morphed herself a king-size womb. Disa was next, followed by Gabrielle. By then, the pressure was down so much that she could let him finish in her mouth without risk of drowning. Disa helped with cleaning up the semen, quite greedily a that, and while he hadn’t expelled as much fluid as he had during the wedding night, it was still enough for Disa to thoroughly stuff herself. With the ache gone, and his stomach no longer bothering him about any remaining chemicals, he sat up, and surveyed his surroundings. e circle of ant-repellant was like the border of a warzone. Inside it, the grass was scorched in places and frosty in others. A small purple pool of vomit added a lash of colour and he was still completely naked and quite pale. “Well, that was interesting. So, how was your day?”
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“Father, I’m back” “Greetings, my son. You have grown, I see.” “I hope so, Father Fafnir. I can ill afford to remain a child, but I find myself reluant to grow up.” “Why is that? Are you not eager to fulfil your fate and get on with your life?” “I am, but I have looked at the world with new eyes lately, and I find a childish sense of wonder, that I don’t want to lose.” e Serpent laughed, and smiled a reptilian smile as well as he could. “My son, you have truly matured. Many just grow old. e sense of wonder is a sign that the child’s ability to overlook the wonders of raindrops has passed. at ignorance is what immaturity means. You have gained a sense of wonder, not regained it. It is first when you lose that feeling of wonder that you are truly ready to die. ose who lose it, and who cannot reclaim it, and yet keep from dying have at best a half life, and would have been better off if they had died when they stopped living.” “Father, I don’t understand.” “Once I lived without hope, secure in my power, known to be invincible to man and beast until Sigurd proved me wrong. At that time, my power was all I had, and my only purpose was to remind people that I was powerful. I killed and maimed, because I loathed my very existence, and therefore tried to deny any higher purpose and establish myself as the most powerful. I thought myself to have nothing else, so I tried to make what I was matter. It didn’t matter, though. My power meant nothing, and the only time I have truly been grateful for my power has been here, when I have found someone worthy to share it with. Have you used the wand yet?” “I have. ank you. As a wand, it’s very conduive to my increased power. It’s a bit harder to control charms with, but it has almost no resistance when working on heavier curses and transfigurations. As a staff, it’s great for weaving the Seids and Galdr I’ve learned 209
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from Gullveig. I’m still learning the art of swordmaking and I’m far from good enough to make that sword at this point. Audsilber is incredibly difficult to work with.” “e time will come that is right for such a forging. You are more worthy of my power than I have ever been, and gladly do I share it with you. If such a feat was possible, I would relinquish my power to you. It is strange for a cold blooded thing like myself to find itself caring about any man or beast, but yet I do. e one who calls himself a snake in your lands can not. He revels in darkness and evil, trying to make his own meagre achievements count for something, yet he is what he most reviles. Have you not thought of that?” “Not like that, Father. I have thought it peculiar, but never stopped to consider the reason. It is hard to imagine the supreme egotist as driven by self-loathing. It does make him more human, but also less than human, considering that he has chosen his aions. If he is human, he has fallen beyond redemption.” “Indeed. I enjoy the light arring, but I find myself impatient. Did you ask for me?” “I did. I asked around, and was pointed to Breidablick for a ruling.” “en, all is lost. Balder is good, perh aps too good. Why should he care for the tormented serpent?” “Because he is as good as you say, Father. He will visit you shortly, so I believe this to be the last time I will come to talk with you like this. Perhaps I will see you beyond the realms of Midgård, though.” “You were let to wander in the realm of the Vanir? I did not expe that.” “Oh, I stumbled all over the place. Didn’t care much for Oden, though. Loke was a bit creepy, but all right, I guess. As long as you count your fingers aer shaking his hand, mind you.” “I wouldn’t know. I have never been very gied in the graing limb department. You do well to avoid Oden, as long as you treat him with re e. Aer Ragnarök, he lost himself in his studies. He is still incredibly knowledgeable and powerful, and he could incinerate you by distraion. I agree with of Loke. He realm. was justIf unfortunately poorly gied with judgement, and your placedasses in asment humour-deficient one is aware of his peculiarities, he can be a valuable ally.” “Oh, I am very much aware of them. It was a most illuminating voyage in any number of rees. Freya’s bargain was hard, but I can’t bring myself to even really dislike it, even if I’m not happy about it.” “Oh?” “Any woman who asks to bear my child, shall. ere are some exceptions, but I’m basically unable to refuse them. It might prove uncomfortable, given that Gabrielle says my power and abilities will breed true.” “A most strenuous task, to ask a fieen year old to father a whole race.” “Truly. It is a chore I believe few gets settled with.” “Yes. Have you started?” “I have. Gabrielle, my wife, is about a month and a half gone. It’s been showing for a while, though, so we don’t know what kind of gestation we’re looking at. e time frame differs between Humans and Veela, and we don’t even know what I am yet.”
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“If my guess is worth anything, I would guess that the initial development of the child is quite rapid, but that the full development of the child will be slower. is is oen the case with highly magical being s. e body develops quickly until it can sustain a core, then it slows down to form it, which I believe is quite time-consuming. A guess, but one sustained by much observing.” “ank you, Father. You might just be corre. My other ladies are awaiting my decision, even if they know that they can make me impregnate them any time they choose.” “If you wish to delay, I would advise you to care frequently for their physical needs, so that they never feel the need to force the issue in order to get their hungers sated. My son, much as I enjoy seeing you again, you have said that Balder himself will come to see me. I need to prepare, and you need to, ah, plug some wells, I believe it was once called.” “You are right, of course. I hope to see you in Vanaheim then, Father, and may your body be returned to you.” “One can only hope, my son. One can always hope.” *
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“Yeah. I had a piece of man yesterday, and he made me come and all, but he wasn’t Harry. Why the hell am I telling you this? You’re fourteen, damn it.” “Does it help if I tell you that I bring myself off, usually thinking about Harry, twice a day? Weasley fa. We’re attuned to sex and reproduion. As the first girl in generations, I might either turn into a complete slut, a baby-making machine or both. Hot blooded? You don’t know the half of it. e bad side is that I feel when someone is horny, and I get ideas.” “at’s how you knew what to say, wasn’t it?” “Yeah. I could track you by scent, too. Why don’t we co somewhere so you can slide those knickers off. ey can’t be comfortable.” Tonks saw an opening to get some kind of upper hand. She felt thoroughly humiliated, and to top it off, she was getting horny again. “Oh, you’re just trying to get my knickers off. Is there something Harry should know about you?” “Give up, Nymphadora. Do you really think Harry would mind that I like the taste of girls as much as he probably does? How about it, Tonks? Want a little schoolgirl tongue on your button?” Ginny was grinning wickedly as she sensed the surge that went through the auror. She was bagged, she just didn’t know it yet. Ginny was quite horny these days, and she was tired of fingering herself. Here was a really hot girl, who even could change shape. She could get some info on Harry, and get off at the same time. It was like Christmas, really. Tonks was surrendering, and stood up. “It’s not safe here for little morsels like you. I’m taking you home to my place. ere, I might just shackle you to the wall to make sure you don’t go running around again, before I turn you over to a Giant’s daughter I know. Come along now, Miss Weasley. You’re a bad bad girl, and I know just what to do with you.” swallowed. Her given knickers just afrightening few seconds from beingatsoaked through, and Ginny the images Tonks had her were was both and exciting the same time. e Auror had finally beaten her at her own game, but she’d be damned if she backed out now. is might be fun. *
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ere was infinite caring in her aions and gestures, and very little sex, as she pulled down his trousers and wrapped a bathrobe over his shoulders. She took him by the hand and led him int o the bath. She sat him down in the magnificent marble utility, put a tankard of mild, ice-cold mead in his hand and started to rub his shoulders. Neither had said a word. She was sitting behind him on the edge of the bath, letting his head rest in her lap as she rubbed his shoulders and caressed his face. She was naked, of course, but she wasn’t projeing anything. Her eyes were downcast, and her nipples were relaxed. As he looked at them, they began to contra a bit, so he focused on relaxing himself instead. It was hard, and he felt just how tense he was. He felt some movement in his mind, and understood that Gabrielle was using the link. Two minutes later, Stina walked in, wearing nothing but a gentle smile. She stepped into the water and dissolved her body below the surface. Harry felt strong jets of water beat into his tense muscles. Strong currents rubbed the tension out and he relaxed, enjoying the feeling, the quiet company and the cold mead. Gabrielle was working everything above the surface, and Stina was working below. ey washed him, rubbing the soaps in, and then Stina would bring water up to rinse him. His member aually stayed asleep as Stina gently washed it. He heard some movement out in the bedroom, and sensed Disa and Jorunn making the bed up and tilting the head side upwards and moving the bed slightly. It was still quiet, except from the creaking of moving furniture and the rushing water. Gabrielle discreetly refilled his tankard. When he made a move to get up, Stina flowed up from the water and held his robe out for him. He kissed her, and slipped it on before going out to the bedroom. e two strong Huldr had pulled his bed up to the panoramic window so he could lie down and look out over the Loch. He laid himself down in the middle of the bed, as he heard his girls hit the shower. Stina was first out, completely dry, of course, and she crawled up to him, settling down on his right arm. She was gloriously naked, but more beautiful than sexy, and she was kissing him soly when the others came out. Gabrielle settled down on his le side, but he moved her to a sitting position in front of him. He sang a few notes, and conjured a so brush, and started to brush her hair. e little Veela was almost purring ans he straightened her hair out with long, gentle strokes. When her hair was done, he ent some ten minu tes on Stina’s hair as well, brushing it out and just enjoying playing with it. Disa got both her hair and tail well brushed, and he worked the fur on her chest until it shone like golden honey. He was completely relaxed. He enjoyed the work and the view, and as his member began to harden, he did nothing about it. Jorunn had the longest hair and the strongest reaion to his ministrations as he brushed in long, even strokes from her head an d almost to her knees. e wonderful
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so tail got even soer, and he was beginning to feel the scent of excited Huldr. He was done with the brush , and vanished it. As Jorunn was laid out over his knee, and with his hardening member pressing against her stomach, he slipped his hand between her legs. She parted them immediately for him, and he fingered her to a gentle, but very long orgasm. He continued with Stina, aually merging his hand to her genitals, bringing her to a fast climax which caused her to lose her form, so she had to withdraw to the bath for a while to regain her composure. He laid back with his wife and Disa, and as he pulled Gabrielle’s back towards his chest, he took a firm grip on Disa’s prominent nipples, making her ga. He sang again, and with the notes, he formed the backdoor charm on Gabrielle, and pushed inside her tight arse. He drove it as deep as he could, and then he morphed himself just a little bigger, and Gabrielle turned her head and kissed him deeply as she shuddered in her orgasm. She slid herself off him slowly, taking care to show him and Disa how the enormous member slowly slipped out of her tight little hole. As soon as it was free, Disa’s hot mouth claimed it, and Gabrielle joined in, sucking and licking. Harry laid back and enjoyed the feeling as he absently stroked Disa’s tail and quim. She didn’t quite cum when he pushed his thumb into her arse, but it was a close thing. e Huldr was very wet, and she was throbbing against his fingers. When he eventually came, Disa swallowed most of the load, and Gabrielle lapped up the drops that escaped and the sight of the little Veela’s pleasure in doing so drove Disa over the edge, making her bushy tail fluff out in a quite amusing way and elicited a very nice moan. He stayed in bed, with the girls alternating between sucking him and kissing him until he fell asleep. He woke up briefly in the middle of the night, when Jorunn had been a bit too firm sucking him. He climbed out of bed, bringing Jorunn with him, and together they climbed the stairs to the highest tower, where he entered her. He drove her from peak to peak for half an hour before emptying himself in her womb. ey had stayed silent, and Jorunn had been less feral than usual. It had been slow and steady, theyhad hadcalmed kissed adown lot and generally, it had she beenhad a brilliant session of holding lovemaking. When they aer their joining, surprised him by him close in her strong arms. She kissed him repeatedly, and said the first words that had been uttered at Kilchurn Castle that day. “I love you.” *
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Silence ruled again. Augusta smiled inwardly. is was working out just fine. Maybe a slight fanning of the flame couldn’t hurt. She thought for a moment. “My Neville is, or was, a good friend of the boy. He hasn’t grieved a bit, and he’s apparently in conta with that Pritchard fellow at Kilchurn Castle. Sometimes he disappears for the day, and now we have Peaterglow growing in the pond. It’s only found in Loch Awe, according to my books. I have also seen that silvery falcon frequently this past month.” “Surely you can get a straight answer from him?” “No. He flatly refuses, and there’s something new and strong about him that I frankly do not dare to challe nge. I am loathe to admit it, but I slipped a track er in his pocket once. It was a family heirloom, and more than a little Dark. When he came back, it was destroyed. All the Dark enchantments were removed, and only the neutral ones remained. Fortunately, the mapper of the thing is neutral, but once he got close to Kilchurn Castle, the map went blank. ere’s also the thing about the Grindyl ows, but I’m sure you’ ve heard about that.” “Not me. What about them?” “e littletopests used to of have just outside the castle, theyaround have all moved west, the far side thetheir lakehabitat from Kilchurn. Nothing Darkbut stays the castle.” Lady Davis frowned. ese news should be passed on to her son, who would bring them to the Dark Lord, but there was something in this that made the lady’s alarms go off. e new player at Kilchurn Castle had upset the playfield. ese and other rumours had him painted as a grey, but at least light grey wizard of incredible power, and possibly even a Sorcerer. He had taken dire aion against an assassin for the Dark Lord without even breaking pace. He was obviously not afraid of the Death Eaters, and he was also Harry Potter’s guardian. Harry Potter who had brought up a shield that withstood some of the strongest of her sons allies, and ripped the magic out of some real powerhouses and killed several others. If the boy was truly alive, there would be Pritchard, Potter and Dumbledore on one side, and the Dark Lord’s viory didn’t feel like such a foregone conclusion any longer. Perhaps it was time to have a mild change of famil y direion. She decided to announce it in this circle first. It could prove useful, eecially if Lady Longbottom read the word to her grandson, and on to Kilchurn. “I’ll remember that, and stay away,” she said with a laugh.”Or maybe I should ask Alfred to go have a look. anks to him, our family is more Dark than anything.” Augusta Longbottom was stunned. is was something she hadn’t expeed. eir circle had always involved women from all over the greyscale, but never before had anyone aually admitted to being Dark. “Bellisima, did you just say what I think you said?” “I believe I did,on Augusta. Once upon a time, myI saw son was takenininitbythen, a very eaker who went about our proud traditions. no harm butcharismatic when that became a motive for murdering those who simply were born to the wrong parents, I don’t know. I am still as sceptical as ever regar ding the Muggle world, but I can admit these days that it is mostly due to my own ignorance. It hardly seems fair to kill them all just because I don’t want to learn something. If I send my granddaughter to Kilchurn, do you
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think she’ll be well received? She is at least a familiar face to Potter, even if he may not trust her, being Slytherin and all.” Augusta looked around. She knew, of course, which of the ladies present who were from shadier families. To her surprise, they all had pensive looks on their faces, like they were trying to figure out how to approach Kilchurn themselves. She turned back to Bellisima Davis. “Why don’t I mention the question to my grandson, and see what happens?” Lady Marshbanks oke up. “Oh, cut it out, Augusta. We’re all too well versed in the games, so why don’t we move the meeting to the political side completely? You have a conneion to Kilchurn, and Bellisima wants to switch sides to prote her family. Can you help her or not?” e ladies all started to snicker. ey appreciated the games, but perhaps it was time to start moving, and the Oldest Lady always had a short temper. ey were of course aware of the nickname for their little social club, but maybe it was time to form the GOL-party for real, instead of aing behind the scenes all the time. Augusta grinned and turned to the dark-haired old beauty beside her. “Yes, Bellisima. I can help you. Someone will most likely conta you, and do keep your prejudices low. e first time one of the Kilchurn Ladies came by, I almost had a coronary. Trust me on this, ladies. Most of what we’ve been told about certain creatures is wrong. Due to my srcinal reai on, I don’t know them very well, but my grand son considers at least one of them a close personal friend. e whole ’vicious beast’ thing that taints many of them seems to be un out of whole cloth. When I insulted one of them, she reonded in kind, with eloquence and gravitas, and as they live at Kilchurn, they’re certainly not dark.” “What about the rest of us?” asked Rose Parkinson. “My moron of a son allied us to the Malfoys through that thrice-damned betrothal, but we want out. Lucius is a squib, and Draco has no proes at all. Maybe my motives aren’t so pure, but I want as far away from the Dark Lord as I can while I still have some family le.” “I really can’t say too much about that. My grandson is the chief diplomat of our Lord Kilchurn, not me. I will discuss the matter with him. May I suggest another meeting next week at our estate? Perhaps I can arrange for some Kilchurn presence then, so we all can ask our questions direly?” “A capital idea,” said Lady Marshbanks. “All in favour, say Aye?” e choir was impressive, and as she le for home, Augusta Longbottom hoped that she had done the right thing. *
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e sudden appearance of ten iron statues, slowly tumbling over, had been hilarious. Hehad been tasked to incapacitate, to maim and to evade, and he had breezed through his tasks with ease, going viciously creative when Björn had launched at him himself. e short Einharjer was suddenly trying to carry testicles the size of beachballs, and when Harry had cast an illusion on his boots, making them look like football shoes, Björn had yielded very quickly. Aer that little recreational aivity, he had gone over to the smithy, and had managed to get Surt to close his smithy for the day, and end it getting the smithy at Kilchurn back in working order. e castle’s smithy was more adapted to making weapons and such, but it was in better shape that he had thought. It was even fully stocked on tools and coal, and the master and apprentice smith went at it like kids in a candy store. Soon, the forge was roaring, and some Arching had provided them with enough Audsilber to praice on, as Harry learned the Art of Swordmaking. ey were bantering and playing as he learnt the light touch with the heavy hammers, he learnt the partcasting and the little tricks to keep the weight down without compromising with the strength of the blade. He wasn’t ready to make the Fafnir blade yet, but he made himself some niy knifes and a lochaber axe just to get a feel for making the edge. He did discover that he could sing the metal into a higher density around the edges, making them very sharp. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get it to work on the magically tranarent Audsilber, but the metal was easy to make sharp anyway. Surt was having a field day with some of the tools. Apparently, some of the things in there was made for ecific tasks, like bending the finger joints on an armoured glove and the likes. Harry was too focused on his own work to pay real attention, and it was many hours before they had had enough of the castle’s smithy and walked the steps to the castle proper for a meal. *
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Harry smiled at the jibe, and swung the cast iron grates that blocked the fireplace open, and Neville stepped through, dapper and elegant in immaculate, deep green robes. “Hi Nev. Looking good there.” “ank you. It’s easy to dress well these days. I just put on what Susan tells me to,and like magic, I look good.” ey laughed and sat down in the huge armchairs, and one of the Sanuary elves brought them some mead. Aer the usual social health interrogation, Neville straightened up as an unoken sign that it was time for business. “Harry, there has been a strange movement towards you in the last week. anks to Gran I have an ear in the Grand Old Lady camp, and many of the Dark- aligned families seems to be withdrawing from the Death Eaters among them. Some are aively looking for a way to switch sides, and Gran has brought me some requests for audiences. I have read the rumour that nothing Dark can survive near the castle, so I think the meet-andgreet requests are genuine.” “Any one I know? I don’t particularly care for being a Malfoy alibi, but if I can rob Voldemort of ones sometosupport, for it.”at escaping are the Davis family, and Tracey “e first make a I’m clearallattempt is even in our year. e Parkinsons are close behind, but it’s the Tracey Davis who’s on my agenda for today. Her Grandmother asked if Tracey would be well received if she came here to parley. I should warn you, though. Her ’parleying’ might involve the loss of clothes.” “Tracey? e blackhaired girl behind you in Potions? Aually, I didn’t think she was Dark, but that might be because of her eyes, of course.” “Yeah, she’s a looker, all right. ose eyes are incredible, and she uses them well. Not even Snape can resist them. e rest of her is shapely, too, and when she’s in seduive mode, she’s pretty irresistible. Not compared to our ladies, of course, but then again, who could compare?” “One day, Neville, I’ll show you a pensieve memory from Vanaheim that will blow your socks off, but not today. You’re my political advisor. What do you think?” e grin that appeared on the open and honest face of Neville Longbottom was almost vicious. “You see, Harry old bean, Tracey has been involved in some of my potion mishaps, and I believe she owes Gryffindor at least fiy points for that. Here’s my idea...” *
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She was to wait here, outside the wards of her home at sunset. She was not to bring anything Dark, as it could kill her just by proximity. She was to dress warm. She was, and that was the terrifying part, to prepare herself to convince the Lord Kilchurn her personal devotion to aornon-hostile and, pending her success, he would of consider her family neutral, in the case relation, of great success, as protégés. e note had not been signed, and there was nothing to be told from the handwriting. To Tracey, it sounded like she would have to seduce this unknown man, this powerhouse that had her father quaking in his bloodstained boots. She wasn’t half as confident as she felt she should be. She didn’t know anything about him, except that he was nice to children. at had led her to choose a slightly childish wardrobe for the evening. Her school blouse from last year still fit her fairly well, and stretched just enough in the right places Fortunately, her B-cups were firm enough to do well without a bra, and her dark nipples and aureoles were clearly visible.. A knee-long skirt and knee-high socks made her look both innocent and alluring, as the skirt was cut to show off her firm little butt, and she knew that she had very nice legs. Her make-up was discreet, and as always done to enhance her eyes. She had pulled her shoulder-long black hair back in a ponytail, and the result hadn’t been half bad. On top of it all was a winter cloak for warmth. e night was warm enough, but the note had told her to, and she would obey. Hell, she would obey anything if it could get her family away from the Death Eaters and the Death Chef himself. Draco, the arrogant bastard, had told her many times that when they had won, he would request her services as mistress one day just to shoot his load in her eyes. If she had to accept that very treatment from this didn’t man to staybegin awaytofrom theher little snivelling son-of-a-squib, she would. Gladly. Loathing even cover feelings towards the Malfoy scion. Her seething was interrupted by the falcons arrival. It took a seat on her shoulder and stretched out a leg with another note on it. Don’t be alarmed. You are under the proteion of Lord Kilchurn for the time being. Hank knows who you are. What the hell was that supposed to mean? en, she screamed. It wasn’t a dragon. It was too small to begin with, and the wings were too large for the body. Whatever it was, it was coming straight for her, showing itself against the setting sun. She understood why she had gotten the second note, because she was just about to run and hide. Strangely, the falcon had stayed on her shoulder through her scream, and was aually rubbing itself against her cheek, as if to comfort her. e monstrous flying reptile hovered in front of her, and landed with surprising grace. It turned it’s huge, vaguely horse-like face towards her, and to her shock, it winked at her.
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She tried to ignore her terro r, and studied the beast. It was large and black , but it seemed to glitter in the light of the sunset. She stretched out a trembling hand towards it, and touched the neck. It was scaly, of course, and not as warm as she would expe a dragon to be, but she was convinced that it had to be a dragon of some unknown sort. She had looked at the magnificent beast for two whole minutes before she even saw the saddle, and the note pinned to it. Miss Davis, meet Hank. He is a Leharv, a cousin of the Dragons and one of the few of his kind that’s le in the world. He is fast and dependable, but he also likes to play. You will be safe though. He knows his job. He is very intelligent, and can understand you well enough even if his reonses are limited. Enjoy the flight. She was supposed to get to the Castle on the back of a Dragon! Suddenly, her fears were gone, and excitement had replaced them. She looked at the Leharv again and smiled at it... him. “Hank, was it?” she asked, and the Leharv nodded with something suiciously close to a grin. He jerked his head towards the saddle, and she climbed aboard, and felt a Sticking charm take hold of her, pressing her down in the saddle, so that the conta between her and the saddle was absolute. She thanked her lucky star that she had decided to put on some underwear, as that hadn’t srcinally been part of her outfit, but if she hadn’t worn her white cottons the saddle would probably have chafed her bits raw, and that would have been unfortunate. She might just need them later. e beast took off soly, and except from a so scaly clatter, it was soundless as well. e falcon kept pace with them, as the huge creature accelerated through the air, going faster than any broom she had ever ridden. She could feel the powerful magic surrounding the beast, and she was also acutely aware of the power between her legs. ere was a low rumbling coming from the beast as it flew north, staying low over fields and lakes. e falcon at her side was shimmering in the fading light and for the first time, Tracey was taken by the beauty of the moment. e feeling didn’t last long, as the vibrations of the beast travelled through the saddle and it seemed to her like the feeling of power was going straight for her carefully groomed little snatch. Aer about an hour on the wing, Hank swooped down over a lake, and she screamed in excitement as the beast suddenly dropped a hundred feet, skimming the surface of the long Loch. e movement also pushed her down in the saddle, pressing towards a part of her that she had been acutely aware of for a while. e mighty beast between her legs was sending shivers through the saddle, and she was throbbing in reonse. She just knew that the thin white cotton was comp letely
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tranarent by now, and as the huge wings clawed the air for altitude, she bit her lip and groaned soly. e landing I front of the castle wasn’t half as graceful as the one at her home, and the thump sent shivers through her, and she had to recognise the fa that she was sopping wet, swollen and ready and quite severely worked up. Not even the chilling sight of the dark and forbidding castle was sufficient to put out the fire under her skirt. e Sticking charm dissolved, and she climbed off. Hank took off again, as the gates of the castle swung open on their own. She heard a tinkling sound, and a quick feel confirmed that her earrings had shattered. She quickly surmised that there must have been Dark enchantments on them ,and she realised that she was not making a very good impression and right now, she really wanted to seduce someone. She walked up the few steps and entered the antehall where she was met by a gorgeous girl, dressed in a short white tunic and a gold belt. Her eyes were a startling luminous yellow, and her hair was incredibly long, and pitch black. e girl beckoned for her to follow, and Tracey was led through a bewildering maze of halls and stairs, and Tracey noticed right away that this unknown girl had an even better arse than she did. As they walked, she began entertaining fantasies of what it would be like to touch it, to caress it. Aer a while, she really wanted the girl to bend forwards, as the short tunic would show her if the girl truly didn’t have knickers. She was seriously wondering what another girl would taste like, and she found that she really wanted to find out. Tracey had no way of knowing that she had been targeted by whatever allure Gabrielle could proje in her animagus form, by the allure of Harry and at the moment, the purely physical allure of the Huldr. It was hard for Jorun n to proje it when she had her tail retraed, but she could sense her success . e girl behind her were inche s away from assaulting her. As Tracey barely had a dry ot le on her knickers, Jorunn led her to the Grand Hall. She stepped aside at the doors, and motioned for Tracey to step through. Tracey looked around the room. ere was a long table, with books and maps on it, as well as some strange things that she had never seen before, like something that looked like a skull from a creature with fangs and a large horn on its forehead. A carnivorous unicorn, perhaps? ere was a huge fireplace with two armchairs in front of it with a low table between them. Someone was sitting in the right one. Caradoc Pritchard. appeared to bethe perfely held girl, a tankard in one hand,on and other was He absently stroking head ofrelaxed. a barely He dressed who was kneeling thehis floor beside him. e girl was just as beautiful as the one who had led her ther e, only this one was a blonde, and had the most eacular breasts that Tracey had ever seen. Her eyes were downcast, but her smile indicated that she was enjoying the middle aged man’s ministrations.
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“Welcome to Kilchurn Castle, Miss Davis. Please, have a seat.” His voice was deep and throbbed like a bell. Tracey shivered as she removed her cloak, and hanged it over the back of the free chair. ose dark eyes of his never le her face, never wandered, and she felt like he was gazing into her soul. Her Occlumency shields were nothing ecial, but she pulled them up anyway. e faint smile that crossed his face told her that he had noticed, but she had a strong feeling that they didn’t matter much to him, if he wanted to breach them. e way his eyes didn’t leave her face was slightly unsettling to her. He was a man, aer all, and men wer e supposed to at least glance at her boobs. ey were right there, damn it, and she was even pointing at him without the benefit of hands. If he didn’t notice her as female, she could just forget about getting shagged tonight, and she really wanted to get shagged. As if he was reading her mind, he bent down and caressed the kneeling girl’s breasts and Tracey couldn’t help but ga. e sorcerer was still watching her in silence, and as she took a seat in the offered chair, she had to break the silence. “ank you, My Lord. First, please allow me to apologise for the earrings. I had no idea that they were enchanted at all.” “I know. Hank told me about them. Apparently there was an eavesdropping charm on them, as well as a loyalty curse. If you had said or done something that the controller of the ells deemed too dangerous or treasonous or just disloyal, the controller could use those earrings to torture you. I don’t like that.” He was constantly stroking the busty beauty as he oke, and she preened and moved to make him reach some of the places that she wanted stroked. He didn’t look anything ecial. He had wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes. His nose was broken and he radiated power. She couldn’t help biting her lip in excitement. She hated her body for it, but it clearly recognised a superior male, and wanted to submit. She could clearly feel her pulse in her knickers. She had to say something. “My Lord, on behalf of the Davis family, excepting my father and brother, I state that we are not your ene mies. We may not be very Light, but our history with the Dark is recent, and to most of us, abhorrent. I do not plead for my father, who willingly took the mark, or my brother who probably will any day, but I beg you, My Lord, not to consider our whole family as enemies.” “Miss Davis, I find myself unconvinced of your efforts to stay closer to the light. As your family’s descent into the darkness was, as such, done without effort, does it sound reasonable to you that you would be resurreed by nothing more than words?” “No, My Lord, it does not. Our reason for asking this audie nce was for me to find out what I, or we, can do in order to save our selves. My Lord, how can we gain your proteion? What do we have that you might want? How can I earn it? ere’s nothing I wouldn’t do.” e kneeling girl obviously took this as a challenge and smirked at her and leant forward. With her perfe bum in the air, she proceeded to lick her Master’s feet. Tracey blushed a bright crimson as the Sorcerer arched an eyebrow at her. She stifled an excited moaning, and answered the unoken question. “Yes. I did say anything.”
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“Very well, Miss Davis. Tell me about Harry Potter, please.” “He is in my year, but I don’t know him. e oradic conta usually involved some kind of plot against him. Unfortunately, the current climate in Slytherin doesn’t allow for fence-sitting, and I have partaken in much more atrocities than I really care for. He seems like a good boy,... man, and I was saddened by his death . I no longer believe that he’s dead, though. I’d rather think he’s irited off somewhere, getting training I the Light Arts or something.” Pritchard grinned at her, and she smiled shyly in reonse . e kneeling girl bent over again, pressing her cheek to the floor, and the powerful man stroked her butt as she purred. Tracey almost lost it, and she was afraid there might just be a wet stain le when she got out of the chair. He was still looking at her face, nowhere else, and she felt herself preening a bit, trying to draw attention to her breasts or legs, to no avail. “I have no real reason to believe you. Unfortunately, my legilimency, which could settle the matter, is powerful enough to destroy a mind, so it’s fairly useless on people I might want to let live. Now, I will put a few charms on you, in order to keep my secrets. Do you mind?” She shook her head vigorously. She wouldn’t deny him anything. “Good. You are right, and my young charge is indeed in training for the light side. As you may have guessed, I’m not particularly light myself. I am grey, or as I prefer to put it, human. I want for my charge to be in touch with his inner Dark, although I know he doesn’t have much. You are fairly excited now, aren’t you?” She bit her lip and nodded. “You would really like for me to bend you over the chair you’re sitting in and just fuck you, wouldn’t you?” She nodded again, and couldn’t stop herself from moaning, which made the kneeling girl smile. won’t, but by means thatin feeling. I want you to seduce Harry, you have“Ithe chance. Notalljust for ahold quickie a broom cupboard, but I want youwhen to show him the joys available from what is considered Dark. You can do that, can’t you? You can encourage him to use you, to be a bit rough and to dominate you? I want him to feel Masterly, so I want you to seduce him as a slave, kind of thing. Now, I can tell you that he is rather large, so if you let him do your arse there might just be a bonus. You can beg him for that, can’t you?” Her large eyes were very wide. She was also on the brink of orga sm. Of course she would. She would be Harry Potter’s little secret plaything. She would become someone he could pull into a cupboard any time he felt like a quick blow job or an instant shagging. It was easy enough to carry a few bottles of lubricant and numbing potion around, and she couldn’t believe why she hadn’t thought of it before. She knew she was a bit too horny to thing straight, but she had the feeling that asking this might be a good idea. “My Lord, should I make myself available to Neville Longbo ttom as well? I have treated him badly, and as he apparently works for you, I need to make amends.” “A very good idea, Miss Davis. Neville did manage to get you here, and as that might j ust save your life, you’re in his debt as well. I suggest you discuss it with Susan Bones first,
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though. She is his girlfriend, or fiancé, I’m not quite sure which, but she might just allow it. She might just join in, aually, but make sure you talk to her before aing.” “Yes My Lord.” “For the time being, I will make no hostile moves again st the Davis family. If your father or brother gets in the way, though, I won’t are them.” “I understand, My Lord. I might warn them, though.” “at choice is certainly yours to make. You are not my allies, and you are not my friends, but if anything would happen to you, I will at least ask questions. If you want the proteion of the House of Kilchurn you know what to do now, don’t you?” “My Lord, I will submit myself to Susan Bones, as a way to redeem myself to Lord Longbottom, and I will do my utmost to gain Harry Potter as my Master, and serve him with my body. Is that right, My Lord?” He nodded, and even smiled warmly at her as her shivering intensified, and she rubbed her thighs together trying to find release. “Yes Tracey. Now, the deal hinges on your successful seduion of my charge, but you will need Lord Longbottom’s support for that. I would like to put you under a charm now, if you don’t mind. An incentive, if you will. It will make you unable to orgasm with anyone other than Harry, and even then, not before he finishes inside you. May I place the charm? How serious are you about this?” “My Lord, you may place me under any charm. I will do mybest to fulfil my obligation, and if I fail, it is a fitting punishment.” e wave of power that washed over her brought her the relief she had been searching for. e orgasm, possibly her last for a very long time, was violent and loud but it le her wanting for more. She could barely move on her own, and as the girl who had guided her inside led her down into the bowels of the castle, Tracey was achingly aware of the other girl’s ere nipples, and how beautiful those full lips looked, and how much she wanted those lips on her nethers. She knew she couldn’t, though. Her body was aimed at a ecific task now. She would have to take care of her body, because it belonged to Harry Potter. As she had oken the terms out loud, the reality of it all had struck her. Family First. at was something she had lea rned a long time ago. It was more deeply ingrained in her than the potty training, and now she was to enslave herself for the Family. e monumental contrast between her pride in her effort for her family, and the humiliation in becoming a toy warred inside her until she saw the kneeling girl next to the Sorcerer. She took pride in her position! ere was no humiliation in her eyes, and her pride finally won. She, Tracey Davis, would serve her way into the Kilchurn House, thereby saving her family and form a conneion to a great house and there was pride to be found in the servitude. She was going to be the best damn sex toy the world had ever seen! She was led down into the castle, and through a peculiar arch in a darkened room. She wasn’t even surprised to find herself a few steps from her house, and inside the wards as well. She didn’t look back as she went inside, headed straight to the library and plundered it on everything related to sex and seduion before she headed for her study. Her grandmother came knocking an hour later.
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“So, Tracey. How was it, and did you make it?” “Yes Grandmother. At the moment, we are not his enemies no matter what Father and my stupid brother might do. Once I fulfil my part of our deal, though, we might just come under his proteion, or even become his allies.” “at must be a very serious deal. May I know the details?” “No, but that is my choice, not a term. We did nothing as they fell into Dark ness, dragging us along. I will earn our ascension through hard work, but the task is worthy and even something I might have chosen to do anyway. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to it.”
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Pepper and vinegar, besides, e word read like wildfire, and the slamming of wards in Knockturn Alley was almost audible. Caradoc Pritchard was in the alley and he wasn’t alone. Yes, the Caradoc Pritchard. Yes, this Alley. No idea. A pretty sixteenish girl who stayed very close to him. e Witches and Wizards flowed out of the shops and gathered along the narrow street, trying to look like they weren’t gawking. e pair made a serious impa on the people watching. e brown-haired couple were walking slowly up Diagon Alley towards the Cauldron side from Gringott’s, ever so oen stopping to look at the dilays in the shop-windows. He wore a long grey cloak, and carried a silvertipped staff of what looked like ivory, and probably wasn’t. On his shoulder rode the silverblue Peregrine, and at his side was a young beauty, with the same wavy brown hair as the older man, but hers reached far down her back. Her robes were more form-fitting, and more silvery than grey. She also wore a girdle in silver, inscribed with Norse runes. She was a lot less stately, and praically bounced along, making her chest bounce in counterpoint to the delight of the young males present which coincidentally included one Dean omas, who was there with his mum and little sister. As soon as the Sorcerer saw little Jenny omas, he walked over to her, pulling the girl along. He nodded at Mrs omas and Dean before kneeling down to Jenny, supported by his staff. “Hello again, young Lady omas.” He smiled at her. “Hello Mister Pritchard.” He heard the sharp intakes of breaths around him at the little girl’s indiscretion. “You can call me Caradoc, Miss omas. is is my daughter, Elaine.” 227
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“Hello Elaine. You are very pretty. Would you go out with my brother? He’s just underfoot at home in the summer.” A lot of people laughed, and Dean looked mortified. ’Elaine’ took a bit of pity on him, and looked him in the face before she answered. “Hello Jenny. It’s nice to meet someone who isn’t scared of Father, and I don’t think I will go out with your brother. He’s very handsome, and he’s noble and brave, but I already have a boyfriend, and I wouldn’t want to seem greedy.” e young girl seemed to consider this seriously. “You’re right. It wouldn’t be fair to some other girl I guess.” ’Elaine’ was still looking Dean in the eyes and agreed. “No, there’s a girl out there who deserves a good guy. I’m sorry if I have embarrassed you, Mr omas, but for some undisclosed reason, I have heard quite a lot about you and I liked what I heard. I didn’t mean to tease you.” e Jamaican Gryffindor straightened his back, smiled at the pretty girl. “No harm done, and blushing is good for the skin, I’m told. Your boyfriend is a lucky bloke all right. Tell him ’hi’ from me, would you?” “I will. You’re an artist, aren’t you?” “Becoming one, more likely, and if you ever want a portrait done, or just want to model a bit, give me a call.” “Sure. I’m Elaine, by the way. I think we’ll be seeing each other again.” “I’m Dean. Tell your boyfriend ’happy birthday’ from me and Seamus, as well.” She smiled brilliantly at him, confirming his suicions. Harry was alive, and he had bagged himself quite a babe somewhere, too. He turned his attention to his baby sister who was giggling uncontrollably. e grey Lord had hitched his robes up a bit, revealing his socks. ey were pink. As their previous conversation had been printed and published many times, the crowd smiled in recognition. “You see, Jenny, I did listen. I try to wear something pink every time I’m trying not to scare people. Now, I have something for you.” He concentrated, and held his palm out. When Frigg had taught him this little piece, he had thought of Jenny, and further in the future, his own children. It was a very complicated charm, and almost impossible to do without the large number if Foci that his Seidsong could provide. With an image firmly in mind, he sang the Fylgja song. His voice expanded, and filled the street, sounding like it was coming from all direions at once, as the magic coalesced over his hand. When he was done, there was a silver pendant there, with an open lid, and above it hovered a small image of a Leharv made of bluish light. e tiny illusion flew around her a few times, before it settled on the pendant again and crawled inside. “is little tyke is called Vingfåle, and he’s like a watchdog. He’s pretty smart, and if you’re in trouble, or hurt, he will either carry you to my Castle, or just help you if he can. When you’re alone, you can open the lid and play with him. You shouldn’t do that around
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people who don’t know about magic, because then, he will just be still, like a hologram if you know what that is?” She nodded vigorously without taking her eyes of the pendant so he continued. “If you’re all in trouble, he can even carry your entire family along, or you can use him like a night light if you want to. He doesn’t mind.” “Was that a little dragon?” “No, not quite. Why don’t you ask your brother? If he doesn’t know, he can find out.” “You know, you’re not scary at all. It’s the socks.” “He may not be scary, young Lady, but he still commands incredible ree.” said a voice behind him. Harry had known that they were approaching, and addressed the two Grand Old Ladies before turning around. “Lady Longbottom, Lady Davis. Lady Longbottom, it’s nice to meet you finally, seeing as you are my liege and all, and Lady Davis, it’s good that I get to meet you before you come under my proteion.” Augusta smiled beatifically at him, and Bellisima frankly grinned and asked. “Is that a certainty, then? Tracey has been less than forthcoming about your agreement.” “e task I assigned her is hard, and hers to tell you abo ut. e odds are stacked against her, but as she is as talented and resourceful as she is beautiful, I have no doubt that she will excel. Her counterpart in our deal is unaware of it, which should help her.” “May I tell my granddaughter of your faith in her abilities?” “Naturally. No offense intended of course, but formally, you’re still not my friends and I choose my words rather carefully. Nothing I tell you is very secret. You may also tell her that Hank took a liking to her, and would like another go.” He smiled rather impudently as he nodded at the two impressive GOL’s. ey both made the most interesting faces as they tried on different explanations for the last line, and failing. Suddenly, he felt someone behind him. Someone invisible. e feeling was strange. e person was dangerous, hated him and posed no threat. He straightened up, let blue fire flow over the carvings on his staff and turned to face the unseen person. His Sorcerer’s sight cut right through the Disillusionment charm, and revealed an approaching Bellatrix LeStrange, covered by layer aer layer of shields. Her wand was tucked away in her cleavage, clearly visible to his Sight, and she held a red flag with a black Dark Mark in the corner. Someone’s memories told him that this was a Parley Flag. He was supposed to allow the emissary to say her piece, they would somehow exchange gis and it was bad form to kill her unless she was rude. He gave the shields a closer look, and found out how to get past them. He wouldn’t be able to get anything heavy through, without destroying them, but that suited his crude plan nicely. He wouldn’t kill her, of course. Some day, he would capture her and hand her over to Neville. His now best friend and most loyal liege should have fun with that. When she was about twenty paces off, he oke. “at’s close enough, Mrs LeStrange. I can see your flag, but it is technically invisible so I don’t feel very obliged to ree it at the moment.”
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e air shimmered, and the crowds gave a colleive ga as the feared Death Eater appeared in their midst. She didn’t look like her normal fierce and fanatical self, though. She did wear the mask, but it was decidedly feminine, and looked more like a stylized version of her own face than the customary skull, and it was clearly made to be beautiful. e hood was pulled down, allowing her dark hair to flow freely over her shoulders, and her robes was a lot more figure-hugging than the usual smoc ks she wore . e waist was pulled together with a black corset-like thing that Harry vaguely recognized from somewhere, and a short shouldercoat was parted over her shoulders, emphasizing her bust further and doing a pretty decent job of making the psychotic bitch look sexy. Harry was primarily repulsed, but he gave her an appreciative glance for her to see. “Lord Kilchurn. My Master, Lord Voldemort, sends his greetings, and wishes to know your intentions. He sees no reason for him and you to be enemies, when much can be gained by an alliance. He asks for no answer at this time, but if your inclination is even v aguely positive, just say that as an oath, nothing more binding than an inclination is necessary, and I will make you a submissive Witches’ Oath, and come with you immediately as a liaison or whatever you would use me for. ere is much to be gained from me, and the alliance.” “Mrs LeStrange, considering your considerable charms, my answer is painfully dire. As your Master is direly and personally reonsible for the deaths of many of my friends, and the attack on my young charge Mr Potter is clearly reason enough for a most resounding negative reonse, that is indeed my answer. You did personally praically orphan my most loyal Liege, and for that I should disembowel you, parley or not. However, I can still see my little Bella in your eyes, and perhaps she is not lost forever. My reonse is negative, and overwhelmingly so. I ree his straightforwardness in aually asking my intentions, so I shall reond. If he surrenders in the next week, Wizarding Justice will deal with him, and I will do my best to keep him alive, but I make no more promises than that of an attempt. ose of his followers who surrender to the Aurors in the next week will be treated as the criminals they are. Once this week is up, or if I meet any of you in battle this week, you will be treated as my personal hated enemies, and you will all die in a vast number of horrible ways. Light is too slow for my tastes. It’s time for the Silver to try it’s strength against you and your murdering half-blood master.” LeStrange had been looking increasingly incensed during his eech, and now she interrupted him with a violent draw, ripping the clothes off her breasts, and shouted a slicing hex. Stina moved in front of him, and the runes on the girdle Harry had made for her glowed as the hex was absorbed. If it hadn’t worked, she would simply have allowed it to smash into her liquefied body and dissipate. It’s a bit hard to cut water, aer all. As it was, she maintained the bouncy Elaine-behaviour, excitedly squealing and bouncing. “Father, Father, it worked! My boyfriend’s going to be so thrilled!” “Young lady, he will be less than thrilled that you stepped in front of that curse. He likes to reserve that kind of harebrained thing for himself, and you know damn well it wouldn’t have made a scratch on me.” ’Elaine’ stopped, and looked horrified. “Damn. He’s going to be mad.”
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As they had ignored the most feared and the most fanatical of the Death Eaters, they of course made the unbalanced woman literally hopping mad. She twirled around and took aim at a sniggering bystander, but before she could strike him down, Harry struck. He reached through her complex shields, and just for show, he used incantations as his staff shone brightly. “Bryt” Her wand snapped cleanly in two. “Herdins” Her clothes changed from intimidating and sexy black, to pink with little flowers along the edges. “Stryk” She jumped and jerked as she received a number of light slaps across her face, and a rather sound anking of her bottom. His last cast was not verbal. He glanced at Stina and summoned his blue lightning. ere was nothing gentle about it as he completely bypassed her shields and hit her with a bolt, almost an inch thick, straight at her cro tch. It lit, and two strands ground ed themselves at her nipples as the insane witch howled in tormented ecstasy. Something beyond orgasms was chasing each other through her body until an emergency portkey aivated, and she vanished. “Well,” he said to the silent Diagon Alley, “at wasn’t a lot of fun.” “My Lord,” said the quivering voice of Augusta Longbottom, “What was that? at blue lightning curse?” “at? Oh, nothing ecial. In small doses it’s a great pain reliever, but when I crank it up it becomes like the opposite of the Cruciatus. She felt so good that it overloaded her body, and some kind of injury-triggered portkey took her away. In good time, though. I was just about to be nasty to her.” “My Lord, what was that you said about Light being slow, and it was time for silver?” “I don’t count myself as Light. I am a little too combative for that, and Grey isn’t really appropriate either so I call myself Silver. Meet me with light, and I will be light, with one or two darker streaks. Meet me with Dark, and you will meet Dark, with a few dots of light in the mix. Personally, I’d say I’m light, though. I just believe that killing someone to save masses is the right thing to do, and the Light under Albus Dumbledore has been stripped of both arms and armours. ere are people I care about in this country again, and I will not have them sacrificed on the altar of anyones principles.” “A sentiment I can agree with, Lord Kilchurn,” said Amelia Bones, who just apparated in with a large number of Aurors. “May I ask why you didn’t capture LeStrange?” “Madame Bones, it’s a pleasure. Aually, I thought I had. e kind of overload I subjeed her to shouldn’t really have triggered a portkey like that. I will destroy the portkey first if it happens again.” “Very well, you did save lives, and you made your point rather clear here. We do have something to discuss, though. I have an Auror that I would like, given your permission of course, to place at Kilchurn Castle...” *
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Formally, she was being tutored in advanced self-defence, and field healing. As she already knew the defence and had mastered all the healing her tutor knew in about two hours, she was currently being let down from a makeshi rack, where the much older woman had deliciously tortured her with an incredibly long and prehensile tongue for almost a full hour before poor Ginny was allowed to have her orga sm. She had squirted two whole feet. Tonks, or Mistress Dora, did throw the occasional hissy fit over her age every now and then, but as Ginny did have the gi of knowing peoples greatest turn-on’s, she just exploited the other girl’s weaknesses, getting her on the floor and then giving the Metamorph a rough fisting until she came, and came back to her senses. e sensation of aually reaching into another woman, and grabbing her cervix, gently poking a finger inside had made the young redhead cum more than once. ey had also formed a fairly stable mistress and slave relationship. Sometimes they switched, but Ginny was surprised at how wet she becam e at the mere thought of being so submissive. ey had walked through the Alley a few times with Ginny wearing nothing but a few Glamours, and she had a buttplug in place most times as well. She knew that she could leave the game at any time, but it was fun to let it continue. Having a Metamorph lover was very rewarding, even though she couldn’t replicate Harry’s cock for her, and refused to copy his face. Tonks slipped a collar onto the red-head’s neck, and pulled her along to the only armchair, where Ginny, still shivering lightly, was made to sit on the floor, while Tonks took the chair. “In two day’s time, pet, there’s a great challenge for you. I will put a confunduhere around your head, disrupting sights and sounds. e only one to be seen and heard clearly will be me. A friend of mine is having a birthday party, and you’re my gi. You are to please my friend, you are to tease him, and get him off in any way you’ll like, but what you do is up to you. You will not be certain who he is, and there will be others present, some who knows you, but you won’t know who they are at the time. However, you can trust them all, they’re all good people so give them a good show.” Ginny didn’t know how to feel. It was an incredibly exciting thought, but turning such a thought into reality was a huge step. She wouldn’t know where she was, or even who she was having bloody sex with! On the other hand, Dora wouldn’t abuse her like that. She wouldn’t just hand her over to just anyone, eecially since she knew that Ginny was saving her Virginity for Harry. It was July 29. In two days, it would be Harry’s birthday. Neville’s real one too, but when she had run into him lately, he had seemed completely devoted to Susan. Besides, Neville’s formal birthday was tomorrow. Why would he throw a party on his real birthday for the first time now? Besides, he was born just two minutes into the 31’st. It had to be Harry, but she still wasn’t going to hand her virginity over to someone she couldn’t look in the eye of, when he made her a woman. Still, Harry should really have her for real on his birthday. It was really time to work on her stubborn hiner, that just refused to relax properly. Dora oke again. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, of course. I want you to give him a good show, and to hopefully get him off, but it’s your call. I can tell you that you will never, ever swallow a more delicious load, if you choose to do that. Experience talking, here.”
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“Mistress Dora, would you please bring out the small toys? I think I need to praice a bit, and Birthday boys should have something ecial.” “If that’s what you want, go for it! I should tell you that you’re ecial enough, just being you. He’s not a virgin in any way, but you’d be a first for him anyway.” “How’s that?” “As far as I know, the only fully human female he’s had is more than twice his age, and he was wonked out by a potion at the time. I, and the others have sexually adaptable bodies, and you don’t. You’ll aually be his first human girl.” “But I’m not! You’ve seen it yourself. I never get sore or bruised, and then there’s other things.” “Don’t I know it, luv. at thing you do when you just know what to do and say isn’t human, it’s divine! Trust me, Pet. is man might be a connoisseur, but you’re the best. You’re a worthy gi.” “ank you, Mistress Dora,” Ginny said, slipping back into the role. “May I ask what I will see and hear through the ell?” “You will see body heat, so there will be differences between people, but you won’t see faces. You’ll find the birthday boy easily enough. All voices but mine will be altered, and you won’t recognise anyone by voice alone.” “Mistress Dora, may I ask something?” “Sure, Pet.” “If it feels right, and I’m prepared to give him my virginity, could you cancel the ell?” e Metamorph smiled at the younger girl, and allowed her eyes to flash green for a second before she answered. “Yes, Ginny. If that happens, I will let you see him.” *
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healing ability would only increase, and his basic toughness against magic would soon reach Giant levels. e kicker was the information about the blue bolts of his. It would have been good to know about them before he had started to use them, as he may already have made Sigyn, Tonks and LeStrange addied to him. Addied. Damn. Tonks would most certainly be, as he had given her several powerful orgasms with it, and according to the memories of his mother, the withdrawal would be quite uncomfortable. As Huldr, and to a lesser degree Veela, fed on his excess energy, they would be unaffeed, and nothing seemed to apply to Stina’s peculiar organism. Tonks, as the only human subjeed to repeated hits, was the only possible viim. If LeStrange was affeed, he would consider her more of a target than a viim. Unable to reach complete release through normal means, her escalating libido would force her to seek him out again, just to find solace. He snorted at the thought. She had a snowflake’s chance in hell to get it, but Tonks was a problem. Fortunately, he would be able to relieve the symptoms of withdrawal without reinforcing the addiion, by having non-arkling sex with her. Amusingly enough, what Amelia Bones had wanted in the Alley, was an excuse not to fire the Metamorph Auror. She had, by helping in covering up Harry’s disappearance, committed a felony, and a serious breach of trust. Madame Bones just couldn’t keep her around, no matter how right and well-intended it was. Tonks had overstepped greatly, and was now placed as a guard at Kilchurn Castle. As such, she was transfer red instead of fired, and it was a pretty good solution, all things considered. Sometimes he was happy about his apparently never ending energy in bed. Sometimes it annoyed and alarmed him that he could think of sex, something he was still too young to have in most countries, as means to an end. He could have sex with Tonks to make her better. He could use it as a weapon against Bellatrix. He used it to keep two of his girls more or less safe for others, and themselves healthy and alive. He loved his life, as of this summer, but it was a bloody strange one. is was, if anything, emphasized when he felt Stina in the Bond, asking him to join her at the small jetty, that was built into the castle. *
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“Yes I can, again, why?” He could hear her curiosity, so he jumped gracelessly into the water and transformed. He opened the Bond fully, giving her complete access, and thought to her, “Come. Copy me, and let’s fly together.” Her smile nearly outshone the rising sun as she reached into the water and assumed the form of a slightly smaller Leharv in blue and gold, and reached for his magic to make it as strong as she needed to fly. With a powerful Notice-Me-Not charm engaged, the pair took off, riding the barely formed thermals over the lake, and rejoiced in the freedom of Living Flight. Stina showed him some manoeuvres she remembered from when she had seen living real Leharvs in the sky above, and Harry taught her the joys of low-altitude, high eed skimming over land and water, and when they returned to the jetty, the nearby church bell told them that it was seven o’clock, and that they had been flying for three hours. “Stina?” “Yes, Beloved?” “I love you. You don’t need me as much as the other’s do physically, and I feel bad about how little time I end with you alone. Just don’t forget that I love you.” “I won’t. I can’t. Every time you take a shower, the water’s from my Loch. I can read your mind more completely than the other’s can that way, and I know for a fa how much you love me, and I really hope to bear your child one day. is time we’ve ent together this morning means more to me than a full day of shagging. You don’t just let me share your bed. I can share your life. We are solitary beings, apart from the sex, and you give me so much more than that. I love you, my Master and Beloved. I just wish I could be more useful to you. I don’t mind being a decoy at all, but honestly, Master and Beloved, I can do more.” “What do you mean, Love? I’m not the most imaginative, and I seem to know too little all the time. Your memories are hard to catch as well.” “You know about Neville’s parents?” “I do. Go on.” “I’m fairly certain that if I can get them into the Loch, I’d be able to cure them.” “‘Fairly’ certain?” “I have done similar things before. It’s really an extreme form of post-traumatic stress, ‘Battle-weariness’, and I’ve dealt with that before. Nev’s memories support my theory. To prote themselves, they withdrew from their bodies, and now they can’t conne to them again. at’s not for today though. Another thing I want is you.” “You have me, right?” He liked the wicked grin on his Consort’s face. “As a Leharv. I can matchLeharv you now, andis Itwo want to Imate with you as atoLeharv If II remember correly, a normal penis feet. bet you’re closer three, .and want it. Sometimes I do become a little jealous of the other girls, because they have such amazing natural charms, and I get a bit self-conscious about that. Here’s something sexy that only I can do for you. Disa has been obsessing abou t your other shape as well, but there’s the risk of your semen being toxic or even corrosive. I would be able to handle it
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in the Leharv shape, as well as analyse it for dangers, and if you’re safe, Disa will some day give you the tit job of a lifetime. I’d like to watch, too.” “You are all different and unique, and all my consorts have incredible natural charms. e idea of mating as Leharv’s is bloody hot, and as a Leharv, you’re insanely sexy as well. Perhaps not now, though. I think I have the instins to do it, and I have a feeling that it would take a very long time.” “Several hours, at least. So, what should we call me? You’re Hank, Gabrielle is Guinevere, Disa calls her Lynx form Miss Kitty and why Jorunn decided on a name like Maid Marian for her fox, I’ll never know. So, what’s my name?” “I don’t know. I’m terrible at things like this. Rainbow?” Her eyes grew distant for a second, before she refocused on him again. “Let’s just think about it. Happy birthday, Love. e others agree that I should tell you that we approve of all your presents, so just sit back and enjoy, once we make it up to the party. As I said, I like being a decoy. Eecially when it gives me some private time with the man I love.” “You’re an incredible, lovely and drop-dead gorgeous distraion. Shall we?” Hand in hand, they went up the stairs to the Grand Hall. *
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a silver skull on a black field, and it looked more than a little menacing, until a memory surfaced, reminding him that it was the Bones’ crest. at flag was attached by a temporary sticking charm, and Harry had an idea that he would learn about it soon. Bill and Fleur was there too, as they had on his wedding, and the sight of Bill’s red hair gave him a pang of guilt over the three girls that he hadn’t even thought about for weeks. ey gave him an ancient book that described ells that no one could do, and they were thought to be Sorcerer’s ells. Unfortunately, it was under some kind of encryption charm that almost had worn out, so the pages flickered between languages in a very annoying way. He put it aside for later, and opened one of the small packages that had been delivered by his trusty snowy owl. Hedwig was now camped on Gabrielle’s shoulder and refused to move. e first one was from He rmione. It was a framed photo of her reading a book. e enclosed note told him to tap the frame with his want, and when he did, the image changed. She looked at him with a very naughty smile, and proceed ed with a very well done striptease that had him rock hard before she even flashed a nipple. He was definitely doing her later on. He didn’t finish the show, but tapped it again, stoppin g it until he had more time. Luna had sent him a letter too, and it was almost bursting into flames by the sheer hotness. It was very frank and graphic, detailing many things that she wanted to do to, and with, him. Some of them didn’t sound humanly possible, but with sweat beading on his forehead, he resolved to try them all. He smiled when he saw her presents; a bottle of lubricant and a penis-ring. It was in a large size, but still far too smal l. She was in for a surprise, eecially since she, according to the letter had vowed to take him fully in every entrance that he would find interesting, except her ears. She had admitted to believing she had sexy ears, but they were poorly designed for penetration, which might lead the unsueing to believe that ’mind-blowing sex’ was just a figure of eech. Lovely, reliable Luna. Susan also brought him a letter, but as it was from her aunt, it wasn’t half as much fun, even if it was good. e Ministry for Magic recognised House of Kilchurn as independent, as Sorcerers always had been. When a new owner established himself, he, or she, would only have to Claim the castle to be fully accredited Sorcerers in the eyes of the Ministry, and Pritchard himself was of course already on file as such. e house of Bones also offered allegiance, which was far more important to Harry. As Amelia bones pointed out, that would give him the right to marry Neville and Susan off without having to bother about legal age-restriions and such nonsense. He hadn’t even finished telling Susan about his positive reaion to the allegiance, before she formally, and in her sexiest voice offered him Jus Primae Nois again. He almost agreed. Damn, he was horny today. at was the first time he realised that he hadn’t had sex in almost 48 hours. e reaion aer such a short dry ell was laughable, but there it was. en, Gabrielle ushered him into a side room, where he would “hold court” with the personal talks. “Lord Kilchurn.” “Lady McGonagall. anks for coming. I had aually forgotten about my birthday. And Neville’s too. I have to get him something nice.” “I think your taunting of LeStrange was enough of a gi. Did you have to turn her pink?” “I just followed the advice of a very wise witch. Anyone looks nice in pink.”
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tion.” He took the letter. ese points had been important at one time, but now, they just weren’t. He opened the envelope. “Seven. Not too shabby I guess . I won’t miss Potions, but I don’t think the dear greasegroomer will miss me either. Defence, of course. Runes should be a good one. History, too. Charms and Transfiguration. Perhaps Law and Politics. at will be fun. Finding the problem before I try to fix it might be sacrilege, but worth an attempt, I guess.” His Professor snorted, noted his choices and excused herself. She was quickly replaced by the wisest of babes. “Hello Hasse. Being Lord of the Castle suits you. How are things really?” He could see and sense her unha ppiness. Something was really weighing on her mind. “Right now, Sigyn, they’re great. I’m a bit worried about Hogwart’s, though, but it doesn’t really matter. So, what’s up?” “Well, I really should work up to it, but as you’re short on time, I’ll just blurt it out. Your Father, Fafnir of the North, has passed away. As far as we’ve been able to tell, he died happy, and there are some things pointing to the presence of Balder. I’m sorry.” e Seeress was almost sobbing. He stepped towards his surrogate mother and embraced her. “Don’t be. It was his greatest wish, and I asked Balder to grant it myself. I know you knew betterand than I did. Hehim was pro my ud, Father briefly, fully intend to make use of him his gis, I will make I hope. Heand willIbe sorely missed. Howgood are you holding up?” “Better than I would have expeed. I knew him for many years, and while I may not have exchanged many words with him, he was a part of my world and now he’s gone. I’ll live through it.” “Good. I wish I could help you, but time is the only thing that aually works, and I don’t have much of it as it is.” She smiled in reonse. “You’re a good man, Hasse. at was almost wise. ere’s hope for you yet. Now, if you excuse me, there’s some good whisky out there, and I should get drunk and embarrass my daughter. Have a good one.” “You too. Take care.” e next one in line was, surprisingly enough, Bill. “Hello Harry. I’ll be brief. Tonks threatened me something fierce if I go on too long. Gabrielle and Fleur talked about you, and Fleur talked to me. I know about your
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bargain with her, and I know that my Fleur really wants to have a child with a Sorcerer. Lord Kilchurn, I humbly request that you allow my firstborn to aually be mine. Is that possible?” “It really should. Otherwise I would basically steal your family, wouldn’t I? You will be the Head of the Family, and your son aer you. It should be valid enough, right?” “anks. I must say that I like the idea of raising a Sorcerer, and if my second child comes from you, I won’t complain. e first, though, I’d like to have red hair.” “Frankly, I don’t understand the whole Sorcerer deal at all, but I believe even the Goddess would understand your request. It’s a Deal.” ey simply shook on it, and then Bill was swily replaced by Tonks, who had brought a big box with her. Birthday or not, he used his Sight on the box, and saw a person hidden in it. He also sensed that it posed no threat, but instead he picked up on a severe case of excitement. “Wotcher, Harry. Happy birthday and all. Having fun yet?” “Great, Tonks. anks for asking. How’s life?” “Oh, I drag along just fine. Now, this gi is a one time only kind of thing, at least as far as I’m giving it, so just sit back and enjoy. My pet here has a confunduhere around it’s head, and it probably has a pretty good idea where it is and who you are, but it doesn’t know for sure. As soon as I open the box, It’ll hear us so I won’t mention your name. Happy birthday.” She opened the box and oke into it. “Pet? Showtime.” He recognised her long before he could see her face. Only one person had hair like that. She stood up, and he could see that, while she was facing him, she couldn’t really see him as her eyes were unfocused. She was dressed in a black little nightie that didn’t really hide anything, and a pair of black string knickers that only hid if she was completely hairless or just mostly. His pulse went way up as she bent at the waist, touching the ground in front of the box. He could sense a stabilising charm at work as she lied her le leg straight up and towards him before the other leg followed. In a deliciously slow movement, she swung her legs over through a hand-stand to a standing position in front of the box in a breathtaking dilay of feline flexibility. She began to walk slowly towards him, carefully putting one foot right in front of the other, while she sang in a surprisingly low alto. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, my Master, happy birthday to you.” She had almost reached him now, and dropped to the floor, crossing the last few feet on her hands and knees. She was talking to him. “I hope I please you, Master. Are my breasts large enough? Do they move to the Master’s satisfaion? I hope my nipples doesn’t tear through the fabric again. ey do that when I get excited, and I’m very excited now, because I might please the Master.” Her hands caressed his calves and feet, and he could see that she was telling the truth. Her nipples may not have been of Disa’s calibre, but they were a sight to see. Her rounded
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mounds orted prominent and rock-hard tips the size of a thimble, and the rosy red colour was clearly visible through the thin black gauze. As she began caressing his knees and thighs, almost making him moan, she turned to Tonks. “Mistress Dora, could I please have assistance in liberating the Master to full freedom?” “Naturally, Pet.” Tonks said and waved her wand. Harry found himself quite naked, and with the attraive redhead kneeling in front of him he was fully alert. Tonks drew a ragged breath at the sight of his rather enormous member, rock hard and visibly throbbing, but Ginny obviously couldn’t. She just leaned forward and started to lick his thigh. “Master, your skin tastes wonderful. If you don’t mind, I’d like to lick some more.” He didn’t say anything. He just stroked her hair, and moaned a little. She was clearly encouraged by that, and searche d out his balls without even tou ching his cock. She licked them very gently, and even managed to take one in her mouth without the slightest discomfort, apart from the growing pressure inside. She then continued upwards, on to the base of his painfully hard member. He saw her eyes widen as she realised his girth. Her hands flew up and grabbed it. “Holy...” she whiered as she traced his incredible size with his hands. She rose a bit and started to lick the crown, as she lowered one hand between her legs. Evidently rubbing herself, she coated his cock with saliva, and started to suck it in earnest. Harry almost swooned as the little redhead bobbed over him, trying deerately to fit more and more of him in her mouth. As she withdrew to catch her breath, a trickle of precum was already seeping out of him, and when her flicking tongue found it, she devoured it with little noises of delight and pleasure. She started to suck again, and moments later, with his cock in her little mouth, she rubbed herself to an orgasm. Her loud moans and the sudden scent of her climax excited Harry almost to the point of bursting, but he held. He stroked her hair, and then he thought of something. He leaned forward, touching her throat and sending a small trickle of Willpower into it. She jerked at the unexpeed sensation, before returning to her attempts at getting him down her throat. To her surprise, Harry’s huge cock slid down easily and she stood on her feet. With her head bobbing, she only released him when she needed a deep breath. Her hands were busy working his sha and he felt the irresistible wave build inside him. Apparently she sensed it too, as she looked up at him, saying: “Master, may I please taste your semen? I want it so much.” He couldn’t hold it in anymore and exploded down her throat. She fought valiantly to keep up, but it was hopeless. When she had swallowed her fill, Tonks was there, taking the still pumping member in her mouth, swallowing all she could before she let Ginny claim the rest, and lick him clean. He still hadn’t gotten over the aershocks when the door burst open, and Björn and Disa came running in. “Mister Fafnersson, the Longbottom Estate is under Death Eater attack. Stina and Gabrielle are already there, gathering information. All the present Einharjers, and a bunch of other people are ready to go. Lead us.”
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“She knows, Master. She won’t jeopardise your son like that. She’s hovering at two thousand feet, keeping watch. Trust me, as Guinevere, she can avoid any curse at that distance. Now lead, for Freja’s sake.” Harry made an effort to draw his wits about him. Intel first, then solve deployment. e arches would eliminate the logistic problems, and he had almost forty Einharjers at his diosal. “Intel first, then. How many are we up against, and how long can the place hold?” Björn cleared his throat. “Apparently the wards will hold for about thirty minutes more, so let’s say ten. ere are about fieen human assailants, showing no great skill. You would have wiped the floor with them before we met, but they’re pounding away at the Wards. ey are under the command of the woman you met the other day, according to your Lake Warden Consort. e problem is three giants and about twenty Dementors. ere may be more in reserve.” “Of course. Are the Einharjers trained to use the Patronus charm?” “Somedon’t knowsurvive it, somelong.” don’t. We exterminated our Dementors a long time ago, and Lethifolds “All right. Disa, you and the Einharjers will hold in the Arch chamber. Jorunn is with me, and we will approach the mansion under heavy shields and loads of noise. Disa, you will dire the Arch, bringing my reinforcements in when I call you. Remus, Leif and Surt should come with me too.” As Harry oke, he summone d his armour and his battle hammer. As he donned it, and flexed his muscles, Tonks made a little wave with her wand, and the kneeling Redhead could suddenly see clearly. She saw the back of a powerful, muscular wizard dressed in Dragonhide, and wielding a massive hammer like it was nothing. She could see the muscles move under the tight leather, and she couldn’t help but moan quietly. He obviously heard and turned to face her He strode up to her, and pulled her to her feet. He leanther, forward and whiered infully. her ear. “Ginevra, I’m sorry we were interrupted. You have given me a great gi today, and I fully intend to reciprocate. Your own birthday is just a few days off, isn’t it? ” He turned around and strode out of the room. Disa lingered for a second, looking at the petite witch with amusement. “Make sure you’re well rested. I know that gleam in his eyes.” With that, she le. She joined the others in the Arch chamber. Harry was just hammering out the deployments. “Disa, You hold here with the Einharjers. Remus, Surt, Leif and Jorunn, you’re with me. Professor McGonagall, you come through with the Einharjers, and I want you to make walls and covers if necessary. Is there anything else?” Sigyn stepped up. “Hasse, I invited two people who might be useful to you. You can do introduions later. Harald Fafnersson, meet two of your mothers-in-law, Gunlög and Saga. I’m sorry to ring this on you like this, but they’re powerful and quite dangerous.”
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Harry could see the Einharjers shrink back a bit when the air in a corner shimmered, revealing two beautiful women, one shining blonde, and the other one with midnight black hair, and both of them had the feral traits and the yellow eyes of their daughters. e blonde, who he guessed was Saga, oke. “Harald Fafnersson, we would love to help you, and by order of Freja, we are sworn to your service. at’s why we’re here. is may be a bit abrupt, but we’re not quite at full strength, so if you could feed us a bit..?” He simply raised his hands, and launched a net of blue lightning over the two feral Huldr, and he could see the difference between the feral and his more civilised Huldr. Saga and Gunlög simply absorbed the power without flinching, but with shining eyes. He didn’t let the flow drop until they both had nodded at him, and they quickly took up flanking positions. As he had fed the women, Susan had come in running, and handed Jorunn the battle banner, which she proudly unrolled. “Well then,” He said. “is is where I’m supposed to hold a eech, but I won’t. Let’s kick ass, and show the magical world just how bad the idea was to attack my friends. Let’s go!” He changed his appearance to his Caradoc persona as he turned, and the first group walked through the Arch, to appear half a mile from the manor house and behind the enemy. As they marched towards the battle, Harry construed a large, barely visible shield around them, and the Death Eaters stopped the assault as the group came into view. Harry was the obvious centrepiece, in his black armour and a visible aura of bluish light. Right behind him was Jorunn, carrying the banner, and at Harry’s sides were the feral Huldr, radiating sex and violence. Both were slightly crouched, their eyes shone and their vicious claws were fully extended. Next to the Huldr were their one-time husbands. Surt was whirling his heavy battle hammer around, and the air above him shimmered of the heat he radiated, just like the ground trembled at Leif’s steps. Harry had never really understood what the Earthway Leif possessed was about, but now he began to understand. Remus was following Jorunn as a guard, and the group fanned out a bit as they approached. Suddenly, Harry stopped, and the others followed suit. “Leave and live. You are attacking a Liege of Kilchurn. If you stay, you will die.” A curse flew at him. He recognised it as a body bind, but the weakness of the curse was less important than the message. He expanded his magic over the area, allowing neither portkeys or apparition attempts to leave the field. “So be it. Kill them all, but Bellatrix is mine.” ey were less that fiy yards from the nearest Death Eaters, and the two Huldr women crossed the distance in no time at all. eir unfortunate targets barely had time to get a single curse off, but they did. e feral ladies swily dodged and jumped reeively, and the two men, anonymized in their masks, were mauled to death within a second, even if it took a few minutes for them to aually die. Harry noted absently that he didn’t feel very ill at the sight of the eviscerated men, but brandished his Stormbringer at a known target. Marcus Flint had never been accused of having a good head on his shoulders, but when the blasting curse built into the hammer conneed with his sloping forehead, he didn’t even have a bad one.
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Jorunn had planted the banner on the front lawn, and the werewolf was firing off his Patronus, trying to contain the Dementors that were trying to come closer. e giants were still staring dumbly, until Leif took them on, shouting loudly at his cousins, twice as large as himself. Harry couldn’t follow the events as he was attacked by Bellatrix. Her initial attack, a concussion curse, was easily defleed, and she didn’t get more than one curse off. He knew exaly what to do. He dropped the hammer and drew Fang in it’s wand shape. Using it as a lightning rod, he hit her with his lightnin g again, and again, and again. She was ent, worn out on the ground in less than ten seconds. He quickly stunned and petrified her, then he shrank her down and put her in his pocket. He had use of her. e chill of the Dementors was getting more pronounced, and he turned around in time to see his old teacher’s Patronus fail. He quickly summoned a happy memory that was less than twenty minutes old, and cast his stag against the disgusting wraiths. On an impulse, he cast a second time, and he wasn’t really surprised when a huge Norse Dragon emerged. e enormous serpent circled the oncoming dementors, as Prongs launched at them. As they couldn’t seem to escape, the attacks and the warm glow from the serpent made the terrifying entities fade, until they were lit tle more than shadows. Aer a few more seconds, the cloaks they had been wearing fell to the ground, and the chill was gone. He quickly ensured that Remus and Jorunn was all right, and then he looked for Surt. He found the smith among several charred corpses, duelling with a pretty good fighter. e Death Eater used ells that Harry had never seen before. Surt seemed to be holding his own, but Harry had a little time on his hands. He struck out with his voice, and Vanished the man’s skeleton. e sack of skin and crushed internal organs that had been Rastaban Lestrange sank to the ground with a hideous twitching motion, as his muscles tried to move without having any skeleton to work on. e wheezing sound as the pile tried to breathe was disquieting, so Harry le. He noticed a black-robed coward trying to play dead, so he tapped the man’s hip with his hammer, making the man’s pelvis shatter before he joined up with the Huldr. ey had blood up to their elbows, and their mouths were covered as well. “Is it always like this?” Gunlög asked in Norse. She was smiling in a both beautiful and terrifying way. “I don’t really know, but I shouldn’t think so. I’ve always been scared before. Excuse me.” He reached around the beautiful woman and blew a hole through some Death Eater’s chest with a Reduo. “Freja wanted us to tell you that the necklaces she gave you makes the wearer immune to the bad side of your lightning. What’s the bad side?” Saga asked as she somersaulted over the head of an attacker and ripping his throat out from behind.
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Harry looked around, but saw nothing of interest at the time. “It’s addiive. Apparently, if I hit a human a few times, nothing else will do aer that. It’s only me. So far, I’ve only made two women addied, of which one was on purpose, and that’s the bitch who lead this attack. You’re stronger, and won’t be affeed.” ∼ Harry. Behind you! ∼ Gabrielle’s mental warning was a little bit too late. e blasting curse grazed his ear, and the pain made him lose control for a moment. Disa had of course sensed the event , and decided to lead the reserves through. As they le the Arch, they faced a horrible scene. e fight was over. People reduced to bubbling puddles won’t fight very well, and the Einharjers decided to add something to their battle guidelines. Something like, ’ If there’s an angry Leharv on the battlefield; be somewhere else.’ e Leharv was hovering above the battlefield, screaming his defiance, before touching down and resuming his human form, then morphing back to Caradoc. “Some got away,” He reported. “When I transformed, I lost control of the tranort blocking field and they apparated away. ey got most of the wounded too, so these melted chaps were mostly dead already.” Leif was standing on top of a pillar of soil that he apparently had risen out of the ground. He was still talking to the three giants, using simple words and lots of gestures. It didn’t look threatening at all. If the sound “pop” can sound hesitant, that would describe the Auror’s approach perfely. ey apparated in tight huddling groups, and almost came apart when faced with the Einharjers. He smiled beatifically at the Aurors and said gently but decisively. “Report, please.” He recognised Kingsley Shacklebolt in the first group of the three that arrived. As he nodded at the tall black Auror, the man oke up. “Lord Kilchurn, we were alerted to an attack on your liege a few minutes ago, and came as soon as possible. Apparently, we arrived late for the party.” “Just a bit, Auror Shacklebolt, just a bit. When someone attacks my friends I tend to get upset. For reporting purposes, I brought along a few friends as an advance party, but there wasn’t much for the main force to do when we got done. We might have killed ten or so...” “Hem hem, what is the meaning of this? Aurors, why haven’t you detained or executed these beasts? A werewolf, two vampires and a giant. With these sub-humans present, the case is clear, isn’t it?. It is obvious who attacked this...” e toad-like woman didn’t get any further before Harry decided to forgo magic and simply backhanded the repulsive witch. She un as she hit the ground with a muddy lash. “Dolores Umbridge. I should have expeed you. e fa that no one has foun d a cure for your existence saddens me. Well well, let’s see to that, then.” He paused to think,
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and was readily assisted by a powerful, liquid intelle. He didn’t reveal that he noticed the arrival of the press, represented by the inevitable Rita Skeeter. “Madam Umbridge, you have the Minister’s confidence still, even aer last years complete and utter fiasco. You used a blood quill on several students, and tried to cast the Cruciatus on my charge. is annoys me. You just accused me of attacking my own liege. at’s a mortal insult, and I can defend a Vendetta on that alone, but you also insulted one of my Consorts, her parents, the parents of another of my Consorts and a good friend of the Kilchurn family. at is pretty much a declaration of war between us, Madam Umbridge. Between the Ministry you represent and the House of Kilchurn. Was that your intention?” e unpleasant woman was uttering and rubbing her jaw, so Skeeter took her chance. “Lord Kilchurn, could you please introduce our readers to your family here? As much as I regret it, my knowledge of the other sentient ecies is sketchy at best.” Harry smiled inwardly. Rita Skeeter was polite. at was almost unheard of. It would be interesting to see what she would make of this. “I would love to, but I’m a bit preoccup ied at the moment. Safe to say is that I’m familiar with the British attitude on other sentients, and I realise that the guidelines won’t change as long as Cornelius is minister. at’s why I will defend my chosen Lieges, but no one else. If I did, it would mean that I effeively allied myself fully with the ministry, and that I supported the British views, and I find these views repulsive. Remus Lupin over there is a good man, with a great ability to teach. As he was once bitten, through no fault of his own, your society has turned it’s colleive back on him. He’s a resource that the ministry has decided to ignore. He was able to detain several Dementors until they could be permanently dealt with. e house of Kilchurn is deeply magical, but there’s a great deal of non human sentients in it. If the ministry tries to enforce stupidities like the Veela laws on my House, there will be a war between the Ministry and myself. As long as Fudge is minister, don’t count on me to help you.” “My Lord, Professor Lupin was a good friend of young Mr Potter. Is it true that Mr Potter has survived, and is right now at Kilchurn Castle?” “I have no intention to discuss these rumours. However, as Lord Longbottom put it, pretty much everything is more believable than Harry Potter dying that easily.” “Lord Kilchurn, could you please comment on the events here today?” “Briefly, yes. I received word that my Liege was under attack. I reonded according to the term s I gave the Deat h Eaters not fully two days ago. ese people were my hated enemies, but it seems like I severely overestimated the opposition. ree Huldr, a werewolf, a giant, a squib and myself were more than equal to the task on our own. e inclusion of Hank, my Dragon friend, was unintentional but efficient. When I get hit, he gets cranky, and when he gets cranky, it usually leads to acid and destruion. e trained fighting units did arrive on schedule, but there were no enemies le at the time. Now, Miss Skeeter, I have many demands on my time, but I’m sure my daughter would be agreeable to an interview later if you are interested.” “Very much so, My Lord. One final question, if you please. You oppose Minister Fudge. Who would you see replace him?”
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“I know very little about the inner workings of the Ministry. e one that comes to mind would be Madam Bones, who is one of my allies. I say that, because she would go against my expressed wishes without batting an eye if it was the right thing to do. She’s just and fearless and I believe she would do quite well.” “ank you, Lord Kilchurn. If your daughter would be kind enough to owl me with a time and a place that suits her, I will make myself available. Good day, My lord.” Trailing her photographer, she aually apparated away. Harry looked at the muddy form of the former High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. “Madam Umbridge. You are not my friend, but not yet my enemy. Do you have any valid, legal concerns regarding my defense of my liegeman’s home?” Dolores Umbridge wasn’t completely stupid, and she realised that she was very close to an uncomfortably acidic death. She thought of the issues that could legally be raised against the Lord. “Did the Huldr feed of any of the opposition?” “No. e Huldr feeds on vitality, and the enemies were all Stalebloods. ere’s nothing to feed from.” “Excuse me?” “e pureblood families lose vitality fairly fast. ey don’t have the strength to survive long enough to give a feral Huldr even a light snack. My ladies feed from me, period.” “Did you give the Squib the magical weapons?” “No. He’s a skilled crasman, and he has even taught me how to make those hammers. He made his own, of course.” “ese are all foreigners, right?” “Some of them, yes. e important point is that they are all allies of the House of Kilchurn, and will of course answer my call to arms. Borders means very little compared to loyalty.” “ank you, My Lord. at concludes my questions.” She apparated away almost before she finished eakin g. Harry smiled at the Auror s, who were sniggering at the pompous bureaucrat as she fled the battlefield. “Aurors, I hope that some day soon, you will be able to call on the Kilchurn Forces if the situation gets sticky. For now though, you may well be ordered to attack my home.” Harry concentrated, and forced his magic to manifest in the air around him. e air glowed and writhed in the intense magic field, and the staff that appeared in his hand shone blue. He knew that his eyes glowed as he oke again. “It may be wise to refuse such an order. I have yet to exert myself today.” He relaxed and allowed the magic flare to die down. “I was of course not threatening you. I just gave you a pensieve-worthy memory to explain your refusal. A piece of showmanship, if you will. Now, Is there anything I can help you with?” Kingsley found himself eleed as okeerson, so he asked the question that everybody wanted to.
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“My Lord, we would all like a straight answer to whether Harry Potter is still alive, and if so, where he is.” Harry smiled at the Auror. “at’s something I won’t give at this moment. Take that answer as you wish.” e tallcrest, Auror thenodded. Sorcerer, and then at the battle banner. As he recognised the Potter he looked smiled at and “I hear you, Sir. As there may be some difficulties identifying these remains, could you tell me who they were?” Harry looked around at the smoking, half-melted remains that littered the area and started pointing out the people he remembered. *
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“e Darkness? We all have it, Nev. We just have to learn about it, and to know it for what it is.” “What do you mean?” “It’s an impulse. Nothing more. It can’t get the upper hand unless we let it. Stina and Sigyn agreed that you had a mighty Dark tie to that woman. Now, you don’t. You gave it back to her.” “at way, it doesn’t sound so bad. It’s just hard, you know. She begged me for it, and I tortured her to death, in the most horrible way I can imagine. She knew, she must have known that I was killing her, but she wanted more. It was the most insane thing I’ve seen.” He drained his glass again and filled it up. “She was already insane, and I don’t think I helped her by zapping her as I did. at begging thing is probably my fault.” “Harry, you don’t have to take the fall for me. I did it, and I hated her as I did it. Susan asked me about that, and it seemed important. She didn’t attra me at all, but I did it. I was ready, and I used my body as a weapon.” “Sigyn said that it’s something quite common in young men with a lacking confidence. You have any idea how many guys who wants a bigger one? e dream of using your cock as a weapon is a primitive and basic one, and normally not one we allow out to play. anks to Stina, you got to let it out. Want to do it again?” Neville almost jumped out of the chair. He emptied yet another glass into the black hole he felt inside him before he answered as Harry filled his glass again. “Hell no. I’m not that impressive in my natural state, but Susan’s happy, and that’s enough for me. You know, I felt none of the things I feel with Susan this time?” “Of course not. You love Susan, and you hated Le Strange. My hands can caress my ladies, or they can rip the heart out of someone. e girls are also quite happy about some of the things I canshouldn’t do with my mouth, but whenthe I transform, it belches acid. allsinwhat the intent. e tool be accused for what wielder wants to do, andIt’s that’ counts. What did you want to do?” “Punish. Get revenge. To make her suffer like I have suffered. To close the book, so to eak. To heal.” “I know you’ve had some rough moments with girls. Disa and Stina told me about your ’training’” “I know. I think that’s gone now. at ghost from my past is dead. She’s lying in a pool of her own blood, all bled out and no visible wounds. I don’t even know if she suffered at all, the way she kept urging me on. Am I a monster now?” “You’re asking the wrong guy. I have no idea about how many people I’ve killed today, and I just found out that I’m part vampire. I gave her to you, knowing full well what you might do. If you want to blame me, I’ll make it easy on you.” “It was my call. I could have slapped her and let her go. I could have AK’d her or simply used a severing charm on her neck. My call was to fuck her to death with a cock, morphed to be almost a foot-and-a-half long. What do I do now?”
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“Now? You do the Male Psychology basic treatment. Get roaring drunk, end tomorrow on full-scale suicide watch and have a talk with Sigyn, who’s better with these things. You know, I almost did that to her once. She, if anyone will understand it completely.” “She’s great, you know? Sigyn. She’s very wise, and hot, too. When did you do that to her?” “First time we met. I wasn’t used to my size yet, and I hadn’t learned to morph. I was also stoned out of my gourd, whatever that means. She got carried away.” “You know, you know, it’s great, you know. Just knowing you, my best mate and the girls. ey’re not my Sue, but they’re smoking hot all of them, and they don’t always dress around me. You’re my best mate, best I ever had. I haven’t had a lot of mates, you know.” “I know, Nev. Trust me, I know. We’re family now. You think I would let just anyone in bed with my Bonded Consort? You’ve done so much for me, I owe you loads.” “I’ll get through this, Harry. She’s dead. I didn’t enjoy it, but I did it. She had it coming to her, but I did it. I don’t really feel like some blooding...bloody heroic kind of guy like I thought I would. I’m drunk.” “You are,toNev. You’re the fairly cheap, too. Lucky bastard. I get a bit tipsy, but then my magic starts countera booze.” *
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“I’ll do that. Take care of my liegeman, dear liegewoman, and your offer of Jus Primae Nois is declined, by the way. I have enough as it is. I need to meet with Saga and Gunlög before bed, though.” “Just don’t forget the willing little pregnant babe in your bed, Mighty Sorcerer.” “You think I would? Good night, Sue.” “Good night, My Lord.” *
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e greatest Wizard since —— by Rita Skeeter Dear readers, whatever you may have heard about the great Caradoc Pritchard, the reality is far more impressive. I met him on a field of carnage, a battlefield like nothing I have seen in my many years of faithful reporting of truths. Below me, on what used to be a perfely manicured lawn courtesy of Lord Longbottom, his generation’s finest gardener, were three women of unearthly, inhuman beauty walking around and healing the turf with a touch here and there, while proudly dilaying their beautiful fluffy tails to the world. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Smiling, laughing Huldr were there, and I still felt safe, because next to me was a Titan. On a distance I saw a half giant, standing on a pillar of soil, shot up from the earth itself, laughing and talking with the Giants that the Dark Lord had brought to attack the liegesman of Kilchurn, Lord Longbottom. e half giant wore the Kilchurn crest. On the killing field, well known and reeed Werewolf Professor Remus Lupin were making lists of the fallen. e situation was well in hand. e others present were a force of at least fiy armed warriors in Kilchurn colours, and a small contingent of Aurors. As I watched, Ministry okeerson and personal assistant to the Minister, Dolores Umbridge of High Inquisitor fame, appeared. Aer otting the non-humans on the field, she quickly blamed everything on them, and demanded that the Auror’s should execute them all immediately. Caradoc Pritchard struck her down with the back of his hand. Politely, and without ever raising his voice, he asked her if she intended for the Ministry and the House of Kilchurn to go to war, as she so deliberately accused him of attacking his own liegesman, and further, insulted the Lord’s own family.
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ere were so many little things to deal with sometimes. Aer making sure that the feral Huldr had someplace comfortable to stay, making sure that his other houseguests were taken care of and triple checking on Neville and Susan, Harry was almost dead on his feet. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and looked fondly at his young wife, who had taken obvious pains to look as adorable as possible in a barely existing nightie and a few touches of discreet makeup. “Master?” “Wife?” “Oh, I’m so sorry about running off like that. I just didn’t think about...” He aually waved her off, as he sat on the bed and started tugging at his socks. “Hush, love. We are here, and the time is now. What happened did happen, but it’s not happening any more. It’s over, and you were safer than I thought at first.” He pulled his pants off in the most anti-erotic way he could. He pulled the covers down a bit, and started to unlace his vest. “It’s just that ... you were so angry, when you learned of my aio ns. I just want to be useful.” “Oh, come on. My young, pregnant wife was heading for a battle with the greatest arseholes in the world before I even knew there was a problem. at’s a mighty reason for a knee-jerk reaion, don’t you think? Besides, if you hadn’t warned me, that blasting curse would have smacked straight into the back of my head. I should have defences against that, but it’s nothing I really want to test.” rowing the vest over the back of a chair, he unbuttoned his linen shirt. He noticed, of course, the cloud of Allure that surrounded him, and it fascinated him how it made her eyes shinier, her hair to seem longer and thicker, and how it made those perfe nipples stand out even though he blocked the mental effes. He wondered briefly if it was some kind of Glamour before bending his power to a total bodywide freshening. Showers were nice “So andIall, but he tooShe worn out. on, trying very hard at some kind of Naughty wasn’t sowas bad?” pressed Schoolgirl routine. “Not bad at all, aually.” e beautiful girl pouted cutely. “Bugger. I had this whole ’begging for forgiveness’ play planned out. Now, I have to find some other way to misbehave.” Harry smiled inwardly. Sometimes, his Veela wife was a bit prediable. Well, he wasn’t going to be too easy this time. He was incredibly tired, but he guessed he did have the power for at least a blue bolt or two. She would have to work for it a bit, though. “Oh, you know I’m not the punishing type. I went completely overboard with Stina that one time, and I won’t do that again. You’re safe, love.” “But you were angry! I have to make it up to you.” She sauntered towards him as he crept up into the huge bed. “Yes, I got a bit angry for a while, and that was wrong. Now love, let’s go to bed. I’m really tired.”
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“But, I’ve ...” “Oh, Goddess, I’m tired. e Tails are catching up with their mums, or whatever you should call it, and Stina had something to ponder in the lake. Me, I just think she likes to expand without anyone calling her fat. I mean, she’s the Loch, right? at puts her bodyweight at about a fnuzillion tons, and she ...” “Harry!” “Yes, Love?” “Aren’t you going to punish me?” “Yes, I am.” “en what the hell are you waiting for? You have a Veela in a thin nightie here, almost begging you to tie her up and punish her, for Merlin’s sake.” “Do I usually do this, or do I just do what you want me to?” “You ... I ... Ooh, Harry, you’re just mean sometimes, you know that?” “I love you too, dear. Let’s go to sleep.” As the little Veela cuddled up to her husband, he did releasea mild arc into her nervous system, making her purr in contentment where she laid on his arm “Good night, My husband.” *
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His Door hadn’t been to see him in four days now. He hadn’t had his medicine either, and he knew that this could be the reason for his sudden agitation. He just felt so weird. It was like Reality was moving in and out of focus. Sometimes, the whole Boy-Who-Lived moniker was attached to him, and he was either angry because no-one cared, or planning to murder Dumbledore because Dumbledore had chosen someone else to be the Boy. Sometimes, he knew that he was very sick, and that he had betrayed his best mate, his sister and the girl he sort of fancied. At those times, he tried to write them. He wrote long apologies to Ginny, to Hermione and even to the Goblins. He also would have written to Harry, but Harry was de ....... How dared they lock up the Boy-Who-L ived like this! Once he figured out how to use his amazing powers, he would show them! Kill them all! He would have every woman in the world, and any man who objeed would be killed. He would have Hermione .... Hermione ... What had he done? Ronald Weasley, a Dissociated mind, was not enjoying his life one bit.
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Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear, She was standing in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. Her large, violet eyes followed the brush as it travelled through her mane, and continued over her body. It was a good one, but she wondered if the pubic hair was a bit too much. Perhaps she should go for bare, instead of a tu shaped like a lightning bolt? Ah, shaving off the remains wouldn’t be that hard. It had been nice to know that her visit had been remembered, and that the Lord thought that she would be viorious. e offer of another ride on Hank had been nice. e dragon-cousin had been friendly, and she wished that he would belong to her, instead of Kilchurn. She had never cared for horses, but the huge winged beast had been different. She wouldn’t mind polishing those arkling scales at all. ere was a knock on the door, and before she could reond, it swung open to reveal her classmate, Pansy. “You know, tarting yourself up won’t get you closer to Draco. You need to put out for that, you little prissy.” Her voice was grating, but Tracey knew that was part of the sneer. When Pansy didn’t screw her face up in that ridiculous mask of mock superiority and aually could breathe through her nose, she had a very nice voice. Not today, though, and Tracey was a bit annoyed already. She had gotten a letter from Susan, declining her services. It was a very polite and nice letter, and it hinted at a possible friendship, or at least a kind of kinship, but it shot down her opportunity to serve the Lord. Maybe it wouldn’t matter, as it was said that she couldn’t cum with anyone but Potter ... Harry. Her Master. She had just hoped that she would be able to orgasm if she did it to serve Lord Longbottom, too. Ah well, the point was moot, so she decided to answer the badly thought out slur instead. “Draco? Do see reality, please. I set my sights above ground, and I wouldn’t let the pointless son of a near-squib and a drunk touch me with a ten-foot pole. Haven’t you seen it? Everything has changed now.” 257
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Pansy did lose the sneer, but only to replace it with an equally unattraive imitation of a clubbed seal. “What do you mean? e lies from the pape r?” “You’ve never met Lord Kilchurn, I take it? e Dark lord is a goner. He hasn’t lost yet as he hasn’t met the grey Lord yet, but when he does, the Dark Lord will be dead, gone and nothing but a greasy smear in the history books. Draco? Keep him, and watch him insult someone close to Kilchurn. Watch him, your hope and sweetheart, dri away as a cloud of greasy smoke. Wake up, Pansy.” “But you’ve tried to get closer to Draco for years... He’s rich, you know.” at was just lame, Tracey thought. She continued to brush her hair, and praised altering the shades of her eyes as she considered how she would make her friend understand. “Pansy, I’ve tried to survive. Once, as my father allied our family with the dark jerk, that meant Draco, so I made sure that he found mewor th to keep alive, even if he was a vile little weasel. Now, however, the family, sans Father, has made a deal for the proteion of Kilchurn. ere’s real power there, thenaked Lord of the castle shares hison power with the inhabitants of some the castle. ere was an and almost woman there, sitting her knees next to the Lord. I could sense her power clearly. She was kept on a leash, but there was nothing enslaved about her. I can’t really explain it, but I felt that she had more freedom than I ever had. If she had asked the Lord, he would have given me to her immediately, and it excited me. Within the confines of that leash, her freedom was complete and I envy her. e lord has assigned me to one of his allies, but I don’t know where he is or if he would accept me, but I will do my best to acquire such a leash for myself. You want to live? Go to Kilchurn, ask for such a deal, and enslave yourself to Lord Longbottom. He’s a kind man, and his fiancée isn’t bad at all and probably wouldn’t whip you more than once or twice.” “What did he do to you? e Imperius? I just can’t believe what you’re saying.” I’m justand exaggerating to get through youKilchurn’s . You want to side. live? IfDitch and “No, the Darkies do whatever it takes to gettoon good that Draco means a whipping or becoming a toy, then so be it. e war is real. We will live or die, and both of us has shown ourself allied to the side that’s going to lose. We have some extreme measures to take if we want to survive.” “But... the Dark lord is going to win. Isn’t he?” “No. He won’t. ere’s a new player in the country now, one who’ll kill and maim if he has to. When the opposition was no one but Fumbledore, who never did bloody anything, the Dark Lord had a shot. Even then, though, he didn’t have that many triumphs, did he? He doesn’t stand a chance now.” Finally, her words had struck home. Pansy was white as a sheet, and trembled violently. “I’m dead. e Dark Lord won’t prote me if he can’t prote himself. Do you believe in the Prophet’s account of the battle?” “I do. Pritchard is ruthless, and those girls I saw at the castle were very powerful. e dragon they mentioned? His name is Hank, and he likes me. He wants to fly with me
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again, and I’d like that, too. It’s the feeling of something powerful between my legs. It’s intoxicating,” she finished with a smirk. “What can I do? I’m not pretty like you, and I’m neither powerful nor graceful. How can I get in the good books with the winning side?” Success. hadon won, Susan would be pleased her. Maybe she would help her to get herShe hands theand Master. She just had to land with the deal. “ere are not a lot of people known to be in with Kilchurn to the level that it would help you, and I’ve already mentioned what I think you should do. Longbottom is your only hope. He’s engaged to Susan Bones, but he or she might have use for a pet.” “Is that what you are? A pet?” “No, not yet, but I aire to become one. It’s a great feeling, aually.” “Why is that? It sounds so strange to me.” “I have a purpose, and it’s a clear and simple one. I will please my Master. Everything else isn’t my concern. I can ignore everything else but my task, should I choose to, but I intend to help my Master as much as I can, or even engage in some plotting that will amuse him. If you want to join the winning side, there are a few plots and things that I would like your help with.” “I’m thinking about it. Isn’t there a ell or something to enforce the enslavement?” “I’m not sure. Does it matter?” “My charaer isn’t the strongest. If I’m to be a slave, and you do make it sound appealing, I want to be a good one. A ell would support me if I falter.” “Ask Lord Kilchurn about that. Now, Pansy dear, I’m about to take a run around the estate. Join me.” “I can’t run like that. I don’t have the muscles.” “I know. Your thighs are sort of saggy, and you’re quite pale. It’s time to tone you up a bit. My body belongs to my Master. I have to take care of it, keep it desirable for him, so that he finds it good enough to pull into a cupboard and empty his balls in every now and then. Transfigure your clothes now and join me.” e final line was delivered in a commanding tone. Tracey had seen her friend shiver in delight when she had talked about the cupboard. She didn’t move a muscle as Pansy sighed and transfigured her fashionable clothes into something that could be considered training clothes. It wasn’t pretty. Pansy needed a lot of work to be considered pretty, sexy or even at all fuckable. Her shoulders were broad, but bony, her arms were like sticks and the minuscule amount of boobs she did have was aually sagging. She would have to talk to Lady Susan about this, but right now, she pulled up her own training shorts and pulled her friend out to the track. Let’s see what she was made of. *
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“Are you happy?” e unexpeed question stunned him. When she lived with him, she had been a perfe wife and mistress, and he had known that it really wasn’t her at all, but his ideal woman, temporarily infusing the body of a Huldr, a Huldr who would have drained his life force if he hadn’t enslaved her. To have this creature inquire about his happiness was very odd to the smith. “I am. I miss you, or rather, who you were, but you gave me a wonderful daughter.” “Yes, she is rather remarkable. She is bonded to the Sorcerer?” “Yes. Her magic is quite strong, too, and as he feeds her well, her Huldr abilities seems incredible.” “As you have learned, we belong to Freja. She has commanded us to the Sorcerer’s service, as well as all our kind. He did feed us well. I don’t mind serving him just for his good feeding, but something about him smells Aesir. Would you tell me about him?” “I have to go quite far back for that. It’s a long story.” He warned her. “I don’t mind. I like stories. Sören, I liked living with you. You’re a good man, and I would neverwant hurtme you. remember what I was like whenwant, I lived with and be I can be Just like that if you to.I I’ll even share your bed if you and youyou would safe. stay clear of my tail, please. Now, please continue.” e smith blinked. It had been a bit awkward to meet the woman he had enslaved, but apparently she hadn’t minded. He decided to ponder the idea some more later. “Lily visited Seidheim just before I met you, some seventeen years ago. She was colleing samples of various magical beings, and took some little pieces of both Leif and Stina, if you remember her. She used to live in the stream above the smithy.” “e lake warden?” “at’s right. Now, she stayed a bit longer than necessary because she liked the place as it used to be. She had long talks with many of us, and we became good friends. Some time later, she called on us again, and this time she was pregnant with a son that would become the ultimate crossbreed, but more importantly, a Sorcerer. As things in England was looking bad at the time, she set up a whole bunch of contingency plans in case she wasn’t around, and some of those included the boy finding the way to us for training. We made plans to teach him Sorcery and to fully use his other natural abilities. However, the Magical Integration fouled up most of our plans. We almost forgot about it, and then this boy fell in our laps. e girls took to him immediately, of course. is sexual power he has was apparently the first thing that aivated. We discovered that our plans were completely useless, as Hasse, as we still call him, was nothing like we expeed. He excels in everything he touches, and in just a few years, he’ll be a better smith than me. It was aually Stina who taught him to use his Sorcery, and then we got him some Einharjer training. He charmed the Relic, too, and became Harald Fafnersson. He’s a Singer these days. He’s also a Leharvhamne. He thinks that’s another word for animagus, which he also is, but he hasn’t found his shapes yet. We’re not telling him about all that, though.” “What is he, then?” “It’s a little hard to say, aually. We know that he can turn into a black wolf and a blackbear, but there are traces of something smaller and flying, if Sigyn has read the signs
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right. None of these shapes are really what the Brits call Animagus, as the wolf and the bear are produs of his breeding. ere are parts of both Wolf- and Bearrunners in him. e small thing might be a genuine Animagus shape. Nothing is ever simple about this young man. How about you, what have you heard about him?” “I have heard that Freja holds deep affeion for him, and that all of Vanir likes him. Freja has ordered all of her Midgård creatures to help him, and to fight for him when he needs it. She’s trying to reach the ones in other countries as well. She even tried to reach out to the Goblins, but they were already firmly on his side for some reason. He appears to be a hero, and if he calls me to his bed, I won’t be tardy.” Surt laughed out loud at that. “You and the whole damned female half of any bloody ecies. Anyway, he’s bonded to the little Veela you probably saw, Jorunn and Disa and Stina as well. He has a Metamorph oath-bound to him, and probably about a dozen interested.” e Huldr smiled wickedly. “Too bad then he only has one cock.” “Your daughter seems to think the one is enough. It’s apparently huge” “Hmm. Maybe I should have another child, then.” *
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“Not at all, just brief. You must understand that there’s just so much I can tell even you, my friend.” “I understand. If you started talking numbers, I’d be lost anyway.” “If I talked numbers with you at all, I’d be lost as well.” know how Gabrielle is these days? I miss her, sometimes. Best maid I’ve ever“Do had you here.” “She’s Mrs. Potter now. He’s bonded to three more girls, but he’s only married one of them, and that’s your girl. e Longbottom boy runs their finances now. We’re not sure if Harry even knows it, but we have checked all of Longbottom’s transaions, and they’re all good so far. He’s as good at growing money as he is growing plants. Mister Potter now has a minor financial empire, and some of the more unseemly firms, from his point of view at least, is losing profit margins all the time. e financial fiion named the Kilchurn Krew, is putting some pressure on the market.” e aged barkeep grinned at his goblin friend. “You know, people give me galleons, sickles and knuts for stuff I give them. I give these money thingsoftofinance.” you, and you tell me I can continue another month. ere. at’s my understanding “I know, and that’s why you are the perfe confidant, like you tell me about the heartaches of your customers. If we hadn’t had this friendship, Lily’s boy would still be stuck with Dumbledore.” “True. Ah, the benefits of mutual misunderstanding. You have a heart of gold, Bentpick.” “I know. It’s cold, hard and yellow, and it’s worth quite a buck on the black market.” e goblin and the half-na iad laughed and talke d all night. Rumours from the bar would pass to Gringott’s where Neville would pick them up and a on what needed to be aed upon. Gringott’s was firmly behind Kilchurn, and the visit from their old Goddess hadjustmadeitfirmer. Shehadbeenniceandpolite,andshehadn’tissuedanycommands. She had asked politely, and had accepted the reonse and le. e Goblin nation was happy about their alignment. Free or not, their former Goddess still meant a lot to the elders. It was time, perhaps, to find a new path. *
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It le her with a bit too much opportunity to develop her own personality, and Gabrielle didn’t really like that. She wanted to be her Master’s dreamgirl, not just close, but a dream made flesh. She paused for a while, happy that she wasn’t even breathing heavily, and tried to see just how limber she was. She relaxed her back, and contraed her abs, bending her flexible ine in an almost impossible curve. She reached out with her long, so tongue, and managed to reach her clitoris and even beyond. Her prehensile tongue found the rubber coated string. Air was becoming an issue, as her lungs were completely collapsed, but she managed to get her tongue inside the loop of string, and pull. She relaxed her vaginal muscles all she could, but she still had to pull quite hard before the rubber coated lead staff fell out, bumping her forehead. e wheezing sound that she made as her lungs filled up again wasn’t very attraive, and she made a mental note to work on it. She was startled at the sound of applause behind her. She un around and found her sister leaning against the doorframe. “Very good. How heavy is that? I can hold almost half a pound in, but then, I don’t bounce around like you do.” “It’s three-quarters of a pound. Harry stretches me out so far that I had to step up to keep in shape.” “at’s really heavy. I’m impressed. If he’s so large, why don’t you just mold aer him, then?” “Because I’m pregnant, and he likes it tight. Anal sex will be uncomfortable soon, and I want to make sure that my little cunny is tight enough for him.” “It might make the delivery harder, though.” “With the regular stretching I get? I don’t think so.” “How does it feel to be bonded? Is it what you dreamed of?” “It’s even better. He loves me, and I can feel it, like I can feel my arms. He loves my bond-sisters too, and I can feel that love as well. We all get our private time with him, and I get a bit more than the others, being married and all. We love each other as well, and the kind of feedback looping we get when he takes one of us unexpeedly is incredible. When I feel him bending one of the Huldr’s tails up and taking her roughly against a wall, I come like crazy, and the others feel me, and the one he’s fucking. at sets the other’s off, and when Stina cums, the intensity is just unbelievable.” “I love Bill, don’t get me wrong here, but it would be nice to be a part of that sometime. It sounds lovely. at’s not why I came here, though. I plan to ask your husband for a child. Will that be a problem for you?” “Of course not! Every woman should get to try my husband at least once. at way, they will all envy me as I get to have him almost whenever I want. Unless I’ve been bad, of course. I have a bit of a dry ell now, unfortunately.” “en why didn’t you use the exercise to get off? You can cast the vibrare charm on the weight, I’ve seen you do that before.” “Yes, Fleur. I know, but my husband is gently punishing me, and as that is his right, I won’t circumvent it. I took a great risk without asking him about it. He seems to think my
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pregnancy is some kind of illness. As soon as I get to him next time, I’ll fuck him bloody senseless, just to rid him of that silly idea. Back to your baby, though. He won’t give you the first one, so I wouldn’t even ask if I were you.” “Why not? You said he had to give a child to any suitable mother who asks. Why would I be unsuitable?” “Because he would then steal the Weasley line. You intend to marry Bill, corre?” “I do. I’m even considering Bonding him.” “en, your first-born should be by Bill. Bill will be the head of his family one day, and if your firstborn is by another man, Bill couldn’t recognise it if he wants to keep the Weasley line inta . e law about family progression still assumes Vir gin brides, you know. Aer that, though, I think your next 27 kids could be by my husband. You should really talk to Bill about it before you make any decisions in this area.” “You really should,”said Bill from behind Fleur, embracing his girlfriend. “Hi Gabrielle. Looking good, but could you please put something on? I’m completely devoted to this lovely creature in my arms, but a naked Veela is still a sore temptation.” Gabrielle laughed and went to put the weight away, and to put on a robe. “Bill, are you angry with me?” “No, love. I assumed you would want a Sorcerer child, and like your very wise little sister said, I want the first child you have to be mine. I understand that Sorcerers means something ecial to Veela, and I certainly know that you are Veela, and I wouldn’t rob you of your chance to have that Sorcerer’s child. Just not the first one, please.” “Bill, you wonderful man. I do want your child, and your child will be the first in my womb, but I would very much want a child by my sisters husband.” Bill made a face. “You just had to put it like that, didn’t you? You are one wicked witch.” “You know I am, Bill. If I wasn’t, do you think I would tie you up and have my wicked way with you?” “You know,” a scantily, but still dressed, Gabrielle interrupted, ”ere are some interesting dungeons around this place, but I have a better idea of a game for you.” e petite Veela pulled Bill’s ear down to her and whiered something that made him grin wickedly and nod. He straightened up and headed for the bathroom, when Gabrielle stopped him again. “Bill, by the way, your sister was here yesterday. She might become pregnant before Fleur, I think. How much of a problem will that pose?” “Nothing from me, but I advise you to talk to Charlie before doing anything permanent. He’s the most proteive of us all, and he might just send a flight of angry dragons here if he believes she’s been hurt. If you fly to him at the camp on that dragon thing I saw, he’ll listen.” Bill disappeared into the bathroom, where Stina was climbing out of the toilet. He stifled his guffaw as the beautiful girl walked up to him and slid her hand down his pants. e sensation of the forced morph ing was odd, but not unpleasant. She grew taller, to whier in his ear.
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“Now, you’re the size of Harry, and I enhanced your prostate as well. You will produce a very serious load. Now, take this necklace and press it against her when you come. It will trigger a flash like the ones Harry uses on us. I want it back, though. She’ll get one of her own when you get married, if the two of you pledge yourselves to the House of Kilchurn. Now, go and seduce your girl. e morph lasts for about three hours.” He smiled at the Lake Warden and kissed her cheek, before pocketing the drop shaped necklace and leaving the bathroom. She stayed for a while, smiling and touching her cheek. ese little signs of friendship and affeion were still new to her, and she thanked her lucky star for the day Harald Fafnersson came into her life. A flush later, she was gone. *
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“He’s like, I don’t know, big. I mean really huge. Like an arm with a fist on top. Not really, though. I must have it. He’s big as well. All over, I mean. He’s so wide over the shoulders, I can’t believe he can walk through a door without having to go sideways. And he dressed in leather, and he had long hair in a kind of braid, and his eyes were like green flame torches and he didn’t have glasses on and I just wanted to jump him and ear myself on that... on that... on that incredible, unbelievable COCK!” e little redhead was sitting on the floor of her friend’s room outside Basingstoke. Her face was flushed and her eyes shone as she tried to convey her experience to Hermione, who, frustratingly enough, didn’t believe her. “Relax Ginny. Honestly, I have seen him in pretty much every state of dress except naked, and there’s just no way he could have hidden such a thing without my noticing it.” Ginny bounced up and started pacing. “It was real, Hermione. It was all him. No engorgement charm or anything. I would have known.” Ginny was waving her arms around, excitedly trying to make the older girl understand. “I’m not saying that you made it up, I’m just saying that you must be mistaken.” at did it. Hermione needed to cool off, and Ginny knew just how to do that. “So, you wouldn’t want such a monster pressing against the fabric of your knickers, your wet knickers, that are almost coming apart at the seams?” “Ginny, stop it. It’s not working.” “If he would just pull the little slip of soaked cotton aside, you could feel his heat direly against your opening. Would you be wet enough, you think? Would he be able to slide his crown against your bits in a smooth motion?” “Ginny, stop it right now.” “I’ve seen how far down your entrance is. If he just bent his knees a bit, he could push straight into you. Would you like that? Cold you keep a straight face? Would the others know?” “Ginny, don’t... what others?”
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“e other people on the train, of course. He would just walk up behind you and pull your robes up, sliding his length along your little wet quim. He’s so big and hot. It’s almost burning you. It would barely fit, of course, there might be some delicious pain involved as he slowly pushes inside you, and there’s too many people around for you to let it show. You just have to keep a straight face as he’s slowly pushing that big, big cock all the way inside you, then slowly pulling it out. en, he begins pushing again.” “Ginny ...” “He’s breathing in your ear as you’re talking to Professor McGonagall. Suddenly, you can feel him twitch inside you, and you can feel his hot semen rush into you, and you can feel the pressure of his cock against your uterus as he floods your insides. Can you feel it? He’s twitching inside you right now, and you are getting nearer but you’re talking to the Professor and just can’t let it show...” Ginny smiled as the orgasm tore through her friend. She was really easy sometimes, and her imagination was even better that Ginny’s own. Talking her into an orgasm usually took less than two minutes, and Ginny loved that feeling of power. Harry, now. He was something else. He had barely been affeed by her feeding him his fantasies, and that could only be because he had his fantasies readily available. So, how could she get to him, if he had all his dreams? He didn’t need a submissive. He had that, apparently. Dominance just didn’t work, and through Tonks, he could have any woman he wanted. Suddenly it struck her. e images she had gotten from him hadn’t been of the sort of generic female doing the things he wanted. e images had been of her. She was what he wanted, and that was what she would offer him. Perhaps she would enhance her school-girl image a bit for good measure. She wouldn’t train herself to take bigger things, either. Pure unadulterated Ginny was what he wanted, and that was what she’d be. Hermione was trying to colle herself aer the orgasm. Ginny was far too good at that, and used it to shut her up all the time. Sh e could use some shutting up every now and then, even she knew that, but the worst part about Ginny’s attacks was what she had learnt about herself. She was kinky. Downright filthy at times. Her sex drive was abnormal, and the idea to have Ginny going down on her on Professor Snape’s desk turned her on incredibly. e idea of quietly masturbating at the Gryffindor table during dinner was another great thing, but the fantasy of having Harry take her roughly under the quidditch stands right aer a game, when people were getting down and the team was looking for it’s seeker was one that had rocked her world. e letter had said that Harry would be on the train. She had almost vowed that she would have his semen in her mouth before the trainride was over, and hopefully her Harryride as well. Of course, if he really was as big as Ginny had said, there may just be a bit of a problem with that. Ah, well. ere were magical solutions to everything. She had heard of a magical lubricant that should make her able to do her kegels with a Quaffle, so there was all kinds of hope. She would have him. In public, too. *
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When she tried to draw the one-eyed trouser snake, she had dropped the pen multiple times, and dripped all over the paper. She had learned how to work her nipples consciously, and could contra them to rock hard pebbles or fingerlong points with a bit of concentration. She had also learnt to open and close her cervix at will, and her gagging reflex was almost gone. She could also stand up and put one leg behind her neck without using her hands or losing her balance. She didn’t know why that would be useful, but she was sure she’d think of something. She didn’t know what to do about her figure, though. Harry was an orphan, but he had probably been breast-fed anyway. However, research showed that athletic men preferred soer bodies, and emotionally challenged men, like Harry had to be, preferred big breasts. Her own slim, athle tic body wouldn’t do unaided. She had scoured her books for reliable breast expansion charms, but came up dry. Not even the nasty muggle way would work, because it would require her father’s signature, and that would be inappropriate. He didn’t need to know her ambition of being a living sex goddess, and he might even try to find a flaw in her perfe plan. at wouldn’t do. On the other hand, she could probably forge his signature, have the procedure and use ordinary magic to heal aerwards. at would be a new thing for Harry, and he would surely appreciate the discomfort she had gone through for his pleasure. She would call for the surgeon in Basingstoke. She had memorized the phone-book at Hermione’s on a slow day anyway. Aer properly hexing a phone booth in Ottery St Catchpole, she called the BMI Healthcare, Hampshire clinic, in Basingstoke. Aer a quick conversation, she got an initial appointment for the next day, which gave her a bit of time to study. She never would have guessed how many confounding charms she would need to know to become a sex goddess. On the other hand, if it was easy, anyone would do it. *
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Hadn’t he almost succumbed himself? No, the thing at Kilchurn couldn’t be human. Everything was his fault, anyway. Even Nagini was cold to him these days. She had said that there was a great serpent lord in the land, like he didn’t know that. It was him. For some reason, all his parseltoys from Slytherin wouldn’t reond to him anymore, and it had to be the Kilchurn wanker’s fault. He would kill him. e world would fear him again. First, though, he would do away with the Potter brat’s friends. e boy was dead, of course. He had heard the rumours, but as his legilimency hadn’t picked him up, and Severus insisted that the boy was unable to learn occlumency now, there was just no possibility that the boy was alive. Anyway, that mudblood would be a good target. She was rumoured to be fairly intelligent, for the ecies, anyway. Better give the mission to Wormtail, then. He may not be very smart, but his low cunning had it’s good points. e mudblood bitch should be raped and murdered in a very bloody way, so he’d better send Draco along. He had told many stories about how women screamed as he entered them, and would certainly do the rape well. Experience was the key. Now, he needed to recruit, but how...? *
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He was sitting at one of the tables in the back of “e Cat and the Cradle”, a tiny Wizarding pub that also catered some of the muggles in Huntly. e local Muggles had long since learnt that close to the Clashindarroch forest, many odd things happened, and one shouldn’t care overmuch. e miniscule man went more or less unnoticed, as did the robed guest he had been waiting for. “Good evening Filius.” e small man rose to pull a chair out for his guest. “To you too, Minerva. It was good of you to agree to meet me here.” She smiled at him, but it was a brittlesmil e. He had, in fa, come close to blackmailing her. She refused to acknowledge that, however. “Your message was truly intriguing. Which secrets of mine were you talking about? Surely not my recipe for Gingerbread?” He was intelligent enough to hear what she wasn’t saying, and he did look embarrassed for a second before he bit down and pushed on. “Hardly. I heard that you arrived with the Kilchurn forces aer the battle at Longbottom Manor, and I am curious as to the nature of your affiliation with Kilchurn.” at, she did not expe. e big question was of course why it bothered him, so she had to ask something else. “How on earth did you know about that? I’m not denying my presence, but I apparated away in less than a minute.” He knew the game, so he chose to answer the asked question, instead of the one she chose not to ask. “One of the Auror’s was my nephew, and he recognised his old Head of House. So, how do you know the Lord Kilchurn?” She understood that this was not an idle question. He wouldn’t reinforce it like this if the answer didn’t mean a lot to him. She still wasn’t ready to give him the full answer before talking to Harry about it. Filius was trustworthy, and had been a very good friend ever since school. She had been two years ahead of him and they had talked a lot even though they hadn’t really moved in the same circles, but she remembered the brilliant little man fondly. Briefly, she wondered why she had never gone out with him. She had gone out with a lot of boys, but not with him, and still, he was the only one she kept in touch with aer school, even before they became teachers. She covered her slight confusion by offering a hypothesis. “Possibly his young charge had talked well of me, so he invited me to visit?” e diminutive genius snorted. He recognised the covering for what it was, which was nothing. She could see traces of agitation in him, which was rather rare. What could provoke such emotions in the usually controlled man? “Or the Minnie McGee I remember from school isn’t so far gone as I feared. Now, what was that amusing nickname they gave you?” If looks could kill, Filius Flitwick would at least have developed a serious cold. Minerva was not amused, and she was even more mortified that her friend had heard the rumours.
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“e name I believe you are referring to was ’Roundheels’, and I thank you for remembering what happened to ’Dodgy’ Doge the one time he used it to my face.” Her energetic reonse should tell him that his suicions were indeed unfounded. To her relief, he grinned broadly at her. “I do indeed, which is why I didn’t. is Pritchard fellow is rumoured to be a fairly handsome chap, so naturally I was curious. I’m sorry for bringing that up.” He apparently was. She figured that it didn’t mean much if he knew. It wasn’t like he was one in her long row of suitors, aer all. “Oh, never mind. Just think what it would have been if my Animagus shape had been known in school. Now, for your information, Pritchard is indeed handsome, but he also has a beautiful teenaged wife and three mistresses living in the castle, as well as a bevy of others coming and going. He wouldn’t waste his time on an old crone like me.” Relief was coming off the little man like steam rising from a cauldron of pepper-up potion. He straightened his back and met her eyes as he answered. “His loss, then. I always see you like yo u looked in your seven th year. ere is no beauty in school now who can rival you, Minnie.” His honesty was unmistakable, and the normally stern Professor found herself blushing like a schoolgirl. What was he trying to do? Suddenly it struck her. “Filius, are you coming on to me? Why? Why now?” “Because there’s hope. Because the stigma of being part-human is fading as we eak, thanks to one article in the Prophet. Because the Dark Lord is going down. Because I’ve been attraed to you more or less constantly for half a century, and enough is enough.” “But ... why didn’t yo say anything?” “In school? You were the Pureblood princess, the one everybody were aer, and I was just Gnome-boy. You’re of course still out of my league, but I had to tell you at least.” “I do believe this is a conversation for another setting. My place, perhaps? I’m not saying anything definite, of course, but my other form makes me very curious, and yes, you may say it.” She smiled indulgently. He knew what he wanted to say. It was a bad off-colour joke that she had heard many times, and discouraged mightily. “ank you. God bless that pussy! You have no idea how long I wanted to say that.” e half-goblin was grinning from ear to ear. She couldn’t keep her controlled exterior up any more, so she smiled at him. It was a warm, friendly and even slightly naughty smile, that was a lot closer to Minnie McGee than Professor McGonagall. As they le the pub, she thought about the proes of the immediate future, and managed to sum them up, as well as reond to her colleagues comment with one word. “Indeed.” *
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Dobby was having a lot of fun. Sanuary was working great, and he had had to ask the Garden Lord for help. Together they had started the Whitest Witches Laundry service, which now catered every magical inn in the realm, as well as a few muggle hotels. A couple of elves from Sanuary would pop over and bring the dirty linen to the great laundry room of the castle, where the recuperating elves would wash and iron them before they were popped back. e elves had something to do, and according to the Garden Lord, the Sanuary aually turned a neat profit. ey were just days from opening the Blazing Broom cleaning service, but the noticeme-not-charms were tricky, if they wanted people to notice that the place was clean. e elven Hoital was working out just fine, and with the laundry service as therapy, elves were recuperating much faster. e real kicker was when their old Goddess, from before the House elves were house elves but a kind of domestic gnome, Hustomte, back in the lands of the Midnight Sun, had visited them. She had been very pleased with them, and with their choice to follow Harald Fafnersson. ey were happy, too, as they had anticipated an order from their Goddess before the order even had been considered. ey were good House-Elves. ey had been asked to pop around the countryside with strange creatures. ey had made almost a thousand pops with Lindorm’s alone, and then there were other strange beasts as well. Dobby wasn’t stupid at all, and he certainly recognised a minefield when he saw one. Suddenly, this was not a good place to be for Dark Wizards. Dobby grinned. He was a good House Elf to the bestest magical house in the world. *
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“Arrest him, then.” “On what charge?” “Invent something. Obstruion of Justice. e attack should have been yours to handle.” “e alliance is registered and verified. It won’t work.” “e murder of all those people?” “e attacking, uniformed force? I wouldn’t go there, Sir.” “e assault on Dolores?” “It was nothing compared to the trouble he could legally make, regarding her attitude at the scene. If you make a single move to prote her, you could end up with a feud between Kilchurn on one side, and Umbridge and Fudge on the other. at’s without the allies. Do you want the risk of tha t, Minister?”
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“Of course not. ere has to be something I can do. He’s a power outside my control, and I don’t like that one bit.” “Minister, you could send someone to investigate his problems with the laws, and maybe reify some of them?” “Bend over for those animals? I’d rather attack the castle.” “Minister, you would have to do that yourself. No Aurors will do it for you, and is more likely to help Kilchurn anyway. If you give the order to move against Kilchurn, most of your Aurors will quit.” “is is treason!” “No, Minister. We are sworn to prote the ministry, not the minister. If we move against Kilchurn, he will see it as an attack by the ministry, and the ministry will be gone. He took out the Death Eaters at his liege’s home with an expeditionary force, and his main body never even moved . Gang warily here, minister. Legally, there’s nothing you can do, military, there’s nothing you can do and personally, I would advise you to keep your distance. ings will blow over.”
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we can begin to feed.” Commander Steiner was not happy. e Vampyrs was a proud unit, as far as mercenaries went, anyway. He didn’t really have a problem with working for a Dark Lord. He did, however, have a problem with being assigned as backup to a ragtag bunch of absolute losers like this outfit, that identified themselves with the romantic name “Crimson Dawn”. He had nurtured a certain hope of competence when he heard that one of the Dark Lords most trusted men, and one of the coming stars were going with them, but that hope crashed and burned when he was introduced to a ratlike little man with a showy prosthetic hand, and a snot nosed brat, high on his own pure blood and obviously suffering from delusions of adequacy. at was when he learnt about the assignment. He was to follow these intelleually challenged incompetents on an attack against a schoolgirl. A schoolgirl, about sixteen years old, who apparently was intelligent in ite of a faulty parentage. Commander Steiner really wished that he had never le Bremen. *
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“ey need better news, then . Hel, any Huldr who come to me will be fed, at least on energy. e world holds no shortage on erm donors, I would guess. If Freja has seconded the entire ecies to me, maybe I should look around for a suitable village or something like that. ey’ve got to live somewhere, and preferably, somewhere I can get to regularly.” “To feed them?” “Basically, yes. I also want to learn more about them, of course, and there should be some way to read a more unbiased view on them, right?” “Like a reserve, or just a dedicat ed habitat. Not a bad idea. May I discuss it with Neville?” “Sure, just don’t pester him. He’s running himself ragged on my behalf, and I don’t even know what he’s doing most of the time.” “I’ll remember that. Susan is helping him, and she’s taken on some of the running tasks, like rumour control and your social calendar.” “I have one?” “Well, Caradoc does, anyway. Back on topic, though. What do you want people to know?” “Hmm. ey need to know that I’ve been abroad. Any attempt to glean the truth with Legilimency will produce images of me in a large bed with loads of pastel pillows, while scantily clad ladies feeds me peeled grape s. I was thinking about going there with Leif, talk some about hammers and girls and things, and as soon as Leif leaves, I will morph into my Harry Potter body. in, pale and weak and with my famous glasses.” “Interesting. Let me guess here. In the smaller body, you will deny what just happened, and claim that the bed is the real story, while the stories of your Giant friend and your muscles read?” “Yep. at way, I’ll be able to get away with more strange shit than if I tried to make a proper cover-up or with full disclosure. I will be cryptic to my acquaintances, and only tell the partial truth to my friends. My enemies will of course wish they weren’t there, or even born. I have no intention of playing the school game any more.” “Just be careful, Hasse. You will be a target like never before.” “Let them come. I won’t leave safety without my armour, and I will stay armed.” “at’ll do, I suppose. Now, how many girls will you impregnate, do you think?” “Sigyn....” *
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of implants, such as facial implants, artificial joints, drainage systems, etc. e magical properties of the material had never been examined, however, but the properties of quartz were of course well known. A quarts crystal can hold struured magic, like a ell, and the larger the cr ystal, the more powe r can it hold. Losses over time ar e determined by the struure of the crystal, and silicone gel cushions, like the ones now residing under the skin of Luna Lovegood, Sex Goddess in training, contained billions of microscopic, but perfe, crystals. e carbon conneions between these crystals allowed for a minor energy exchange between the quarts pieces, as well as a slight loss in the form of radiance. As such, when charged with a potent Attraor- or Charisma charm, the effe would continue to irradiate from the gel cushions for several days in a remarkably steady rate. Unfortunately, one pillow could only hold one ell, which was why Luna at the moment carried a Healing charm in one and a Charisma cha rm in the other. She also orted a slight case of magical exhaustion aer charging her le implant with as much Charisma it could possibly hold, on top of a serious amount of Confundus charms. Once the Healing charm dissipated, she would replace it with an Attraor charm or some other similar magic. Her ree for vain Muggle women had grown several notches. It had bloody hurt! It had only taken two days from the initial meeting until the procedure, and she was currently recuperating at the Granger’s house, while absently listening to Hermione’s feminist rants. She hadn’t mentioned the magical properties of the implants, and she had no intention of ever doing so. It was her little secret, and it had already driven Dr. Granger (male) out of the house, and Luna wondered if Hermione even noticed how oen she interrupted her rants to eat Luna out. Even Dr. Granger (female) had looked eculative at her. Luna figured it was only a matter of time. Ginny was however unaffeed. Apparently, Harry had an even stronger attraion. Luna wondered idly if the penis that Ginny had so vividly described could be large enough to generate it’s own gravity, perhaps, so that Ginny was caught in a degenerating orbit. Some day she might find out. When Luna had visited the surgeon, she had contraed a condition that was common enough to have it’s own name among the medical establishment: Cup-greed. Her srcinal plan was to expand her humble A’s to modestly large B’s, but when the possibilities of the confundus class charms had dawned on her, she could ignore all the sensible waiting periods and the “cool head decisions” and have the largish D’s installed immediately. Fortunately, her foundations were large enough to escape the whole “beachball-in-a-sock” appearance of many similar, poorly considered surgical viims, and her normal magical healing had allowed her skin to stretch accordingly. e wonders of magical healing potions had reduced her discomfort, but the slow irradiation of the healing charms handled the risk of scar-tissue buildup and the subcutaneous bleeding that would have extended her considerably. She felt great. e dayinwould have been a fairly pool. nice one if theconvalescence group of five black-clad wizards hadn’t appeared the Granger swimming *
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“Mistress Susan?” “Tracey? I’m not your mistress, but how can I help you?” “It’s Pansy. Her mind is in the right place, but I’m afraid she’s just too ugly.” “at might be a problem. I wonder if Neville would mind, but I do, anyway. Has she been working on it at all?” “She’s been working hard, but she’s a pureblood from a warrior line. She’s just very far from any kind of beauty.” “at won’t do. Politically, we’re dealing with the impression of the House of Kilchurn. If the chief diplomat shall have a concubine, which he should, it should be a beautiful one. How far would you think Pansy would be willing to go for a shot at real beauty?” “To the end of the world , Mistr... Miss Susan, and then a few miles. Is there any hope?” “ere is. I’ll talk to Elaine, and then I’ll get back to you.” *
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“Fervidus” Commander Steiner realised that these schoolgirl’s might just be worthy of ree, when the petite redheaded witch in the faintly visible bikini casually threw an overpowered cooking charm into the water. He was able to launch himself out of the pool before it came to boil by casting Reduo straight down and use the shockwave as propellant. He landed on the lawn next to the tiled area. He had lost both his wand and his breath, and before he could regain either, a beautiful brunette cast a freezing charm on his soaked, steaming clothes. He was grateful for the cold, but as the full body bind slamme d into place, he realised that he might just have gotten a really bad deal. e ratfaced man had,as far as he understood, grabbed the brat and aivated their return portkey, bringing a few metric tons of boiling water along for the ride. e other two recruits, Greene and Taylor, were pulled out of the pool with some severe blistering, and one of them had apparently lost a hand. He could hear the brunette and the redhead argue about what to do with their prisoners, when Steiner heard something on his other side. As he swivelled his eyes towar ds the sound, he saw Her. Luna giggled slightly at the sight of the Death Eater with the prosthetic hand being dragged by theand weight of thea portkey metal appendage, andEverybody laughed as he grabbed the smaller ofdown the group aivated under water. knew you shouldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a person and the water, and would simply tranort a here, overriding the safety seions of the ell. Luckily for the Death Eaters, no bodyparts had been outside the here, but one of the remaining ones had apparently lost something. e one who had jumped out on his own accord was more interesting. He was tall and well built, and wore a combat suit rather than the clumsy robes of the others. Over his le front pocket was an emblem of a bat against a full moon, and he wore a face shield rather than a mask. His hood was tight, but it had been torn, revealing short, blonde hair and an ear that Luna found quite attraive. She decided to praice, and bounced a little, making the rings of her sun bed squeak. She had considered similar situations before, as she had studied magical body language, and the art of subliminal signalling. As she had gained his petrified attention, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed in a highly calculated motion, stood up, and walked slowly tow ards him, every muscle moving as she wanted it to. She was Divine. Every movement she made was a symphony of grace, and promised pleasures no mortal man could refuse. e Vision was walking towards him, and Commander Steiner, Squadron leader of the Vampyrs mercenary force, understood that Fate had sent him there. She sat down on her heels next to him. She smiled the sexiest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen as she traced his Unit symbol with her slim, perfe finger. She followed the edge of the embroidered moon. Round and round her finger moved on his chest, and the touch burned like fire. She bent down, and whiered in his ear. “I am Luna. Do you want to serve me?” Oh gods, did he ever. His throat was burning with the simple desire to shout ’Yes, please’ but the body bind wouldn’t let him. She seemed to understand anyway.
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e weather shouldn’t produce any mist at all, really, but she was surrounded by rolling clouds of it. It was near midnight, and the water appeared black as it reached towards her in little waves. In front of her, maybe twenty yards out in the lake, the mist began to glow with a bluish light. A hand broke the surface, and it was followed by a beautiful woman in a white gown who seemed to flow out of the water. Around her slim waist were a golden girdle, and thin gold chains accentuated her perfe breasts. Pansy was too taken by the whole scene to be jealous as the beautiful brown-haired woman walked across the water towards her. As she oke, her voice didn’t come from her mouth, but from all direions at once, like a choir of a thousand voices whiering gently in perfe harmony. “Little Pansy, why are you here?” “Milady, I wish to please my Master, but I was not made to catch the eye of men. I wish for that to change.” Fortunately, she had began preparing for whatever ceremony or ritual could happen since Tracey had appeared in her room. is question was obvious. Others may not be, so Pansy listened carefully. “Pansy Parkinson, you have served a false Serpent Lord. Will you denounce him for the real Lord of your house? Have you taken the oath to the House of Kilchurn?” is time, Pansy was lost. e false Serpent Lord was obvious, but the real one? Kilchurn had never showed any incli nation towards snakes at all unless ... unless you counted the small Dragon. It was a lot more reptilian than any other dragon she had seen, and if Kilchurn house d that one, there may just be more she didn’t know about. Why should she know anything, really? Praically nothing was known about him. “I have taken the oath, and I will not follow or obey the Dark Lord any longer. Should a real lord announce himself, I may follow him, but I do not fully understand.” “Well said. You do think before you say what you think I want to hear. I am pleased. Come into the water.” Pansy walked forward, and was more than a little surprised at how deep it was. Aer only three steps, the cold water reached her chin. e Lady of the Lake, because Pansy was clever enough to conne the dots and figure out who she was, motioned for her to stop.” “You are between life and death. You can move back, and leave. No one knows how you will fare either way. You can also move forward, into a life of servitude to the House of Kilchurn, it’s current lord and it’s next. e strong arm of elder times will safeguard you, as it has proteed others. e Heir will accept your service. Will you accept him as Master?” “I will, and I will not turn back.” “en, Pansy, come deeper. Fear not, you will not drown but arise renewed.” Pansy took a deep breath and took a step forward. She couldn’t feel the bottom as something swept her away under the surface. She fought her panic and won, as she felt her body shi and move, and warm, blue light surrounded her. She slowly lost consciousness, and knew nothing until she woke up in her own bed. *
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Stina was very, very tired. e transformation of the girl had really been an a of mercy, but the power it required to make the morphing permanent was staggering. Harry had allowed her to use his without even knowing what she wanted it for, and the trust he showed her brought tears to her eyes. ese tears were not dissimilar to the ones she had shed from laughter when Susan had laid out her little scheme to the Kilchurn Sewing Coven, as she had laughingly put it. Sigyn had helped in polishing the phrases so that they could allude to both the Norse and the Arthurian cycles, and Jorunn had helped her calling up the mist while Disa had used her allure to provide the sense of unreality. Stina herself needed a few minutes to morph from Rainbow to an idealised Elaine, so the help was needed. When the pug-faced girl had submerged herself, Stina had vetted her mind, and found it remarkably educated, but untrained. She had suppressed the slight superiority complex, and enhanced her submissive traits as well as encouraging her to tell the story of her transformation ’in confidence’. e Tales of Kilchurn and reading, and with asPantheon a public face, they would be able to enterwere their building beloved Master and Husband intoElaine the very of Magical Britain. ’Harald the Just’ had a nice ring to it, aer all. *
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“I just hope they don’t come back. Now, I’ve learned my lesson, and I won’t keep asking how Luna got all those soldiers under her command, but they sure make me sleep better, knowing they’re on guard. I was very concerned at first, but they seem reliable to me, and that charming Commander Steiner is very polite and friendly. Now, dear, I’ll bring Fred and George downstairs, so you can get ready.” e twins suddenly turned serious. “No, mum...” “We would like a word with...” “Our favourite sister first. We’ll be...” “Right down.” “Okay, what’s going on here?” “We realised something. You were not to be seen anywhere on Harry’s birthday.” “So we think there might be something to know.” “And that you, Sister dear, know it.” Staring intently at her, they asked in chorus. “Where’s Harry?” Well, she never believed her twin brothers were stupid, but while she didn’t know very much, she decided to share it. “I honestly don’t know, but I’ve seen him, and I gave him his present. He’ll be back, and you might just regret you’re not in school any more.” She grinned at them as they groaned, but they bounced back quickly with their conclusion. “So, he’s at Kilchurn Castle, he’s tight with the Lord and you’re no longer eligible for Unicorn hunting, then?” Not a bad conclusion at all, she thought before formulating an answer. “No idea, no idea and yes, more’s the pity. I believe we were at Kilchurn, because the place mobilised in about ten seconds when the Longbottom alarm went off, and people turned to him for leadership. Since you asked, if the alarm hadn’t gone off, I might had seen my last unicorn. Now, brothers dear, did you really want to know that?” Her saucy smile had her brothers blushing and groaning to a great combined effe. “No, not really. Will he give you something in return, do you think?” “I hope, anyway. Why?” She asked suiciously. “Just ordinary, non-pranking curiosity.” Fred would have been more believable if he hadn’t conjured a halo. “Frankly, we just want a bit of proof as to our favourite partner’s continuing existence.” George said seriously. “Not that we doubt you, but still.” “Very well. If you make me angry, I know someone who can reduce yo ur shop to bubbling rubble. You know that, don’t you?”
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as it touched her, she squealed. It felt like hands, eleric hands caressing her, stroking her, and before she could get a hold on the new sensation, it overwhelmed her, and she came. As the quick orgasm ebbed out, she looked aroun d and saw that they were high over Ottery St Catchpole. at’s when Hank decided to powerdive, and her screams of excitement over the eed and the thrill of the dive, Hank hit her with the blue light again, but this time, it wasn’t so overwhelming, but he built the tension inside her through the dive, a following loop and a barrel roll, not allowing her to climax until at the turning point of a perfe Wronski feint. He kept her up in the paradise of the multiple orgasm until he slowed down to land again. With unsteady legs, she climbed out of the saddle and walked up to the head of the powerful animal. “Hank, you can communicate with Harry, can’t you?” e dragon winked at her again, and nodded. “en, my beautiful Dragon, communicate this.” She bent her head over the Dragon’s long nose, and stuck her pink tongue out, tracing the eyes.edges of his scales with the tip from his nose and up between Hank’s now half-closed As the dragon shuddered, she whiered to it. “Tell him that.” *
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With a pop, the funny elf in his sober tweed suit appeared, blowing a smoke ring from his diminutive Briar pipe. She hadn’t looked at the pipe before, but now she could see that the head of it was sculpted to resemble an irate Severus Snape, with the smoke coming out of his head. She giggled a bit before addressing him. “Chamberlain Dobby, could you please alert Huldr Saga that she is needed in the Grand hall, and see to it that Master Harry gets a tankard.” “Of course, Lady Suzibones. I’ll see to it.” He bowed to both of them before disappearing. Harry was a bit confused, and as it showed, Susan explained. “Harry, I need to talk to you about sexual matters, so you need to get off in a hurry. Saga wanted to taste you anyway, so I thought that we could talk while she sucks you off.” Harry just smiled. “Susan, you are a very strange girl, and Nev is lucky to have you.” “He will be, anyway. He hasn’t had me yet. You think you can focus for a while, now that you know help is on the way?” “Sure. Let me have it.” “Firstly, Commander Klaus Steiner of the Lunarian Legion has requested an audience at lord Kilchurn’s convenience. I’ve lodged him with the Einharjer contingent, and I believe Björn will be able to assess his combat skills shortly. Nice guy, that Steiner. I was a bit surprised that neither he, nor any of his men aually believes that Luna is a goddess. Anyway, i’d like you to have a glass with him tonight, if possible. We don’t know anywhere near enough about them.” “Granted. I’ll meet him in the Klub as soon as I’ve had a shower.” “And sex, I hope?” injeed Saga, as she casually walked into the room, stark naked. Her smile was unexpeedly sweet for a feral Huldr, and her sweeping, thick squirrellike brushed to a golden shine, and theserious furry collar, thicker than her daughter’s,tail waswas curled in a way that suggested some care. much She sank down in front of his chair and looked pleadingly at him, but it was Susan who oke next. “How nice of you to come, Saga. Could you please empty our Lord’s balls for him? Don’t mind me.” “Of course, lady Susan. It’s always a pleasure to come, no matter how you put it. My Lord, please don’t bond me, but if you wish to make me pregnant, go right ahead. I won’t ask, so it’s your choice. I wouldn’t mind, though” Harry had thought himself immune by now, but found himself blushing anyway. “Not today, I think. Oral is quite sufficient, and I think I need to talk to your daughter before doing anything permanent.” At that, he felt the link open and the presence of his loves was there, alerting him that this was a ’public’ call. Disa’s voice carried through. ∼ Master, I can always sense you. We have talked about it, and if you feed my mother, I really won’t mind. It might be a bit petty of me, but I would pref er it if you would impregnate me before my mother, though. ∼
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Yes, Love. I’d like that, too. I’ll just go ahead and have some casual sex with your Mum, then? ∼ ∼ Do that. Have fun, Love. ∼ Apparently, she hadn’t caught his amused and bewildered tone, but since Saga had taken the opportunity to liberate his most diroportionate member and started to taste it, he didn’t really give a damn any more. e feral woman was very skilled, so Harry just sat back and enjoyed it, as Susan stared at the impossible flexibility of the non-humans throat. “Susan? ... Was there... anything else?” “Erm... what? Oh yes. Don’t tell Neville, but I borrowed Tracey from you and recruited Pansy Parkinson as a pet for Neville. I don’t particularly like the idea of being anally slam-fucked or have my head forced too far down, ... like that, yes, but I don’t want to rob Neville of the pleasures. She will of course service me as well, so it’s really a win-win situation. Stina pulled some of your magic to make her pretty, which will grate on Malfoy as a bonus, but the point is that we more or less established Stina as the Lady Of e Lake. We also introduced the idea of a rightful and just Serpent Lord into the rumour-mill, and soon, Kilchurn will be considered Heir of Merlin, if not Merlin himself. Oh Merlin, how does she do that?” “Very well, Susan. She does it very well indeed. ... Don’t you ... think it was a bit premature to ... introduce the Serpent Lord at this ... point. Oh Goddess, Saga, you’re really good at that. Is the transformation of Pug Parkinson ... that drained me so bad the other d ... the other day?” “I should think so. My, isn’t it hot in here?” she said in her sexiest voice as she shrugged her robe off, and began to unbutton her blouse. Her voice worked it’s magic, and Harry shot off down the Huldr’s throat. Her eyes opened in surprise, but then she closed them and enjoyed the copious amount that rushed into her body, but she couldn’t keep up for long. Susan’s eyes were riveted to the small stream of semen that leaked out through the corners of Saga’s mouth. She slid out of the chair, and crawled over to Harry and the Huldr on her hands and knees. She carefully scooped up some semen from Saga’s face with her fingers, and licked them off. Shuddering with pleasure, she proceeded to lick the Huldr’s face and chest clean of her Liegelord’s cum, before standing up and casually returning to her own chair. It might have been the view of that, that caused Harry to let out a powerful blast of Passionfire, that knocked the Huldr out cold. Small torrents of lightning flowed over her body for a few seconds until she sat up again, shaking her head. “Master Harald, I’ve ... I’ve ... Damn. Any time, any place and any how, Master. If you wish to bond me, or even cut my tail, just do it. I’m yours.” “Are you fed enough now, Saga?” he asked, mostly to cover his lack of composure. “For the next year, I guess. I see why the Goddess likes you, and you better believe I’ll read the word among our kind. As I said, I’m yours. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I guess I have to lay down a bit.” She stumbled out of the Grand hall, with the occasional ark still illuminating her tail, making her jump. e scent of aroused female was strong, but Harry didn’t mind. He turned to Susan, who had her robes on again and looked as prim and proper as ever. Her ∼
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cheeks had a slight flush, but she didn’t say anything about it. He buttoned up his trousers again, and addressed her in a casual tone. “So, if you want Pansy to be your toy, have fun with that. Now, you really don’t need my permission, of course, but I would appreciate to learn of these things in advance from now on. You’re attaching her to you, which means she’s attached to me, and has the right to expe my proteion. I feel like I’m stretching myself too much. Death Eaters attacked Hermione’s parents’ place, and I didn’t even know it. I’m good in a fight, I make fairly good blades and my nails are bloody brilliant, but you seem hell-bent on making me into some kind of half-god. I’m not. I’m Harry.” Susan aually laughed at that. “Sure you are, Mister dragon animagus, adopted son of a Great serpent, assigned Chaos faor and bedmate of a fertility Goddess, a real one. Staff wielder, Master smith, Seidsinger, watermage, part vampire, part Veela, part Giant and part things I’ve never even heard about. A regular Joe Average, you are. Not to mention that ramrod you’ve got in your pants. Every guy has four sexual beings in bed most nights, and even does the ir mums if the girlfriends is too far out. Grow up, Harry, and see who you are.” Harry was stunned. e man she had described was one hell of a guy, a powerhouse, and possibly the luckiest bloke on the planet. What he couldn’t really get was that it was him. But it was. “You know, that’s one hell of a list you got there . anks. I’ll try to keep that in mind.” “You’d better. Now, let’s talk about the unit formerly known as the Vampyrs.” *
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“Do call him by name, please . Voldemort or possibly Riddle. Now, I’m also a bit curious of the Lunarian side of things.” Commander Steiner put his glass down and looked the Gray Lord in the eye. “My Lord, do you know about my and my men’s family background? We’re from prominent Nazi families,and at home, that’s a real Stigma. We’re not allowed in the Regulars, we’re never hired by the Goodies, sorry, the official law enforcement, or anyone considered Light. Are you familiar with the concept of Ronin? Samurais who had lost their Masters, and became fanatically loyal to whoever picked them up? Luna picked me up, and she gave me a sense of belonging that I didn’t know I missed. We are aware of that you are paying, but we serve her. She’s good and kind, she’s clever and powerful, and she’s also of course dynamite in bed. She might just be an incarnation of a Sex Goddess. It’s a bit hard to explain the feeling it is to be found and accepted, possibly loved, by such a person, such a personality. As soldiers and mercenaries, we’re bought and sold. As the Lunarian Legion, we at least know that we’re not needlessly ent.” “Well said, Commander. As Luna is a friend of the family, I don’t see any problems between us as long as you stick with her. So, what did you want to talk about?” “Suitably enough, a formal alliance. My Goddess wishes to join her flag to your battle standard. Her Father, who should be the formal head of the family, has surprisingly enough yielded his rights to his daughter.” “I see. Well, the interest for such an alliance is rather obvious by now, I guess. I should require a personal meeting, though. As a personal friend of Freja, I would very much like to meet the local Sex Goddess.” “My Goddess has expressed interest in a personal meeting with either you or a particular one of your associates. She did not confide in me the ecifics, but as I understand it, she expeed it to be handled in school.” “A capital idea. My associate will announce him self to her, and they can discuss business at their leisure.” “So. at was the business part. Darts?” *
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they expeed him to brag to his dorm-mates. He put his wand in a sleeve holster Leif had made for him, and strapped the shrunken Stormbringer to his hip, mostly hiding it in his pocket. It made it hard to sit, though, so he decided to leave the battle hammer in his trunk instead. Once he was done, he shrunk the trunk down, and put it in his shirt pocket before lacing up the vest. He had gotten so used to wearing the leather trousers, the linen shirt and tight vest that it never even occurred to him to wear something else. He looked out the window an d sighed at the sight of Scotl and in early fall. Sure Hogwarts was in Scotland, too, but it wasn’t his Scotland. Now, he had to go to England, at least for a few hours. He was not happy about that, and he wanted to revel in that feeling, for once this summer. He had even asked the girls to stay away for now. He wanted to commit his castle and the view to memory. He was going back to school, and for the first time ever, he hated it. He would have to be Harry Potter again. Well, there were some people who should learn just who Harry Potter was! He would not fold this year. His priority was not the school, the Ministry or the Order. e house of Kilchurn was his, and Hel could take whoever tried to separate him from his family. girls had tried to convince himAs tothey expand thehefamily I school, and even refrained fromHis sharing is bed the previous night. put it, needed all the charge he could get, seeing as he would screw at least twenty witches on the ride alone. Harry had just groaned, but as he had one ecial witch in mind, one who had aually promised to swallow, he could probably do with a largish load. “Hasse, I mean Harry, you ready go station of schooltrain?” “Yes, Leif, I guess I am. Why do you use english now?” “You may not know, but most in castle eak Norse for weeks. Even Susan and Neville learn with Stina in bath. You need listen in English.” “anks, but I don’t think I need it. Now, are you sure you can appparate us both to the coordinates?” “Yes, little Harry. I big giant, remember? I not really can blend in if I miss, so I learn precision. I draw power from earth and field, and we go. Easy-peasy. I need to stand on ground, though. “Okay, lets get down, then. Hey, maybe I can get my broom back in school, and fly here some time.” “Hasse, once the girls get horny, they’ll come to you wherever you are. Now, Little Hasse, it’s soon time to go.” “What am I forgetting?” “To move. You behind in courses, use Stina’s brain. You need army, call us. Hell, you need big help, half of the gods in Vanaheim will come. You good. I wish you marry Jorunn and Disa, though. Stina, has no need of ceremony, she say as she part of you anyway, but try to marry Huldr girls soon. Now I say it, and won’t sleep on couch tonight. ere, all done.” “So, this is it, then?” “Yes, Harald Fafnersson. It’s time for Harry Potter to go to school, and may Loke have mercy on it.”
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“But not on us!” the Oysters cried, ”Hello there Hermione, Luna, Ginny. I’ve had a brilliant summer. How was yours?” Luna opened her mouth to say something when two missiles launched right next to her. e reddish streak won, and Ginny was caught by Harry and hoisted into the air by those massive, muscular arms. As he lowered her into a tight embrace, she did her best to cover his face with kisses. He laughed, and appeared to look for something around her neck. As he found it, he did something to her neck. Something blue flared for a lit second, and Ginny went lim p in his arms. She did whier some thing to him, though, before she staggered to the side, leaving room for Hermione. Hermione stared at the young man before her. e tight vest could almost be a coat of paint, as it showed his muscles off almost as if he were naked. at thought immediately made her eyes go downwards on their own accord, and the monstrous impossibility that reached down the leg of his tight pants made her drop her jaw. As she didn’t move, he did. He took the closing step slowly, and closed her in those strong arms, making it very clear to her that if he wanted to have her, she would be powerless to stop him, even in the unlikely event that she would want to. She felt his breath against her ear, and suddenly her undies were much too wet for comfort. She felt something ripple, like warm water against her skin, as he whiered to her. “anks for the letter, Hermione. I do remember your post scriptum, and I intend to hold you to that. Right here, perhaps?” She groaned in his ear as she felt her undies disappear. e rippling sensation travelled upwards, and suddenly her bra was gone as well. “So, this really turns you on, doesn ’t it? I can remove all your cloth es right here, and perhaps even make you mine right here, making you make good on your promise to swallow right here.” 289
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She bit his ear. He inhaled from the brief pain, and growled at her, making her skirt vanish under her robe. She shuddered in a light, very light orgasm, that wouldn’t keep her for more than a few minutes, she reckoned. He had claimed her, right there on the platform, and she hadn’t even said a word. It was just that she couldn’t think of anything sensible to say, so she just whiered in his ear. “You, Mister Potter, had better fuck me soon, or I will do you on the stairs to the main gate.” He separated from her with a wicked smile. “Which would you prefer, I wonder? Now, I just have to greet Luna before I lose my muscles for a while.” Luna had approached, as had most of the people on the platfo rm. at included a certain Commander Steiner, who was looking at Harry eculativ ely. Harry turned to him first. “At ease, Commander. If you wish, I can relieve you, and take over the guard.” “ank you, Lord Potter, but I’d rather we double-post it, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all. Carry on.” And Luna flowed into his arms. “Hello there, Goddess.” “Hello Harry. I didn’t save myself for you. I’m sorry.” “We all have our paths, and I didn’t expe you to. You’re my very good friend, and yes, I’m not affeed by your artificial charms. Good work, though. We should discuss an alliance soon, you and I.” “We should. Do you like anal? Because you’re just too big for me right now , but I can praice a bit.” “I don’t really have ecific interests like that, but watch this.” A rippling effe seemed to cross over his body, making him shrink a little in height, and a lot in width. He was once again the scraw ny little boy in ill-fitting clothes and mended glasses and unruly, slightly too long hair. “I can morph pretty much everything.” “Good. en I really suggest you to fuck my arse. It’s apparently very nice, and all the semen makes my boobs silky smooth.” Harry laughed. She was certainly reliable. Even as a Goddess, she was still Luna to the core. e really great part about their little conversation was that no one had heard it well enough, and no one had really seen what happened. As he turned around to face the crowd, he saw a lot of wide open eyes diminish to more normal ogling standards. Once again, he was what they expe ed, except that he was alive. He did see a lot of familiar faces the with crowd, most notably Traceyere Daviswere large,Dean, beautiful that on hisinface a dreamy expression. onceviolet againeyes with hiswere littlelocked sister in tow. He smiled at her, nodded at him, and cast an artful look of consternation towards Tracey, before taking the lead and basically ran to the train. Well inside, he dodged people’s attention with a subtle Notice-Me-Not charm, which enabled him to pass unnoticed until he found an empty compartment. e girls were only a few seconds behind him, and a
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lot more ruffled once they managed to push their way through the throngs of people who wanted to gape at e-Boy-Who-Lived-Again. As the girls tried to catch their breath, not having his never ending stamina, he asked them in a hopeless voice. “I bet lots of people didn’t die this summer. What’s so ecial about me?” Ginny laughed, Luna looked like she was contemplating a list, and Hermione just gaped. Aer a second she seemed to compose herself, as Ginny nodded to Luna, and the two fih-years withdrew to the window, leaving the soon-to-be sixth-years to talk about mature things. “Where have you been? Did you get your books? What happened to your muscles? Is it really you?” She would have gone on for a while longer, Harry thought as he held his hand up. He thought for a second before he answered. “My dearest little Ermine, I fled to Sweden, where I learned the ways of the Sorcerer, the Serpent, and the Smith. I have met the Great Serpent of the North, the Norse Goddess of love and beauty, I’ve married, and have three lovely bonded mistresses to boot. I am an animagus who currently intends to screw you silly right here in this very compartment.” en he smiled. He had oken Norse. “What?” “I just answered your questions. You may not understand that particular language, but if you’re very nice to me, I can say it all in another.” She blushed, paled, and then blushed again. “How nice?” Harry grinned, and then he sang. His voice filled the compar tment, reverberating from the ceiling, and making the door slam shut. A fairly powerful Notice-Me-Not charm was layered into the windows, and an illusion of a filled room was added for good measure. What Hermione noticed was that Harry grabbed her, and pulled her in front of him, facing the window. e corridor outside was filed with students and parents rushing hither and yon, and Harry’s hands was slowly slid upwards, and her breath suddenly grew ragged. He moved his hands towards her breasts outside her robes, giving her plenty of time to stop him. She didn’t. As he reached her breasts, she bent her head back and moaned. “Look at them, Hermione. A tiny film of my magic is all that keeps them from seeing you right now. When I take this robe off, they will see that you don’t have anything on below your waist. Would you like that?” “Yes ... yes please. Take it off. Let them see.” He did. He also sent a quiet word to his highly amused wife, who used the Einharjer communicator to relay his message to an even more amused recipient. “I think I’ll need my full strength soon, so excuse me while I drop the disguise.” His arms that encircled her suddenly filled out, and she felt his muscular chest against her back as he caressed her. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and opened it, and Hermione felt like he was dilaying her, his trophy, to the world. He caressed her breasts and
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teased her nipples for what seemed like an eternity, as people moved in the hall outside. e Patils, Seamus and Dean, Neville and the Bones girl, Susan. e last two stopped right outside to talk, and Hermione was staring at them, transfixed, until Harry oke again. “Hermione? I seem to have a growing problem a bit down. Why don’t you ine it, and see if there’s something you can do about it?” She didn’t hesitate for a second. She un around, gave him a quick, searing kiss and knelt. It frightened her a bit. Growing? As in not yet fully grown? She grabbed the strings and undid the knot in a lit second. She loosened the lacing, and began to pull those tight leather pants down, and followed the revealing of his member with unbelieving eyes. It just didn’t stop! As she had unveiled the whole thing, it rung up a bit, but it was clearly not at full size. She gave the crown a tentative lick, and found the taste most pleasing, and Harry’s moan even more so. She quickly took it in her mouth, and found the sensation of his member hitting the back of her mouth to be oddly pleasing. She applied some serious suion, and began bobbing her head. She didn’t stop as she felt Harry reach down to grab her waist, and she didn’t stop as he turned her upside down. As he touched her enlarged clit with his tongue, she did stop for a second to cry out, but then she continued to try to get his enormous member down her throat. Harry’s tongue was amazing. It reached deep inside her, rubbed against her G-ot and caressed her very cervix. When she glanced out the window, and saw the people there, just a few inches away, she came. In the sensation of an orgasm with a large cock in her mouth, something in her throat must have relaxed, because suddenly, the massive member slid home effortlessly, and she enjoyed the feeling of him throbbing inside her body. Harry, however took this to be the moment to aually li her off, and turn her aro und. It did hurt a bit, but it was even more exc iting, to be handled like that, like a toy, by those incredibly strong arms. She didn’t quite understand how he did it, but suddenly she found herself held by his hands under her arms, and with her knees bent over his elbows. e thing that occupied her mind was that her wet little quim was in conta with Harry’s cock. formal virgin,slowly havingbegan lost the biological to dire a vibrator years ago, but she did She feel was like only a realaone as Harry to lower her onto his rod with their eyes locked together. She whimpered a little as her walls gave way for the monster, but as soon as he was far enough inside to stretch her, rubbing a little against her clitoris and G-ot, she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. She opened them again, of course, to look out at the people, and at the two forgotten girls inside the compartment. Harry hadn’t forgotten about them, however. “Ginny? In the right pocket of my trousers is a necklace like yours with the Hagalaz rune. Could you put it on Hermione, please?” “Of course. Is it a conduor of some sort?” She quickly fou nd the necklace, and fastened the cla around the panting girl’s neck. “Aually, it’s a limiter. Without these necklaces, hand made by Freja herself, it’s addiive.” “I see. Well, it’s on. Hit her.” He did. Hermione could never have imagi ned such pure bliss as she felt when the blue crackling fire invaded her body and told it to become pure Plea sure. She felt her
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juices flow, as her orgasms tore through her, and in the wake of that, Harry buried his full length inside her, stretching her incredibly wide. Heaven continued as he un her around, and held her suended on his cock, facing the window. Susan and Neville were still outside, and Neville was apparently showing her some magic, as he held a glowing purple here in his hand. Suddenly he appeared to hear something from his collar, and suddenly, he and Susan turned to the window, looking straight at Hermione. “Hello there, Hermione,” Neville said. “You do look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Susan added, and that was the last thing Hermione heard, as the orgasm that this revelation produced burned right through her body, and took her mind along. Harry gently lied the unconscious girl off his cock and placed her gently in a seat, allowing her clot hes to flow back on. As Luna opened the door for Neville and Susan, Ginny more or less swallowed Harry whole. Revelling in the combined flavour of Hermione and Harry, she took him as far down as she could, but she also remembered the last time. She waved for Luna to join her, and the self-proclaimed Sex Goddess steadied the huge cock with her enormous bristols as Ginny busied herself with the crown. Aer too few seconds, Harry gave the customary warning and received the customary reonse. Ginny bowed and licked his balls as Luna’s mouth claimed the crown, and the first thick ropes of semen. When she couldn’t keep up, Ginny took over and by joining forces like that, not one drop was wasted. As the two girls readjusted their clothes and Harry flowed his pants up from his knees, where they had been threatening to trip him up the whole time, Neville and Susan applauded the trio. “Very well done, you two,” Susan said. “I’ve seen a Huldr fail to take it all, and they live on the stuff.” “You should have seen his wife the morning aer the wedding. She looked like she had been swimming in yoghurt.” Neville added. “Wife?” Ginny asked, sounding a little hurt. “Don’t worry about it, Ginny,” Susan said. “She’s very understanding, and since I talked to her just a minute ago, I know she doesn’t mind you screwing him at all. No one woman could handle that on her own. Besides, she finds you quite scrumptious, and wouldn’t mind any of you herself.” Ginny looked at Harry eculatively. “So, Harry. Ever been double-teamed?” she smirked at him. “Ginny, there’s a very limited number of things I haven’t done. I’ve never had more than five women in bed at the same time, but I could have increased that number any time in the last weeks if I wanted, but I have a thing about bedding mother and daughter simultaneously.” “You mean, you could ... Damn, Harry. You can’t be serious!” “He is, Ginny,” Neville said with a smile. “Two of his Consorts have their mothers living at the same place, and they are very interested in getting a piece of our little Harrybear here. Right tasty ladies, they are, too.” Susan looked at him with interest. “So, Nev, you want to do Saga? You did her daughter, aer all.”
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“No, not really. Saga would probably screw the life out of me. Disa almost did, and she’s much more controlled than her mum.” Hermione had awakened by now, but she had a drowsy, silly grin on her face when she oke up. “e three of you must have had some summer. So, Harry, how many steady girls do you really have now?” “Well, there’s my wife of course, the infamous Ms. Anne rope, and then I have three Consorts and then there’s Tonks. She’s not a consort, but she’s oath bound to me, and I’m afraid she’s addied to my Passionfire. If it wasn’t for those necklaces, you would be too.” Hermione thought for a moment. en she shook her head. “So, Harry, why don’t you show us your Animagus shape? It’s not like we haven’t seen it before. Isn’t that right, Guinevere?” Her face went from shrewd triumph to embarrassed bewilderment as the three on the “inside” started howling with laughter. “No, Hermione, if I could turn into a falcon, it sure wouldn’t be female. What made you think that?” “Honestly, Harry, you’re a flier, you’re more than a little reckless, and , well, beautiful. e falcon also used that ... Passionfire, on Tonks.” “ank you. Just to mess with you, I could admit that your reasoning is valid, and that I am indeed an animagus. Just not Guinevere. I really shouldn’t have condued it to Tonks. at might have been what made her addied. It’s no big deal, as long as I can zap her once a week, and that’s no hassle. No, Guinevere is an Animagus all right, but she’s not me.” “She’s Elaine, then? Your wife, and Lord Kilchurn’s daughter?” “Oh my, you’re informed,” Harry said with such an honest expression of admiration that Hermione immediately understood that she was wrong. “Don’t fret, Mia. I’ve muddied the waters on purpose, and I do have a pretty good idea how your mind works. So, do you have any guesses on how I ent my summer?” “Mia?” Hermione asked incredulously. “Why not? I think I’ve proven my ability to pronounce words with four syllables. Haven’t you ever had a pet name before?” “I’ve never been a pet before, but you can pet me anytime.” She purred to his immense surprise. “Sorry to interrupt, but as you didn’t really stay awake to make good on your word, Luna and I took over.” Ginny smirked. “You still have at least one time to go.” at made Hermione blush and glance at Neville and Susan. “Did you ... did you really see?” “No, we didn’t. Harry may be quite unembarrassed in front of us, but he wasn’t sure about how real you were ready to go. We took up positions and drove people away with a rather ecial Fea r-charm, and Harry dire ed us. All we saw was the illusion Ha rry made, and it was a really good one.” Neville assured her, nodding towards Harry. “We weren’t even sure we were at the right compartment.”
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“ank Merlin for Harry’s skill, then.” “Freja, please.” “What, Harry? Wait, didn’t you say she made the necklaces, too?” “I met her this summer, and yes, we’re talking about the Norse Goddess. e real, live Goddess. She taught me to make those illusions and a lot of other things.” He suddenly remembered his shape and shrank down to Puny Harry again. at was the moment when the door slammed up, and everybody’s favourite weasel made his customary appearance. He had of course missed the appearance of Harry outside, and even dismissed the whieri ngs. No one had told him straight out that harry was back, either, as those who tried were hushed up by the two gorgeous girls at his sides. Tracey was looking better than ever, with high, pert breasts, very slim waist and a taut butt, and her luminous eyes were arkling as she looked around the compartment. As she expeed him there, she managed to break through Harry’s Notice-Me-Not field, and she smiled at him. Draco, of course didn’t, as he was too busy showing off to the new and improved Pansy. Pansy had become a Amazon. Her waist wasn’t quite as slim as Tracey’s, but a lot more muscled. Her hips were narrow, and she had somehow gained a firm pair of C-cups, with highly prominent nipples, and she had lost the sneer. Her eyes had grown larger, her nose had straightened out a little, leaving her with a cute little up-nose that was just adorable, and her jaw had slimmed out. Her brown hair was wavy, and styled like the few photos of Elaine Prichard showed, in a loose ponytail. All in all, she was looking really good. “So, you complete bunch of losers and soon-to-be corpses. Where’s your saviour now? What happened to him when he tried to show his face in public?” e door slammed shut behind him and the two girls, separating them from the two normal tag-along goons. “He killed some, ripped the magic out of some and then, he took a vacation.” It was very quiet in the compartment as Draco Malfoy slowly turned around to face a “dead” man. “Hi Draco. You didn’t follow the script there. You were supposed to use your normal word for Muggleborn, and then I was supposed to kill you. So, how’s Lucy dealing with life as a squib then?” “You ... you ...” As Draco ran out of eloquence, he of course drew his wand. Striking an impressive pose, he pointed it straight at Harry’s face where it rested for two whole seconds before Harry simply took it away and tossed it on the ground, putting his boot over it. “Draco, Draco. You see, here’s how work. You Youwill willnot keep to yourself do your homework and wank off and allthis theyear usualwill things. address any ofand the people present without good cause. You will not annoy me in the slightest because when you do, you will be horribly wounded and maimed and scarred for life. at’ll be the warning. Now, leave the girls here and run. ey’re pretty and might want to choose the winning side. You are ugly and will most likely die.”
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He casually opened the door, and summoned the gritty wand to his hand. He stuffed it down the back of Malfoy’s shirt before pushing him through the door, and into the wall on the other side before looking at Crabbe and Goyle. “Goyle, I’m sorry about your dad, but this is war, and he chose the losing side. You’ve got time to turn around. However, if you move against me or mine, I will kill you too. You too, Crabbe. I don’t want to kill anyone, but there seems to be loads of people who choose to be on the losing side, and they will die.” “You can’t kill, Potter. You’re too goodie-goodie for that.” Malfoy at out in a great dilay of stupidity. Harry grabbed his collar with one hand, and his right index finger with the other, snapping it with ease. Before the blonde ponce could even begin to scream, Harry hissed at him. “Idiot. It’s not about right and wrong, light or dark. It’s You against Me, Us versus em, and you, you insignificant little staleblood with delusions of adequacy, are em. Your very existence is a threat to me and mine, and I will kill you in a heartbeat if you give me the flimsiest of reasons, so see that you don’t.” He focused a second, and as he oke next, his voice was heard in every compartment, behind every silencing charm, and caused a seventh-year Slytherin to lose his ereion, to the great disappointment of the sixth-year ’Puff he was with. “Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow students. Kilchurn has declared the use of the word Mudblood to be prohibited. e first offence will result in brok en bones, the third is considered Capital. is applies to all years, as well as the sta ff. ank you for your attention.” With that, he nodded at Crabbe and Goyle, and returned to the compartment. e compartment was quiet. Ginny, Luna, Hermione, Tracey and Pansy was just staring at him with half-open mouths as Susan and Neville were shaking with suppressed laughter. “Damn, Harry. You just don’t know how to keep a low profile, do you?” Neville snorted. “Nope. e only time I held it was when I had it, or possibly wanted it. e attack in Diagon Alley proved to me that this is war, and I will win.” He flopped down on an empty seat. “And just how long have you rehearsed the little eech you gave Malfoy?” Susan asked with an arched eyebrow. Harry grinned at her. “Every time I shaved for the past month. I had several versions ready, depending on his stupidity. is was the simplest.” He looked at the two Slytherins. “Hello there, Ladies, I don’t think we’vebattler been properly introduced. nameand is Harald, Harry to my friends, Triwizard survivor, of dark lords, writer My of lines I once did Vätternrundan in seven hours. I got a medal for that. I know your names, of course, but as you stayed behind when the winner of the all-wizards stupidity award went away, I assume you want in on the winning side so I want to know you a little better. Pansy, you’re certainly not one I’d call my friend in a hurry. Could you tell us why you’re here?”
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“I want to live, and I want out of the bloody arranged marriage my father has sold me to. I know I’ve disgraced myself to you all, but mostly to Lord Longbottom.” She turned to him and fell on her knees with her head bowed. “As such, Lord Longbottom, please accept my servitude as atonement for my crimes against you. I wish to serve you, in any and all capacities it is possible for me to do, until your Lady thinks that I have redeemed myself.” Neville was a bit lost for words, but he was a Pureblood, and as such he had an enormous reservoir of platitudes for all circumstances. “I, Lord Longbottom, do thank you for this most extravagant offer. Sorely tempted am I to take it without thought, but prudence has taught me differently, and while I by no means intend any slight against your good intentions, I must ask you to clarify these intentions.” Harry couldn’t help himself. In a loud whier, he asked Hermione. “Don’tcha jist luv ta hear the aristrecrates talk all fancy like tha’?” She suppressed a giggle, before answering. “Duz me heart alotta good te hear’em pulishing those vocabilaryties all shiny.” “Hush, you low-born oafs.” Neville laughed. “My lord,” Pansy continued, with only the tiniest trace of mirth in her voice, “It is clear that I have been misinformed regarding who’ll win the current confli, and as such, I wish to live. My goals may not be the purest , but as I understand that I need to earn and gain the ree and proteion from the House of Kilchurn in order to survive, I have chosen to, by your leave, bind myself to the Lord Longbottom. You are just and kind, and hopefully, I will learn those traits. I trust my servitude to Lady Susan, as you are known to be more forgiving than I deserve, and she is more likely to know your worth than you are, My Lord. erefore, she will know when I have served enough.” Neville seemed to consider this carefully, before turning to Harry. “My Lord, her position is fair and just, and as my Lady has been reminding me frequently and occasionally loudly, it is my duty to keep a mistress of concubine, which this fair lady seems to offer herself as. However, as the condu and appearance of my associates refles on the house that I represent, and not just myself, I humbly beg my Liege Lords opinion.” Neville and Susan were the only ones in the compartments whose eyes seemed to remain inside their heads as Harry rose, cast a privacy charm on the door and morphed. In the place of the scrawny teen stood the broadshouldered Harald Fafnersson in his Kilchurn costume, and with wide bronze links around his arms. A cape of iridescen t Lindorm leather flowed from his shoulders and he held the staff Fang in his hand. Sigyn had designed this look for, as she said, “Lordi sh” events. It worked. He was majestic, archaic, and no one who saw him could doubt his power, or his ability to win, ever again. “My most faithful Liege, as I trust you to manage the Sentient’s Sanuary, and my finances and holdings, I trust you, and your Lady to choose wisely. However, as the gi was given to me by my father, I can, by your leave, read her heart for you, and see if therein resides the seeds of betrayal. Barring that most gruesome outcome, I find her pleasing to
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my eyes, and her eech is sweet to my ears and well versed she seems, in all manners of rites and protocols in which I find myself sorely lacking. Her line is that of proud warriors, and I do sense the steel of old in her stale, but still flowing, blood. Perhaps, her once proud family name can regain it’s honour and vitality by her voluntary enslavement to you, my most treasured Liegeman.” “My Lord, you eak as always with the wisdom you falsely claim to lack. Your father’s gi, however, might be highly prudent to employ before I accept the fair flower’s oath. Please, My Lord.” “Pansy, please rise, and meet my gaze. If you would be found lackin g, no ill shall become you, but if treachery lies within your heart and mind, you would be wise to leave now, before my test of your resolve begins, for the punishment for treachery is old and established.” On shaking knees, Pansy stood. She had not expeed this. She had thought that Potter might be Lancelot, but now she was convinced that the man before her was the Pendragon himself. His slit pupils reminded her of the words that the Lady of the Lake had said, about the true Serpent Lord. Straightening her back, she met his eyes. is was where her life had brought her, and she faced it as herself, without agendas or plots and plans. Just Pansy, a rather foolish girl about to do something right in her life. She saw those reptilian pupils widen, and suddenly, there was an alien presence in her mind. Something moved through her memories, taking stock of good and bad, and her plans and thoughts about the future was scrutinised care fully. Aer ten eternal seconds, the presence was gone, and Potter oke again. “ere is no traitorous plots within her. ere is , however, a genuine wish for atonement and servitude. Lord Longbottom, e house of Kilchurn has no objeions to your taking her oath, and as such, extend it’s proteion to her and her unmarked family. ere are Marked members of her family, though, and the week of mercy is long gone. e house of Kilchurn has oken, and it’s wishes made clear.” With that, he returned to his puny shape and sat down, studiously meeting no ones eyes. It had been the right time, and the right circumstances to pull on his authority. It was just bloody inconvenient, unless he Obliviated everybody. On the other hand, it certainly wouldn’t hurt his long-term plans. A week or so of being a little more “plain Harry” would have been nice, pipe dream or not, but maybe this could still be contained. He paused his brooding to hear Pansy’s pledge. Nev was certainly shrewd enough to hear any obvious loopholes, and as neither he nor Stina had found any plots, he wasn’t too worried, but there were always new things to learn. “I, Pansy Hypathia Parkinson, swear my services, in body, in soul and in mind, to Neville, Lord Longbottom. As he sees fit shall I serve, withholding nothing, hiding nothing and denying nothing, until the lady Longbottom, his wife, releases me from this oath. I am his, as tool or toy, and this I swear, on my life and magic, and I am willing to be placed under an enslavement ell, if one can be agreed upon by me, aing then of free will, and my master, Lord Longbottom. So mote it be.” “So mote it be.” echoed Neville.
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Pansy smiled. It was an open, content smile. It made her now attraive face beautiful as she took her place at her Master’s feet. “Damn,” Harry said. “I didn’t really expe more than something like ’Please don’t kill me, I’ll be nice.’ So, if you could all just forget my and Neville’s little conversation there, I’d be most grateful. I don’t like to boss people around, and I don’t like to give orders, so I ask you instead.” “You’ll have to order me, though.” Tracey interrupted. “I will obey your orders, whatever they may be, but you have to give them. I’m here to announce my subservience to you, My Lord Potter, but I need to be ordered, though. If so ordered, My Lord, I am yours.” With that, she turned and le. Well, she tried to, but the door wouldn’t open. “Tracey, just remember that you made me do this. I order you to keep your mouth shut about what you just saw. You may discuss it with anyone present, but not where others can hear it. Is that clear?” “No, My Lord, but it’ll do. I will need more detailed instruions tonight, aer the welcoming feast. At the entrance to the Dungeons?” “Yes. Just keep this quiet.” It was perfe, he thought. She had been more defiant than he had expeed, but he had given her an opening, and she had grabbed it. He wouldn’t toy with her for too long. He had looked at her too, as he was already engaging Jormungandr, and he was happy about what he had found inside her. Her mind was filled with dreams and desires of him, and the only decidedly dark thing he found was a strong desire to hurt her father, for disgracing the family. He could sympathise with that. He had also done her the favour of clarifying her mission for her. She would now do everything in her power to make him enjoy giving commands. His future was looking good. With the privacy charm removed, and what Harry considered the ’business’ part of the journey over and done with, an endless row of people just happened to pass their compartment. Harry did his best to be polite and friendly to everybody, but the repetitive parts of the conversation began to grate, and he started to vary himself. When people said “I thought you were dead!”, he usually answered something like “I got better”, or sometimes just “Don’t believe everything you read”, but aer a while, he tried to be creative. “I did, but Hell is outsourcing this year. See you in potions” worked just fine, but his line to the Patils, “I did. Didn’t you?” failed eacularly. He ent several minutes calming down the apparently crying twins before he caught on to their little ruse, but it wasn’t until they began feeling him up that he got it. He didn’t let on until they were aually handling his member, but then he rewarded them with a hard swat on each lovely bottom. ey unhanded him at once. “Ouch,” they said almost in unison. “at will leave a mark” A bit of iniration hit him, and he asked in a low, fairly threatening voice. “And who’s mark would that be?” e shading on the Indian girls’ cheeks might have been a blush as one of them answered. “Yours, I guess?”
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“So, you mean that no contraceptive potions or techniques can be used if I call you on that price-thing. How about barren women?” “She’s the Goddess of fertility. I guess she’ll fix things.” Ginny’s face fell momentarily, but she jumped up, and placed herself in Harry’s lap, rubbing herself against him in a most anti-subtle way. “Harry, I will make the necessary legal work, and as soon as legally possible, I want you to end at least 48 hours making me pregnant. I don’t mind having your baby, and I really want to see if I can fit all of you inside me.” “You didn’t need to call on the Price for that, Ginny. I owe you a very serious session, remember?” “Does this mean a bloke can move in on Elaine?” said a voice from the door. Harry turned to greet his remaining sane dorm-mates. “Dean! Seamus! How are things?” “Great, now that we can see you. So, you got a hot babe like Elaine, and here you are with Ginny on top of you. Can’t you leave some babes for us poor mortal blokes?” “You know Elaine intends to sit for you? Knowing her, there’s just no way she’ll keep her clothes on for it, either.” Seamus just stared at him, and Dean started rubbing his palms against his jeans, before asking Harry. “You okay with that, mate? I’m not sure I’d be, if I were you.” “No worries there, mate. She’s proud of herself. You might get to see, but I’m the one who gets to touch. I’m just fine. Since she’ll ask me, I’ll ask you. How’s Jenny?” “Oh, she’s great. at little critter Lord Kilchurn gav e her is an odd one, though. What’s it supposed to be? I’m not complaining, mind. at medallion yanked her out of the way of a lorry the first week, and one of our neighbours gives her a wide berth these days, mumbling about shining dragons, and I’ve never trusted the old bastard one bit.” “e image is a Leharv, like Hank.” “e Kilchurn Dragon?” “Yes. He’s not a real dragon, though. More like a winged serpent. Friendly chap, but he does have a temper, and he’s just happy to let Jenny have his likeness as a Fylgja.” “I thought that was something like a ghost, or something like that, anyway.” “at’s the name of the proteion ell. I think it’s illegal here, but Kilchurn doesn’t really care about that as long as it’s the best. She couldn’t have a better bodyguard.” “If it’s so great, why is it illegal?” “As it deals with Spirits, it’s considered Necromancy. I’ve already done the rituals to donate part of my irit as a Fylgja when I die, and so have thousands of others through the ages. One day, someone will make a Fylgja for someone that my Spirit Echo likes, and this part of me will watch over them. It’s a sacrifice that has been part of the so-called ’white magic’ for millennias. My own kids will definitely have them.” “Cool, it really is intelligent. D’you know what the name means? e Lord told her to ask me, and I don’t have a clue. Wingphale or something, wasn’t it?”
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“Yeah, and then I close my books and go to the next class. It’s not like I really bother.” ey all laughed, mostly at Hermione’s incensed expression and some time during the summer, she must have acquired the ability to laugh at herself, as she joined in aer a minute. ey horsed around for about an hour, and Neville had to explain Pa nsy several times to the people who passed through, and Dean and Hermione went off to the Prefe’s meeting. Harry made a mental note to thank Professor Minnie for not appointing Neville. He needed his liegeman. Nev’s explanations of Pansy were sometimes hilarious. Sometimes she was a transfigured Kneazle, sometimes he had bought her in Knockturn alley, or won her in a game of hardcore strip-poker. Pansy proved herself worthy by helping him reinforce the story. When she was introduced as a kneazle, she meowed and purred, or grumbled about the unfairn ess that his four eight s had beaten her flush. She even transfigured some trash into a price tag, saying 12 sickles, 4 knuts, which she attached to her cleavage and flashed those who got that story. is way, the hours passed. Dean looked out the win dow. “Hey, wasn’t that Gallow Rock? Ten minutes to Hogsmeade station. We’d better go find our trunks and change. Catch you folks later?” “Sure, Dean, Seamus. I’ve got a meeting aer the feast, but I’ll be in the Common as soon as I can, all right.” e two young men le, and the usual flurry of stuff and robes happened in the compartment. e trip hadn’t been nearly as stressful as he had feared. is was where the hard part began. On an impulse, he enlarged his trunk and brought out his Stormbringer. e weight of the hammer was very reassuring, hanging from his belt. Carefully checking his Puny Harry shape, he stood, and as soon as the train had stopped, he made his way to the exit. Emitting a fairly weak repelling charm, he managed to pass into the carriage without anyone but the estrals noticing him. Neville, Susan and Hermione joined him, as he made his mostly unexpeed return to the castle. As he made it fairly clear that he didn’t want to talk, the ride went by in silence. As he crossed the Wards, a bad feeling caught him, and he made doubly sure that he had his hammer and his wand safe and within easy reach. Keeping as low a profile as he could, he sneaked in to the great hall, but before he could even get near the Gryffindor table, a dazzling purple cloud surrounded him. With a shake, he shattered it, and a black flash replaced it, and it slid off him as well but a bright green net-like struure managed to form around him, and he was trapped. e hall was absolutely silent. He looked at the head table, where he saw the Headmaster standing with his wand raised, and a bright green glow surrounded it. e headmaster didn’t really look all that happy to see him.
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“Wingardium Leviosa.” e table jumped up and knocked the Headmaster’s wand off his target, and continued to hit the old man on the chin, making him fall over. Harry swung the hammer lightly, and the net shattered in a flash of light. As the Headmaster clumsily got to his feet, Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down between Dean and Hermione, and across from Ginny. Neville, with his wand still in hand, was march ing up to the head table . He was eaking soly , but the whole hall could hear him anyway. “Headmaster, I just got word that the armies of Kilchurn are standing down, aer your unprovoked attack on the principal Heir of the House. You got very close to a very nasty sort of crisis here, Headmaster. e kind where people die before anyone even knows who the enemy is, and your reckless behaviour was the sole cause. He is indeed Harry James Potter. A little stronger, a little more self-assured and with a whole bunch of hard-hitting friends. If he was a possible threat, why on earth did you go so out of your way to make him a real one? Try anything like this again, and I won’t be able to save the castle. I got lucky this time, and so did you. Please think first.” With that, the young politician turned and le for the Gryffindor table. ∼ Master, someone is trying to access the back door into your mind. e trap is set. What shall I do? ∼ ∼ Take them in and hold them there. See if you can identify the attacker. Oh never mind. I see him. ∼
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“Lupin for instance? I’ll talk to him and Rita if you want.” Neville brought out a notebook. “Could you please? Getting rid of her won’t be hard. She will no doubt step over the line immediately, but I’ll roll with it until we can get a replacement.” Hermione was staring at him. Her mouth was open, but she was still incredibly cute, in a clubbed sort of way. “It’s you.” She said. “Erm, yes? I’m Harry. Pleased to meet you.” “You’re not the heir, you’re the Lord.” “He’s taller than me. Elaine is his daughter. Wouldn’t that be, I don’t know, yucky?” “I would agree, but there’s this thing called magic, you see.” “True, but while a herring is just a herring, a good cigar is a Cuban.” “What?” “Exaly. Hush now. e Hat is singing.” He enjoyed her expression immensely, as she tried to make sense of what he had just said. e Hat sang about House unity, school unity and the need to stand up for the good and proper things in life, but Harry was a bit preoccupied with some of the present females. Parvati, two seats off was making eye s at him, and some seriou s eyes they were. She was busying herself by doing some kind of finger gymnastics that for some reason was incredibly erotic, while keepi ng her eyes firmly at him. When he looked over to the Ravenclaw table, he saw her sister doing pretty much the same thing. Further away, he saw Tracey looking at him with naked lust in her eyes, but as soon as she saw him looking at her, she cast her eyes downwards and smiled to herself. All over the student tables, he saw female eyes, many of which disappeared when he looked at them. e head table was a bit funny. He had expeed to be more or less ignored by the headmaster, but found the oldallman lookingSuddenly at him more once. Snape, on the other hand was studiously ignoring students. he feltthan an elbow in his side. “Harry! I’ve been talking to you for two whole minutes here. How did you pull this off? How do you change shape like that? Do you really live with Dark creatures?” at, of course, got his immediate, undivided attention. He slowly turned his head to look straight at her. He didn’t slit his pupils this time, but she shrank back from his glare anyway. “Miss Granger, they are as dark as you are a sub-human, suitable for menial tasks, who can be housebroken with just a little effort. ese labels were made by the same people, aer all.” He could just as well have slapped her with a trout. Just to confuse her even more, he morphed her bra again, making it a lacey push-up thing that le her nipples bare. Her face froze, and her cheeks reddened slightly. He whiered in her ear. “Sometimes, the most brilliant things are hidden by layers of nonsense. Like robes.” He knew that he might have gotten through to her, but he had certainly shut her up. Ginny was looking amused, and leant forward to ask.
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“Did you zap her or something? She’s almost on the verge there.” “Really? Should I leave her there, you think?” “If you feel like getting ravaged the second she gets you alone, go right ahead. Now, how did you ...enter her? I mean, she doesn’t look like she’s in pain by sitting.” “I can alter shape and size. It just limits my feeling a bit. You’ve seen me natural.” “Oh my,” Dean interrupted, grinning widely. “What an interesting conversation to have at the sorting.” Harry turned to his dormmate. “Sorry about that. I live with four, no six, sexual predators. Shyness is not really an option any more.” “Oh, never mind me. Elaine as well?” “Yes. And yes, I believe she’ll sit for you. As she is what she is, but she loves me, I really can’t make any prediions.” “Sounds like a woman, then. Now, go on. Lav and Parv are about to blow their tops.” “at’d be a sight all right.” Harry concluded. Ginny grinned wickedly and turned to the two girls mentioned. “So, what do you want to know about him?” e barrage of graphic and detailed questions made the conversation deteriorate like a falling brick. *
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“Coming right up then, Madam.” And the elf popped away. “I swear that elf brings out the worst in me. May I have a seat?” Aer some shuffling, the Head of house got a seat at the table, next to a still very stunned Hermione. “Oh, do relax, Miss Granger. Don’t make a habit of this, but I will be looking the other way rather oen this year, when it comes to Mister Potter. Harry, the headmaster wishes to see you in his office in half an hour. My task is to soen you up sufficiently to make you tell him all about your summer. How am I doing?” “At this point, I feel quite prepared to tell him about my curse-breaking in the Brazilian jungles, and maybe share an anecdote or two about the Brazilian all-female football team. Would that do?” “Perhaps, if you include the House of Kilchurn somehow.” “Oh, that’s easy. Elaine was on the team, and I got rather attached to her since she had this way to open her ...” “at’s quite enough, Mister Potter. You will of course be completely unaware of any Legilimency probing that goes on?” Harry turned serious. “I have already warned Snape off. He will end the rest of his life as a vegetable if he tries again.” “I’m afraid the headmaster talked Filius into doing the honours. Please don’t hurt him.” “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. He will fail, though.” “I believe he expes that. He is, aer all, a very close friend of mine, and I have given him some hints. Nothing definite, of course.” Harry reached out and put his hand on his Professor’s cheek, thus enabling wordless communication. ∼ So, just how close? I don’t mean to pry, but I was intending to lock him in a memory of some rather intense physical aivity. He might just be feeling a bit frisky, once I release him. ∼ ∼ at would be just fine. ank you. ∼ Harry grinned and released her. Hermione was still staring, but managed to shake it off slightly. “Touch telepathy?” She asked. “Something like that. It works, and that’s enough for me.” “When were you Turned...no. How can you... Harry. at’s a Vampire trait. How can you do that?” “You know, once you figure it out, you tell me. I haven’t the foggiest.” “What else can you do?” “How about this?” he smirked, and liquefied all her clothes except the already modified bra and her robe. Hermione didn’t bat an eye, but she did get slightly flushed, eecially with McGonagall sitting right there with an amused halfsmile.
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“Erm. Yes, I thought of that, too. Vanishing things like that isn’t that hard, but you made them reappear again, in place. at’s not possible.” “You know, Hermione, when you consider Dyson’s theories of localized quantum phase aces, but use Plancks constant as denominator, rather than the eed of light, the whole thing makes a lot more sense.” Hermione was blinking rapidly, and even out of sync. “Mate, I think you broke her.” Neville laughed. Harry smiled, and returned her clothes to her a second before she jumped from the table, and took off for the library at a rint. “Mister Potter, what on earth did you just tell her? I barely recognised the words.” “I have no idea, Professor. I picked it up in an issue of Science Illustrated, a muggle magazine, and it wasn’t even in the same article. What I meant it to sound like was a way to temporarily remove something from Reality, without moving it at all. Like invisibility, only more so. If she figures it out, I’ll have hell to pay.” “Oh, Mr Potter, you worry too much. Just shag her for an hour, and you’ll be all right. Well, I’d better make myself known to the first years. Don’t kill the headmaster, please, and I’ve already draed a letter, offering the DADA to Mr Lupin. How soon do you think I’ll need to send it?” “I don’t know, when is my first DADA class? Take care, Professor, and don’t show fear. ey can sense fear, Firsties. Right scary, they are.” “Until tomorrow, then. Good night.” When the professor le, everybody were staring at Harry, except Neville, who was rolling on the floor with his hands clutched over his stomach and tears running from his eyes. Seamus was the first to break the relative silence. “What have you done to her, Harry? She was almost human, she even made jokes!” “We got to know each other over the summer, and she was even invited to my wedding, which not a lot of Brits were.” Parvati and Lavender blanched. “Wait, you’re married? And she knows and suggested ... You married Hermione?” Parvati stuttered. “No, I’m not married to Hermione. Minnie, I mean Professor McGonagall is a very good friend of my wife, and my three consorts, as well as my really hot mum-in law, who doubles as my substitute mother as well. I just had two other mum-in-laws move in as well, and they are always trying to get into my bed, with their daughters cheering them on. ese fas are no, and I repeat, not for the public ears. Lavender, Parvati, you understand? And could someone please pour some ice water over Seamus before he catches fire?” “No problem. We will get to see a lot of girls make fools of themselves over you. So, Harry. What is it about you that makes you so attraive?” Lavender asked in a sultry voice, but Ginny was already one step ahead of her. e redhead undid her necklace and fastened it around the blonde’s neck and nodded at Harry.
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“Go on, Harry. She’s safe. Just don’t hit me until I get the necklace back.” As Lavender looked around in confusion, Harry had leaned across the table and captured her hands. He caressed her fingers, and then he let his tongue trace the lines of her palm, while he allowed a trickle of power conne to her through his tongue. Lavender gaed. en she leaned into him and kissed him forcefully, and Harry released. A halo of blue light surrounded them, and Harry’s sensitive nose picked up on her arousal. He focused another flash at her, and she came in a tightly contained, but incredibly intensive orgasm, right there at the table, before she collapsed back into her seat. Ginny steadied her as she reclaimed the priceless necklace. Ginny told the shivering girl, “at’s why. Well, that, and his enormous trouser snake, but he needs to shrink it by half to fit a normal woman. He also tastes delicious.” is time, Seamus grabbed a nearby pitcher and emptied it over himself, to general laughter. Harry stood up and straightened out his robes. Well, I guess I’ll have a meeting, then. I also have another meeting aer this one, so I don’t know when I’ll be back at the tower. See you all later.” He squared his shoulders and walked towards the known ambush. *
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“No you don’t. You want to know it, but that’s another thing entirely. Let’s say I took a holiday with, lets say, Bill Weasley, and we went to South America to break curses and meet some babes. At a revel with the two of us and the Brazilian female football team, I met a cute girl, who want ed me to move back to Britain and meet her Guardian. In reality? I have studied, and learnt more than a little. I’ve learnt that power is like a hair colour, just something you have unless you use it, and have the willingness to use it. Good or bad is shown simply by how you use it. By having power, like you, and not use it against the Dark, is by itself Dark. As heir to a mighty house, I have learnt that force will solve many problems. I have banned the use of the word Mudblood, for instance. e use of it here in school will be dealt with in force, and can be a capital crime. I will gain influence in Slytherin, and try to make up for the negle and abuse it currently suffers, and if the current Head tries to attack me again, he dies. No charges, no complaints or redemption schemes. He will just die. Legilimency will from now on only be performed with my expressed consent. Without it, it’s an attack. Questions?” “How did you praice when your wand hasn’t been used?” “My wand was destroyed in the first attack. I got another one, of course.” “May I see it?” “You’re seeing it. If you tried to handle it, it would hurt you.” “What was it made from?” “A serpent dragon’s fang. at’s all. No core or case. Just the fang. It’s great for parselmagics and the more powerful combat ells and makes amazing shields.” “I see. e hammer is a rather prominent piece of equipment, so I assume that you have been training with the infam ous Dark legion of the Einhar jers? I must ask you to leave it here, I’m afraid. It’s a well-known Dark artifa.” “e Einharjer’s are a militia, and mostly a law enforcement body. Calling them Dark in my presence makes you look like a liar, and as I assisted in the making of my hammer myself, in every step, the second claim proves you a liar. I will not allow myself to be disarmed. So far, most of the greatest threats I’ve encountered has been Hogwart’s employees. Next.” “It is rather obvious that our relationship has been severely damaged. Where did we go wrong?” “Fieen years ago, when you made a clever, but unfortunate decision regarding me, without any authority to do so. Every year when you sent me back to hell, every year you employed Snape and most importantly, at the memorial, where you were distraed enough to reveal the plan. I will never trust you again, so make your plans with out me from now on. I will kill Riddle, but for my purposes, not yours. Let’s not forget the time just now, when you so blatantly lied to my face. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Headmaster, I’m somewhat late for a prior engagement. Say hello to Professor Flitwick for me.” With that, he le. e headmaster rubbed his eyes and asked his hidden assistant. “Well, Filius? Did you get anything out of him?” e little man frowned. “Headmaster, you set me up against a Master Occlumens. He trapped me in a feverish wet dream with an impossibly perfe woman, and except for a deep, heartfelt admiration
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for the dear boy’s imagination, I only caught powerful determination to keep his loved ones safe. He’s powerful beyond belief, Albus. I also believe that I’m darker than he is.” “Please explain.” “ere’s more than Legilimency to the study of man. When you attacked him, he evaded, but didn’t defend. A shield might have sent ell debris around, so he took the hit. He also didn’t retaliate at all, which he would be legally entitled to do, and as we just heard, he knows about that. Also, Mr Longbottom was telling the truth. He really feared for the Castle, should Harry get angry or hurt. He has an army on his side, Albus. An army. e Kilchurn forces were ready to go to war for him, and Kilchurn has proven themselves to be against the Dark tim e and time again. e boy who just le is a leader of the Light, Albus. He is, in difference to you, a man of aion, who will take the fight to the enemy. You have also lost his trust. I’m not at this time sure when that happened, but I’ll look into it. ere may be a slim chance for an alliance, but it’s to early to tell. Keep Severus out of his way, though. is formidable young man will not back down, and if he is expelled, he will leave and not look back. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have something to discuss with his Head of House.” *
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“Because of many things. Because I want you so much my nipples hurt, but this is the way it has to be. I’m yours for the asking, but you have to ask with force. You’re a force, Harry. Try to become what you are.” “On your knees, then, and suck my cock.” She did, eagerly. Her fingers were aually shaking as she undid the laces on his trousers and gently pulled him out. en she stopped. She looked at the huge member with disbelieving eyes, and measured it to her hands. She needed both her hands to reach around it, and anothe r measure showed that it was as long as her forearm. When she looked up at him, her beautiful violet eyes were dark with lust, and she licked her lips before opening her mouth as much as possible. She did manage to take the head in her small mouth, but she did her best to make up for the lack of depth with her hands and tongue. Aer a while, though, Harry realised that she was sobbing. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer, but continued to suck and lick as much as she could. He realised that he had asked her. “Tracey. Tell me what’s wrong.” She looked up at him with tears in her beautiful eyes. “I got you to give me the order I wanted, but I can’t obey it. I’m just too small.” “en prepare for a real shock. Stand up, and take off your clothes.” “But, Master, you’re ...” “Hush. You wanted orders, here they are. Take your clothes off and turn around.” He pulled one of Freja’s necklaces out of his pocket, and marked it on the back side with the Tiwaz rune. He admired her slender back for a second before putting the chain around her neck. He rubbed his length along her wet little quim, enjoying her shivers. “Now, Tracey, you will grab your ankles.” She folded like a pocketknife, straight at the waist without bending her knees at all. He knelt behind her, and she managed to capture his crown in her mouth as he started to probe her with his tongue., he used his morphed tongue to carefully measure her before standing up and putting his crown at her slick entrance. She was shivering and making little whining sounds, but she didn’t even move as he started to push into her. He morphed himself to be a little too big for her, but within the tolerances. He had figured wrong. To her, he was just perfe. Tracey, a girl with a more than healthy libido, had endured more than a month without release, and the tension was becoming intolerable. e sensation of her Master’s member grinding inside her brought her to, and over, the edge. Unfortunately, she still couldn’t come, so instead, her body simply shut her mind down. Tracey was reduced to a being of feral need, and that need was for her Master to fill her with his seed. She began counter-thrusting so forcefully that Harry lost his balance and fell backwards withhow Tracey on he topenjoyed of him.her esqueezing, slim girl began riding himoff in of a ferocious and as she saw much she lied herself him, and pace, took him into the tighter entrance. Luckily for her, he hadn’t lost it completely yet, and was able to shrink himself enough to avoid the serious injuries the girl was ignoring. He cast the lubrication charm, and flipped her over on her back, while he pounded her relentlessly. She was moaning and grunting, and her little pussy was releasing near in a steady stream.
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He pulled out of her arse and cleaned himself with a burst of power before coming into her pussy again. It was almost as tight, and the wet suion brought him to the edge, where he pulled out, and stepped over her legs in a move that would have been ridiculous under any other circumstances, and pushed his cock into her mouth. is time, his size was more manageable, and she took him down her throat by grabbing his butt and pull. Her beautiful eyes were locke d on his when she let him slide out of her mouth. She stroked him with both hands and said hoarsely. “Cum, Master. I need your cum. Please, Master.” And he did. At the first twitch, she buried him in her throat again, moaning in pleasure as he filled it with his semen. He pulled out, and she lapped it up with all her might. He wasn’t as charged as he would have been, using his full size, but it was more than she could take anyway. She rubbed his semen all over her breasts and face, as he made a minor morph, making himself hard again. He switched position again, kneeling on the floor between her knees . Fully aware of the amount of semen on and in his cock, he built his wave, and slowly, very slowly pushed himself into her reum. He released the wave equally slow, allowing it to build to a truly thundering climax. It took a quick cushioning charm to keep the convuls ing girl crushingpushed her ownhim head the floor Every muscle in her cramped, and from her hiner outagainst fast enough to hurt. He cradled thebody sobbing, crying and moaning girl to him as her orgasm ebbed out . Once she had calmed herself, she stood up and dressed in silence. So did Harry, but before the girl le, with her mission accomplished, she knelt before him and kissed his still naked feet. “ank you, Master. Remember that I’m yours, though. My pleasure is far second to yours, and I look forward to the day you pull me into a cupboard and just fuck my arse and leave. I am your plaything, and not your equal. Please remember that, Master.” With that, she was gone. *
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being pounded by a fist. He slithered out of the room, and ed down the halls, tracking her scent. He realised that he must be near the Slytherin Dungeon when the scent disappeared through the wall in the middle of a stair. ⊳ Open up ⊲, he commanded in Parseltongue, and a seion of the wall swung open. Inside was a scene that made his blood boil. Snape was hitting his servant, and Neville’s too. “You shame my House, You dishonour Slytherin!” Snape was hitting the girls again and again. ere was blood on their faces, and Pansy had a cut across her forehead. “Whores to Potter and the squib wonder of Gryffindor!” He tried to kick Tracey in the ribs, but got tangled in his robes and almost fell. “is is not the Honour and Purity of Slytherin House!” He never noticed the other students sudden silence. He just lied his hand to strike again, when he felt an incredible pain in his arm. As he completed his swing, he saw that his hand was gone. As he turned around, he was face to face with an enormous, bright green serpent, who still had his hand in it’s mouth. e monster at out his hand and oke in English. “Sseveruss Ssnape, you are unworthy of thiss housse. e way of the Sserpent iss not the way of hate or revenge. ere iss a falsse Sserpent Lord who lies about theese thingss. I casst him out. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Your Voldemort, iss not a Slytherin. Learn, Sseverus. Learn, or be found wanting.” e snake turned to the sobbing, beaten girls and breathed a shimmering blue cloud over them, and their cuts and scrapes healed instantly, and only the dried blood on their faces showed that they were ever there. “Sslytherin Daviss, Sslytherin Parkinsson, you chose wisely. Be well.” e serpent turned and le, leaving a bewildered House behind him. *
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Dumbledore had been enough, Tracey had been more fun, but still hard work, and then, he had bitten the hand off of Snape. He had bitten Snape’s hand off. Right off. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around that. It was freaking hilarious. With a bit of help from the Goddess, he had become a miniature version of his Father, and scared the shit out of the whole Slytherin House. His father would be proud of him, but he still had to face Gryffindor tower. He was currently meandering upwards in the castle in his imperfe camouflage form, as a tranarent water-like body. He wasn’t invisible, but fairly hard to see, and he didn’t have a scent either. Someone or something was watching him, though. It meant him no harm, and was positively inclined, but he couldn’t get a fix on whoever it was. *
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“Good evening, Mister Potter,” the Fat Lady said as he got to the tower. “Good evening, Kind lady. I believe I should wait here, as I don’t know the password. Do you mind if I ask you a question?” “Not at all, if I can ask one in return. What did you wish to know?” “Your name, Dear Lady. It has struck me how impolite my normal address is.” “As I really would like you to answer my question, I will answer yours, but I beseech you to keep my secret. I don’t mind the epithet Fat at all, as my Christian name is, or technically was, Macaronia Dither. My father fell in love with certain elem ents of the Italian cuisine, and I suffered the consequences. Now, first I should assure you that, while the portraits of Hogwart’s are a resource to the Headmaster, we are first and foremost bound to the castle. e sentience of this buildin g recognises you as a Sorcere r, but somewhat different. My question is therefore on behalf of Hogwart ’s. What are your intentions? Prote, defend, restore, or destroy?” He hadn’t really expeed this. All students had a feeling that the castle was somehow aware of things, and the idea that it was sentient wasn’t that big of a surprise. e honesty and straightforwardness however, shocked him. He thought deeply. He was unassisted at the moment, as Stina was busy having sex with Jorunn (using his shape), so he had to make do with his own brain. “My Lady, I have a strong difference of opinion with the Headmaster and the current Head of Slytherin House. It is my firm belief that Hogwart ’s would benefit from some changes on these posts. I will of course defend Hogwart’s, and if I knew how, which I don’t, I would gladly add my power to the wards. My intentions for the magical world will lead to a greater population, which I believe will bring this castle back to the glory of the days when all these unused classrooms were in full use.” “ank you, Lord Sorcerer. May I also ask why you are different from the Sorcerers of Old?” “e srcinal lines of the Sorcerers are gone, but they have been artificially reinstated through me. I have been told that my children will be Sorcerers as well.”
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“I have one on the way, and most likely more coming. I have made a deal with a Goddess, which essentially means that I will have loads of kids. May I ask if there’s a smithy on the premises somewhere? I believe I will need to relax every now and then, and forging soothes me.” “ere is an old smithy far below us, but it has fallen in disrepair. e castle will begin restoration and the Room of Requirement is always available. Now, people are awaiting you. You don’t need a password. All doors will open for you. Good night, Lord Potter.” “ank you, My Lady, and good night.” e portrait swung open, and Harry climbed through. ere was a lot of people waiting for him, and the only one missing from the circle was Neville, who was sitting by a table with a stack of papers. Even the First-years were waiting. “Erm. Hello?” Hermione took the lead, but before she could begin, Neville interrupted her. “I told them you wouldn’t talk unless they swore it to a Gryffindor Secret, and they did. I’ve already told them that you are the real Lord Kilchurn, and that you’ve been in touch with a Goddess. No details, though. Why don’t you change back? You look ridiculous.” Harry had to laugh. Trust Neville to get him past the greatest awkwardnesses. He took a deep breath and returned to his normal bulkier shape. “So,” he grinned. “Questions?” *
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important, as maturity was individual, and that other races matured at a different pace, making age-limits a homocentric stupidity. His explanation of the word “Homocentric” highlighted his anti-bigotry agenda, and as he explained, most of the younger kids began to cry, as they realised that they had opinions that Harry Potter aively stood against, and they all, silently, vowed to change. One or two, though, got a thoughtful look on their faces for other reasons entirely. Aer the first salvoes, the younger kids were sent to bed, and the harder questioning began. Seamus started it. “Harry, were you at the Longbottom Battle? Did you kill anyone?” “I was there, and I killed. I killed people when I escaped, too, I think. Why?” “It’s just ... well,” e Irish boy floundered. “People who try to kill me will die. My stated enemies dies at my convenience. People who attacks my friends and loved ones will hopefully die quickly. For them, that is. I have a bit of a temper.” Neville laughed at that. “You sure do, My Lord.” Soon came the question whether he had killed Bellatrix LeStrange. Before Harry could eak though, Neville had stood up. “I did,” he said, “and in a suitable way. at woman abused me as a baby, giving me nightmares for as long as I have lived. I have the memories of my one-and-a-half year old arms used as a dildo by the perverte d bitch. I can eak of it now, because I killed her. Did I become a monster? Yes, I did. For a while, I was a monster, but now I’m free, of her and of the monster.” Lavender oke up with a vicious gleam in her eyes. “I’m sure I will regret asking this, but she killed my uncle, and desecrated the body in a similar way, I suppose, so Neville, what did you do to her?” He was quiet for a few seconds before he answered. “If you want to know, I can tell you in private. It will scare you.” “I thought so. Later, then?” “Yeah.” “Harry,” Parvati continued the interrogation. “Who is Caradoc Pritchard?” e Common room grew quiet again. “Caradoc came when I needed him. He knows Gods and Goddesses. He’s a parselmouth like me, and his powers are immense. He helps me do things I need to do, and see things in a different light. rough Caradoc, I have learnt so much. anks to him, I could escape the attack in Diagon Alley. Who is he? You tell me. I miss Elaine more, though.” He turned and walked towards the stairs to his dorm, when Hermione asked a final question. It was so perfe that he just had to answer it truthfully. “Harry? Your girlfriend Elaine? How old would you say she is?”
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“You know about Hank? He’s a Leharv, and possibly the last of his kind. ey have been rare for hundreds of years, but Elaine has seen them in scores. From that, and other things, I’d guess a bit more than four hundred. Why?” “Just asking. Good night.” He climbed the stairs. Looking around the dorm, he saw the neat arrangements of Neville’s things, the artistic clutter of Dean and the absolute mess of Seamus. Ron’s bed had been removed but his stood in it’s usual place. He ran a check over the dorm, and found five scrying ells in the canopy of his own bed, but nothing on the others. He identified them as the magical equivalent of surveillance cameras, visual only, and cast a small illusion in front of them, blocking all view. One would show a quidditc h match from his point of view, another got Voldemort’s return and the third and fourth got conversations he’s had with Dumbledore over the years. e last one ran an image of an aquariu m. Whoever put the ells there would be very annoyed wit him, he guessed. He wasn’t really tired, but keeping all these small deceptions straight was taxing. Truth was easier, but not even his Goddess thought that it was a good idea. Apparently there was a serious discussion going on downstairs, as no one had come up yet, so he got out to the loo and got ready for the night. As he got back, the curtains of his bed were draw n. He smiled an odd little smile before engaging his Sight. is would prove a tiresome year. He recognised a silencing charm on the curtains, and a female behind them, probably Ginny, who he had more or less expeed. As he couldn’t really see faces with the sight like this, he could only tell that she was moderately powerful, physically mature, and very, very horny. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the disillusionment charm. She was hiding at the foot-end of his bed, standing up to make the smallest possible imprint on the sheets, and had made herself invisible to boot. He parted the curtains, muttering about how they never stay up and climbed in. en he pulled his trousers off, freeing his half ere member. He threw himself back on the bed and allowed more blood to fill him, bringing him up to full mast. en he looked through the disillusionment with half-closed eyes. He did notice the thin little nightie, but it was really too thin for his enhanced vision, so he looked through it instead. She was indeed one sexy little thing. He couldn’t resist pranking her a little, so he grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it a few times. He made it a little larger with each stroke, until he couldn’t even reach the top. By then, he had no feeling at all le in the morphed appendage, but Ginny’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. As he quickly morphed himself to a slightly smaller shape than normal, he looked her straight in her eyes. “Peekaboo!” “Harry, you beast. You knew all along!” “I did. Now, I believe I owe you something. I just can’t remember what. Care to remind me?” She didn’t say anything, but walked up the bed until she was standing above him. en she sat down, pausing only briefly to put his crown right, before sinking down slowly about an inch. “You owe me something big, right here, but not tonight. I’m still a virgin, and all I want tonight is another taste of you, so just lie back and enjoy.”
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ere were still some traces of fog on the lake, but as Harry got closer, the fog got thicker, and billowed up on the shore. Something started to glow in the heavy mist, and right in front of Harry, the cloud parted, revealing a woman, dressed in white and with a sword resting over the palms of her hands. Harry bowed his head, and stepped out on the surface of the lake, and walked towards the woman. As he reached her, she knelt before him, and girdled his loins with the scabbard belt. As she stood again, he drew the sword, and the mists over the lake shone with an unearthly blue glow, that dimmed as he re-sheathed it. He embraced the woman in white, and they shared a long, passionate kiss before he turned around, and walked back to the shore. As he reached it, the fog sank away, and there was no trace of the woman. Tracey turned to Bulstrode and Greengrass. “at’s who I follow. Now do you understand?” ey could only nod.
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“After such kindness that would be He was seated in the front row, looking every bit the regular student, unless you noticed the hard glint in his eyes. His hair was worn in a perfe ponytail, and his immacula te robes hid his Kilchurn costume and his sword. As the rest of the Gryffindors had filed in, they had taken one look at his bright smiling face, and taken their seats with barely hidden smiles of anticipation. At exaly the right second, his target of the day entered the room. “Good morning, class.” “Good morning, professor Umbridge.” “Now, this is NEWT-level Defence against the Dark arts, and according to this silly, silly curriculum, you children are supposed to use ells against each other. Obviously, we will therefore divide you by blood. Yes, Miss Granger?” “Why does that matter, Professor?” e pink blob looked at the young witch with disdain. Harry smiled and raised his hand. “I would think that would be obvious. Perhaps Mr Potter can answer your silly little question.” Harry jumped out of his seat and stood at attention next to it. “Certainly Professor. No pureblood can be expeed to last against someone with more potent blood.” Umbridges face cycled through several unpleasant hues before settling for a pasty white with pink ots. She obviously couldn’t believe that someone was so misinformed. “What do you mean by that?” “Simple, Professor. Blood isn’t purified through the generations. It’s recycled. Aer a few generations, the magic in it dwindles unless there’s an infusion of more potent 321
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heritage from somewhere. Two muggleborn parents never ever have a Squib child. at’s a staleblood thing. Neville here is about as pure as they get. Come on, mate. Reduo my nose.” Neville didn’t hesitate for even a second. He pulled out his wand and cast the curse straight at his friend’s face. e colour, eed and luminosity clearly told everybody that he wasn’t holding back. It was a killer curse if it conneed. However, it hit something about an inch from Harry’s face, and dissipated over the surface of the invisible shield. Dolores Umbridge wasn’t stupid enough to fall for such an obvious set-up, however. It was time to make this little half-blood crawl back into whatever hole he’d been hiding in. “Interesting. Now, Mr Malfoy. Please cast a blasting curse at Mr Potter’s nose.” A vicious grin appeared on the blonde boy’s face, as he drew his wand, and with an elaborate jerk launched a Bombarda at his foe. Harry grinned. He kept grinning when the slower ell impaed on his shield and was absorbed without a trace. Before the failed result had even registered with the little ponce, he found himself shackled to the desk by heavy iron chains, and his wand was in Harry’s hand. “Professor, did you just order a student to attack another with a blasting curse?” “Of course I did. Just like you.” “But I asked him to fire at me, not you. To use that example would require Miss Malfoy to fire at you, not me. ese events have been recorded and will certainly be revisit ed. Please continue.” “Eh. ank you... well. As I said, we will now pair up. Mr. Longbottom and Mr Malfoy, please step forward..” Harry tossed Neville a pair of keys, and Neville took the long way around the room to unlock the chains that held Draco in place. is required him to cross the makeshi duelling platform twice, and Harry noticed the little stream of what appeared to be dust that flowed from the bottom of his pants. Harry grinned to himself. Neville hadn’t been much of a powerhouse before, magically eaking, but with the Huldr-made gras of ecialised magic to his core, was more his thantossed adequate to with his opposition this time. Draco Malfoy, however, strutted uphe and caught wand a snapping motion. Well, he intended to, but he missed a bit, making it bounce to the side and down on the floor. Neville had a look of concentration about him, and Harry noticed the green sheen on the floor as the boys raised their wan ds in salute. A little clock on the leern made two little clicks and then a gong sounded. Malfoy started with the disarming ell, which Neville sidestepped and answered with a stunner, slightly too high. Malfoy dodged, and appeared to lose his balance. As he fell forward, the floor around him came alive, and roots and branches snared his hands to the floor and crawled up the legs of his pants, making him scream in a very silly fashion. Neville stepped forward and picked the blonde boy’s wand up from the clump of roots that covered the floor. “I win.” Apart from some subdued whining, the room was silent until Harry started clapping. It grew to a standing ovation to the professor’s consternation. “Yes, Mr Longbottom, but five points from Gryffindor for using ells not in the ministry-approved curriculum.” is didn’t have the desired effe on the Gryffindors, as she was met with seven blinding smiles. She tried to recover as best she could.
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“Miss Granger, Miss Bulstrode, front and center, please.” Harry managed to grab a hold of Hermione as she walked by. He whiered to her. “Tonight, the common room, disillusioned but not silenced. If you win, that is.” Just for good measure, he melted her panties and saved the water in a little hip flask. Her eyes seemed to burn for an instant, and she took the floor with confidence and determination. Taking a leaf out of Neville’s book, she started the duel with the hovering charm, making the Slytherin’s robes billow up over her face, and a quick barrage of other common jinxes had Millicent Bulstrode slowed down, petrified, trussed up like a turkey and hanging half way up the opposing wall. As Mia claimed the other girl’s wand, she quoted Neville with a toneless voice. “I win.” As she walked past Harry on the way back to her seat, Harry returned her knickers. She froze for an instant before she whiered in his ear. “I will be wearing my necklace, and I dare you to make me scream, and then, mister smarty pants, we will discuss phase aces and assorted disjointed technobabble.” “What if I fill you so much that you will be leaking all the way up to your dorm? Little white drops running down your legs...” “Damn you.” Her eyes were slightly glazed as she returned to her seat, and Harry’s nose told him that his bushy-haired friend was leaking already. Seamus got trounched by Pansy, as the re-made girl was very proud of her assets and flashed him for a second, which stunned the libidous Irishman long enough for him to be swily disarmed. Tracey got her pretty arse handed to her by Dean, as he never took his eyes off hers, and proved to be quicker. No one else got a chance, as Professor Umbridge, secure in her pureblooded delusion, decided to do something really stupid. “Mr Potter,Pureblood. now that the luckonseems havebe evened a fully trained Come now.toDon’t shy.” out, let’s see how you do against No one should have been fooled by his poorly feigned look of horror and his theatrically wobbling knees, but Umbridge looked triumphant nonetheless. She lost the smirk as his hand whipped up for the salute, with a blue glow around his ivory white wand. As the gong sounded, he bowed his head. A storm broke out. Harry’s robes were thrown back over his shoulders, revealing his costume and, more importantly, his sword. e Claymore had a serpent’s head for the pommel, and the guards were entwined snakes. e hilt was wrapped in iridescent Lindorm leather, and the scabbard was covered in glowing runes. His wand grew to the Staff, and lightning crackled over the carvings. e arks grew out into the air around him, and Delores Umbridge found herself pressed against the far wall. e air smelled of hay, of dust, earth and blood, and just outside of hearing were the sounds of horses and battle. Harry’s hair had escaped the knot, and stood out over his head, carried on the current of Magic that radiated from him. Her single, weak disarming ell was torn apart by the magical storm in front of him. He raised his head, looked at her as he took a firm grip on the hilt of his sword. “Yield.”
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Parkinson had sworn themselves to Potter and Longbottom and Snape lost it. He didn’t draw his wand, he started in on them with words, fists, and feet. I think he had aually broken at least Pansy’s nose, maybe Tracey’s too, when the door opened and a huge snake came in. Not a basilisk or anything like that, it was bright green, and had red horns or something along the jawline. It bit off Snape’s hand, called him a liar about the ways of Slytherin, and cast V... Tom Riddle out of the house. It also said that ther e was a True Serpent Lord in the realm, who opposed the false one.” “You mean it oke English?” “It did. It went on to tell Davis and Parkin son that they had chosen wisely , and it healed them with a ray of something from it’s mouth, and then it le. Snape hasn’t been heard from since, and Malfoy is more or less shunned. I think the Consensus is that it was an embodiment of Slytherin House, but we’re just not sure. e two of us believes that this means that we have to make something dramatic to put us in Kilchurn’s good books. Would you say Harry would like it if we gave Seamus a number or two? Or anyone? I mean, if Tracey and Pansy made the right choice, and Tracey has sworn herself as some kind of peculiar sex-slave to Potter, and Pansy is training to be Longbottom’s official Concubine, we have to find someone, too.” Parvati thought about it carefully. “I don’t think you do. If you try to learn how to get along with Harry, maybe make yourselves available to Tracey and Pansy if they want to do something ecial for their Masters, and be generally good Slytherins, not the petty scheming variety that Malfoy and Flint before him made so bloody common, I think you’ll be fine. You saw Harry there. To stand against him is not favourable to your careers, your health or anything. e Slytherin thing, the ambitious thing would be to become valuable to him, and frankly, Harry has all the pussy he needs — including mine.” Greengrass thought deeply. “at stands to reason. What about Longbottom, then? Any clue?” “He’s with Bones, and from what I heard, she’s the one who arranged for Pansy to become a concubine. If you want to get close to him, you have to go through her, because he wouldn’t even dream of doing anything with a girl without her expressed permission. As for the New Nev, he’s been close to a non-human who can give certain people gis of power. Apparently, that mended his core, which was damaged when he was a baby. He’s no Dumbledore, but the powers he got has to do with plants and growing things. Kind of fits, don’t you think?” is time Bulstrode, the Slytherin Herbology ace, grinned widely. “He didn’t need any help with that. He was amazing in the greenhouses before, but now I won’t stand a chance. Have you heard anything about that sword?” Parvati took that one. “I heard him talking to Neville when they le. He mentioned making the hilt himself, but I think the blade is old, and he said he called it ’Scales’ for short, be cause the full name was a bit of a mouthful.” e thought struck them all at roughly the same time. ey looked at each other with something like awe in their eyes. Finally, Daphne Greengrass broke the silence.
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Quietly, they contemplated this revelation. Suddenly their suicions crystallised, and they knew that they would need to get closer to him. e time of legends was upon them, and those legends were carried by a scrawny boy they all had known for years. ey had this corner piece of the puzzle that revealed the shape of the whole. Scales. Excalibur. *
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“I have to meet Tonks tonight for her fix, and Disa will be with her. I also promised Mia something rather ecial. Tracey can probably wait another day, and I have a ’Diplomatic exchange’ to negotiate with Luna. I also believe that Katie Bell will jump me one of these days. Do you have anything on her? She smells a bit, I don’t know, odd.” “I’ve heard that she may not be fully human. Have you heard her angry? at funny accent she gets into? I bet she’s from Orkney, and that can only mean one kind of nonhuman.” “Orkney roughly translates to S eal Island, if I know my Norse, which I do. Selkie, you think?” “Yes. Look at her eyes sometimes. ey’re almost all bla ck. Now, should I add arranging your ... sexual schedule to my duties, My Lord?” “Damn it, Susan. Could you stop using that voice on me? What kind of schedule do you suggest?” “Well, Hermione is in the tower, studying. You have a free period. Deal with her now, but save some stamina for Tonks and some semen for Disa. en, My Lord, I suggest you find yourself a furnace somewhere and make something beautiful for me. You need to relax.” “at’s not a bad idea, Sue. Tell Neville to give you ten minutes extra fro m me tonight.” “I will, My Lord. Have fun.” *
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it, and it really felt like all these people only would have to look up to see her shame, to see her hard, aching nipples straining against her bra or how her lacy little knickers were almost dissolved by her juices. As she thought it, he did that frustrating thing again, and her knickers just flowed right off of her, and she was laid bare for all the room to see. Her heart was trying to beat itself out of her chest, and her breaths were ragged. His hands moved to her breasts, and as he pinched her nipples through the bra, she released a flood of juices that filled the room with her scent. She could feel him move under her, and suddenly, he was naked, too. She bit her lip, trying to contain her whimper as she felt the heat of his massive member between her legs. Her bra was gone, too. She could feel his breath in her ear. “You know, Mia, I intend to fuck you now. Right here, under the ceiling of the Common Room. e inversion charm that holds us here is simple, and it will last until I counter it, but the concealment is different.” He was rubbing her nipples with one hand as he oke, and his other was slowly moving downwards. “What if it fails when I come? Maybe it fails when I get really excited? You’re very exciting in yourself, Mia, and I am quite excited already. If it fails, they can see us.” He used both hands on her little pussy now. He stroked and caressed her labia, without ever touching her clitoris. He read her wide with his fingers, and she couldn’t help moaning. One of the students in the room looked up from his book with a surprised look. She was right above him, read open like a ... she couldn’t find a good analogy as she looked down between her legs. Harry’s enormous member stood up between her legs, and she just knew that she had to have it. She squirmed downwards, started to rub herself against his hot pole, and whiered to him. “Harry, I need something from my le pocket. A bottle. Can you get it for me?” She could feel him tense up a little, but soon, he lied the bottle into view, using the cold glass to tease her nipples even further. She grabbed the bottle and quickly slid off of him, turned, and took his crown in her mouth. At the same time, she positioned her pussy over his face, and squatted down with some force. It was just wonderful. His tongue was very long, and reached far inside her, touching ecial places that she hadn’t even known about. She did feel the continuous pressure on her G-ot, however, and she knew that if she came now, he might just drown. Her primary attention, though, was on the glorious monster in front of her face. She licked. She sucked. She did her best to take it as deep as she possibly could, but she didn’t get very far. e small drops of precum were savoured like a fine wine, and she found it delicious. Aer about two minutes, she realised that she hadn’t given him any ace to breathe through, and she jumped off him with haste. She looked up at his face, and he just smiled at her. At least he hadn’t suffered. Now she got busy. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep him inside her for long, so she used her hands and mouth to bring him as far along as she could. She his balls while his crown one hand, as she her otherstarted hand to to lick rub the potion overshe hercaressed little pussy, carefulwith to read it inside herused as well. When she felt the tingle, she sat up, facing away from him, and squatted over his huge cock. Looking up at the busy, but quiet, common room, she slowly impaled herself on his enormous meat. e potion did its work, increasing her elasticity several times over, but it didn’t make her less tight. Slowly, she sank down, until she just couldn’t get any further,
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and she lay back over his body. He grabbed hold of her breasts and started thrusting in and out of her impossibly stretched pussy. is continuous friion on both her G-ot and her clit made her cum in just a few seconds, but he kept thrusting, prolonging her orgasm to a blissful torture. She bit her lip as hard as she dared to keep from crying out as the amazing member pounded her insides. In a brief reite between orgasms, she whiered to him. “Harry, I want to swallow your cum. Please tell me when.” “Right now is fine,” he answered, and she could hear the tension in his voice. She slid off him with an audible plopping sound, making several of the people in the hall notice, and turned him on his side. She lay on the floor/ceiling beside him, and jerked him off with his crown in her mouth as she looked up at the people in the room. As she felt him twitch, she took him as deep as she could, and, looking down at her fellow students in the Gryffindor Common Room, her mouth was filled with the delicious taste of Harry’s seed. She had studied the subje enough to be able to drink, and not one drop was wasted. Once he had recovered, he did that annoying thing again, and her clothes, minus her bra and knickers of course, flowed back on her, and between one breath and the next, he was dressed as well. He walked her on the ceiling to the girl’s dorm stairs,whe re he let her down, and then, he was gone. ey had been silent ever since he came . She had a very good reason to stay silent. She still had her mouth full of Harry’s cum. *
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e Politics class had been enlightening, as it turned out to be a leure on what Neville had done while Harry had been busy screwing. Apparently though, the Professor, a dusty old man called Binks, had no idea just who Neville was, and they had exchanged many amused glances as the little man had gone into rapture over the cunning moves of Kilchurn. Truthfully, many of these moves had been successful due to the support of the GOL’s, but that had apparently escaped the little politician’s notice. Aer classes that day, Harry vanished. A lot of people went looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. When one of the more clever ones asked a portrait, they got the answer that Mr Potter was doing his chores, and that his location was not public. is made everybody believe that he was in the headmaster’s office, but he was in fa in a large room in a dusty and almost forgotten part of the dungeons. e room was furnished with a large bed and one of the Kilchurn Arches. Hogwarts had agreed to allow for people to travel with the arches to this room, as long as they didn’t leave it without the Headmasters or Deputy Headmaster’s permission. Somehow, Harry sueed that he wouldn’t have much of a problem getting Minnie’s permission. Right now, though, the bed was covered in a worn-out Tonks, a highly content and even burping Disa and a sweaty Harry. He was lying read-eagled in the middle of the bed, and Tonks slowly dragged herself up towards him backhis up.crotch where she took his flaccid member in her mouth and started sucking “Hey Tonks, if I fuck you again, you’ll break.” “I don’t care. More cock. More Harry. You still haven’t fucked my arse today.” “I have, and you came three times.”
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“Let her, Master. She might get you up, but she’ll fall asleep soon. Good job there, by the way. Ten orgasms and not one ark from you.” “e plan is to get her off this addiion. How about you? All fed?” “Oh yes. You’re oiling me, but don’t you dare stop. By the way, I should tell you that Saga and Gunlög are doing both your enlisted Einharjers and the Legion. If we need it, can we go to them for some relief, too, Jorunn and I?” “Hm. I’m not too fond of the idea, aually. If you need it, of course you can, but I rather you came to me. I love you, you know.” “We do, and I asked for emergencies. We have started to eavesdrop on the Aurors, so that we can give them backup if they need it, and there’s a lot of Lindorms and other animals around that can keep watch for us. e mining town that Neville asked us to scout out is perfe, by the way. ere are enough standing buildings there for 2500 residents, and the Elves are ha ving a field day cleaning it up. e Legion have been setti ng some muggle-repelling wards and stuff, and we have planted loads of trees in the area. With some help, and there are a lot of Huldr ready to help, we should have a sizeable forest in just a few weeks.” “Nice. Invitations to other ecies?” “Sent out. Father is praising like crazy. He plans to make the little pond nearby into a real lake. ere are some aquatic life forms that we might like to save.” “Any problems?” “Nothing much. e ministry tried to keep us from talking to the Werewolves, but as the cleaning of the place is handled by your elves these days, it didn’t last long. It’s like no one at the ministry can cast a cleaning charm. ey buckled under the pressure of full trash cans. You really need to do something to establish sovereignty.” “Morons, the lot of them. I’d better talk to Nev about it. Look, Tonks is asleep.” “She looks cute like that, with your cock in her mouth.” “So do you. Well, It’s been nice, but I guess I’ll better get upstairs and bewilder a few people.” “You do that, Master. I’ll take care of the big, strong Auror here. Later, beloved.” “Later.” *
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safety for people than the Ministry’s Aurors. ere was even a report from yesterday that an Auror strike force, sent out to deal with a smuggling ring who dealt in banned potion ingredients had seen observers, wearing the uniform of the Kilchurn Armed Forces. e Aurors had reonded positively to that, claiming that it was good to know that someone had their backs covered. Today, her long-held belief that Purebloods were better had been challenged hard by Granger and Potter, a Mixed-blood and a Muggleborn. She had even had the Malfoy boy, considered quite powerful by the Slytherins, attack Longbotton, who was considered weak in the extreme. Apparently the Longbottom boy had won in a eacular fashion, and aer Potter had scared her half way to St. Mungo’s, her secure little world had crumbled. e headmaster smiled about that. Harry hadn’t used force. He had just dilayed his ability and told her to yield. e boy might be out of the Headmaster’s influence, but he was still in the Light. e reports from Severus were much more troubling. ere had never been reports of great snakes around Slytherin house before. is one had defended a pair of Slytherin miscreants, and removed the Head of House’s hand. e snake had also cast Tom Riddle out of him Slytherin, a way thatbeen aually with the Allindocumentation about stated in that he had cast had out, registered and the mention of Castle. his house various places had been erased. Severus obviously felt his authority with his house was in jeopardy, eecially as the miscreants, to use his words, were now free to read their vileness all over his house. Perhaps the Headmaster should look a little closer at the crime they had committed. Severus hadn’t mentioned that. Hufflepuff house had settled nicely, and Susan Bones had turned out to be the unofficial leader, and that was good. She, too, oke well of Kilchurn, and advocated a more forceful anti-bigotry agenda than the passive resistance the house had settled for previously. Pomona didn’t mind, as the girl was quite moderate, so the Headmaster saw no reason whatsoever to intervene. Ravenclaw had had a bit more turmoil at the start of the term. Filius had been very happy to report a change in his house. e headmaster had of course been aware of the slightly boisterous group called the Clique, headed by the seventh-year prefe, Chang. Now, though, it seemed like Love good was the apex of Ravenclaw, seeing as she had charmed most of the house to follow her, or Kilchurn. e difference wasn’t quite clear, and when Chang had made some pointed remarks, she and her lieutenant, Edgecombe, had each received a severe beating. Someone had obviously taught Lovegood to fight physically. e injuries were limited to some severe bruising, and according to the portraits, Lovegood had offered to heal them, which only Edgecombe had accepted. e fih-year girl had then bared one of her noticeable breasts, and touched the injuries with it, making the bruises vanish He headmaster hadn’t really been aware of the bullying problems of the house before, and he still sueed that the reports were exaggerated. e reports had, for instance, stated that the prefe, Chang, had been severely involved, and to sue such a lovely creature of such vile behaviour just didn’t sit right with him. Stil l, it was an internal matter of the house and not his problem.
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He frowned a bit as he thought of Gryffindor. e house could just as well be renamed Kilchurn. Not only did it house Harry, who didn’t say much on the subje, but somehow he had gained the ree and admiration of his entire house, it also housed Neville Longbottom, who had grown from a shy planter to a confident political mover, all in the name of Kilchurn. Why did that man succeed where he, Albus Dumbledore, had failed? He had asked Neville about the reason for Kilchurn’s successful gaining of ree. e boy had politely avoided the question, until the Headmaster had pushed a bit too hard. “Headmaster, when we, the Kilchurn crew, see something fucked, we try our best to unfuck it. Aions eak louder than words, and a shitload louder than waiting for nothing and playing parlour games behind the scenes.” e young man had appeared a tad upset. *
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By Rita Skeeter. He’s back. He fell to cutting curses, decaying curses, blasting, and killing curses and now he’s back for more. Ladies and gentlemen, witches and wizards all, there is much we have to thank the House of Kilchurn for, and lately, the list has grown to include Harry Potter. An emergency Portkey, which partly malfunioned due to the intense magical field, whisked our favourite schoolboy away from certain death, and brought him to safety and intensive training according to a highly initiated source. Who would know such things, I hear you ask? Elaine Pritchard, Harry Potter’s fiancé, that’s who. Instead of being stuffed back into an abusive Muggle home, unfit to house anything except possibly dementors (Elaine’s words), Harry ent his summer an an undisclosed location, catered by experienced fighters, legendary mages and magical creatures. In this stimulating environment, Harry Potter has worked hard these months to become as good a fighter as he could possibly be. A true defender of Justice and Equality, and this, dear readers, seems to be what the House of Kilchurn is all about. When wasI escorted intoI my office a house elf, until she thanked the elf withElaine ree. must admit found it aby little bit odd, I saw how the little tyke straightened up and winked at her. When Elaine later told me just how organised these little beings are, I made up my mind to be a lot more polite to our tireless helpers in the future. First, though, there were things I needed to know.
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Who is Caradoc Pritchard? What does he want? How can we help? Here’s what I learned, and I must say I wasn’t too surprised. Caradoc Pritchard is no stranger in Great Britain. He has been here before, but under another name. e only timeframe I could get was that his age is surprising. Also, he is not what we today, at this day and age, would call fully human. I learned that his charming daughter was adopted, and she freely confessed to be centuries old! Imagine my surprise when I had hoped to interrogate an innocent sweet sixt een. Caradoc is very powerful, doesn’t really use ells at all, and is absolutely ruthless to his enemies. He is a parselmouth, knows how to eak to dragons, and has made friends among them. Dear readers, didn’t we learn about him in school? What does he want, then? What has brought him back to our islands aer all these years? Our failure, that’s what. Once upon a time, there was peace here, and all the magical races coexisted in relative harmony, but that time, dear readers, is gone. Over the past century, the Dark Lords have come with an alarming frequency, and we, the citizens of the Wizarding world, have forgotten that we are part of something larger, the Magical world, where Elves, Centaurs, Werewolves and other being, with even darker tinges to their names have their places as well. e man we know as Caradoc Pritchard is not here to fix it for us. He’s just training the one who will: Harry Potter. Once again, this young man is at the centre of our future, just as he was all those years ago, when he stopped the Dark Lord for the first time. If our leaders had done their duty, there would never have been a second time, as You-Know-Who wouldn’t have had a support struure already in place, but it seems like our Minister has been to busy accepting money from this struure to ever bother even investigating their involvement with You-Know-Who. e Centaurs, those wise beings, have developed contempt for humans and rightly so, considering how they have been treated. Elves are considered as little more than furnitur e, except we don’t make a chair punish itself when we stub a toe, and by regulating their lives so hard as we do, the Werewolves, ordinary humans most of the time, are more or less forced into crime and Darkness, simply to get a chance to sleep indoors. e list is endless, and our ministry considers most of them threats, because the ministry has made them into threats. How can we, the citizens of Magical Britain, help? We need a new Minister. We need to support the Hous e of Kilchurn in their attempts to make homes for non-human magical beings. at
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“Get out of his way? How dare she write something like that?” “Master, she ...” “Silence! When I want your opinion, I’ll give it to you, Worm.” “Yes, Master.” “Go to this Skeeter-woman’s home and leave nothing alive. Let the Dark mark be her final exclamation mark. Take as many as you have to, but leave me Snape. I need his ears at the school. You’re dismissed.” Wormtail scurried away. is wasn’t going according to plan at all. ey had ent a lot of gold to get the Vampyr’s over to them, and they had le without completing even one mission. With this article, recruiti ng would be almost impossible, and the last ten hadn’t even qualified for a Hogwarts letter. ey were scraping the bottom of the barrel and got quite a lot of dregs in the process. He only had ten Death Eaters le that he knew could handle a fight, and Wormtail was not quite stupid enough to like those odds. is was not good. On the other hand, it was a low risk mission. Who would guess that they would be attacking a journalist? *
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handle had so curves, and was very feminine without being obvious, and the pommel would be a true depiion of the moon, and the impression would be of a busty woman holding the Moon in her hands. As it began to cool, he put it back in the fire and took out the next piece. “You are very good at that, My Lord Sorcerer.” a voice behind him said. As he had sensed her/it, he wasn’t surprised. “ank you, Lady Hogwar ts. Is that what I should call you?” He filled the hollows of Hermione’s hilt with moon silver, making the ermine and candles on the miniature crest shine before he turned around. e Avatar of the castle wore a classic gown of the thirteenth century, and the sharp blue eyes and raven-black hair was familiar, although he couldn’t place it. “at would be appropriate, I guess. I may have borrowed Rowena Ravenclaw’s likeness, but I am not her. You appear to prefer this type of woman , so I am trying to make a good impression.” “You are very pleasing to my eyes, Milady. Is this a social call, or is there a disaster I need to know about?” “It is part social, and part instruio nal. You are the first sorcer er in a long time, Milord, and you are bringing students of all houses together. is aivates patterns in my core that have never been used before. As the portraits report an opposition between the Headmaster and you, I need to understand how to adapt. I cannot fully serve both of you.” “I see. As I see it, the Headmaster is declining. He is no longer in full control of his faculties. e Deputy headmistress is more than capable of handling things in the dayto-day affairs of the school, so I’m not worried about that. e Headmaster is just playing games with people, and I have very little patience with that.” “I see. I am of course aware of the situation between students, and I believe I know who your friends are. May I assist them in finding you unless you tell me otherwise?” “Yes, of course. Is there anyone searching that I need to know about?” “I believe the Patil girls will need to find you tomor row night. ey have written a letter to their father, and wants him to meet you tomorrow night at ten, I think. e real smithy below will be ready by then, and is located near the Arch room. May I guide them there?” “Sounds good to me. Can you tranort the pieces from here without cooling them too much?” “Gryffindor preferred to mend his own things, and I have memories of metalwork. I can care for them properly. ey will be there when you arrive. May I place an inaive portrait there, for communication? It’s a late portrait of Rowena, made the Wizarding way, but there are no imprints in the frame so I can animate it fully.” “at would be nice. I guess I’ll call it a day then.” “Good night, My Lord Sorcerer. *
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Auror Dawlish was angry with his team. Kilchurn was no god, he wasn’t Merlin or even important. Kilchurn hadn’t done anything worthy of his ree, and now, by order of the Minister, Kilchurn was a criminal. ey had portkeyed in several miles from the castle and were now following the shore towards the ruin. How anyone could live in the old pile of rocks was beyond Dawlish’ imagination, but suddenly he heard a sound overhead. It was that bloody pigeon that Kilch urn paraded around with. He grinned to himself, wondering what the bird would taste like cooked as he launched a fire curse towards the beautiful Peregrine. e curse disappeared in a wall of water that sudden ly rose above the eight-man Auror team, and as the enormous wave crashed down upon the Aurors, Dawlish realised that he may have made a mistake there ...
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a dismal thing to do!” Harry didn’t know what to do. He had options — of course he had options — but he still didn’t know which one to choose, so he followed the fastest route to a peaceful solution. Well, more peaceful for him, anyway. He knocked on Professor Umbridge’s door. As soon as it opened, it almost slammed shut again, but Harry was in no mood to tolerate that kind of thing. e door blew up, and Harald Fafn ersson, in all his glory, stepped through. With an impatient wave of his hand, the shivering witch lost her wand, and it hit the wall quickly enough to snap. With burning eyes, he glared at the pathetic excuse for a ministry toadie as she sank down against the wall. “e Ministry is attacking my home, Undersecretary Umbridge. One of your Aurors launched a fire curse at my pregnant wife, Undersecretary Umbridge.” e nauseating dilay of kitten-obsessed bad taste that plagued the walls shattered, and on the desk, quills and parchments were smoking. “Undersecretary Umbridge, do you have an emergency portkey that will take you to the Ministry if you are injured?” e panicking woman nodded. “Good. Here’s the message: Either back down and pay restitution, or die. e attack will end in ten minutes or we will be at all-out war. Got it?” She nodded again, not thinking about the obvious next step until the merciless force of a battle hammer struck her hip, shattering her pelvis, femur and several vertebrae before the portkey whisked her away, leaving only a smelling puddle on the floor. Harry squared his shoulders and le. He had made it to the Great Hall, where a frantic Susan came running, followed by an equally frantic McGonagall. ey stopped in good time, and approached him warily. He was still in full Lord-mode, and quite intimidating. “Harry,” Susan began, “my aunt says that the Aurors will attack Kilchurn and that she’s been fired. Do you know anything more?” 339
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“Yes. On arrival, they shot a deadly curse at Gabrielle. When I get too angry, my mental defences shut down the bond-link. She’s alive, and not seriously inju red, but someone took a shot at her. at’s all I need to know, really.” “Harry, My Lord, just remember that the Aurors are not your enemies. ey are just following the Minister’s orders. ere are many good people among them. Try not to kill them.” “I’ll do my best, but if they attack, I will allow the Huldr to have a go at them. I’ll ask them to play nice, though.” Susan nodded in recognition and took a step back. “Harry, do you know why Professor Umbridge’s emergency portkey just aivated?” McGonagall asked, not really needing the answer. Harry, as a man of aion, had no doubt caused it. “She’s delivering my ultimatum to the Minister. Unless they cease all hostilities in the next ... six minutes, there will be a war. At this time, it’s between me and Fudge, but anyone attacking me will be added to the losing side. Now, if you excuse me, I need to be somewhere. Susan, you know how to reach me.” With that, he took off towards the dungeons. As he strode down the stairs, Draco Malfoy and Ted Nott chose to try to stand in his way. He didn’t even slow down, but defleed their curses with a casual wave, and grabbed both boys by their collars, pulling them along with him as he continued down two more flights of stairs. “Boys, I’d love to kill you right now, but as I’m a bit busy, and I want to pay attention to details when I pull your intestines out through your urethras, I hope you don’t mind a rain check?” He dropped them in the middle of the stairs, leaving the suddenly terrified boys to drag their bruised and battered bodies to the hoital wing on their own. e lesson was obvious. ou shalt not annoy Harry Potter, lest you wish to go ’squish’ under his boot. Kilchurn waswas much moreinto peaceful thanbyitsCommander Lord . As soon as Harry le thewas Arch, a tankard of mead pressed his hand Steiner, and Björn there, smiling, so Harry did his best to calm down. “Report.” “Herr Fafnersson, we have sixteen Aurors in the dungeons, about seventy outside, and very little going on. Apparently, a large black man is in charge outside, and he’s waiting for confirmations to attack.” Steiner snapped. Björn continued. “ey are completely surrounded, demoralised and, well, doomed. Why don’t you take Stina along and talk to them? is is not a worthy fight. Maybe Leif as well, just to fly the colours a bit.” “Sounds like a plan. I know one black Auror, and he’s a good man I’d rather not kill. Do we have enough mead and tankards in the house for seventy?” ere was a pop, and the richest house-elf in the world appeared. “Lord Kilchurn Harry Potter Sir, I’s having a suggestion...” *
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Kingsley Shacklebolt was fidgety. Impatient sounded better, and Charged For Battle would have been nice, but he knew himself quite well, and Fidgety was just the word. ey had been ordered to lay siege to a bloody castle, and a castle they could barely see at that. Half the time it was just a ruin, and half the time it was a pretty impressive struure, with guarded battlements and all. He had ordered two teams to watch the skies for the dragon, but he didn’t have the foggiest notion what to do if anyone saw it. He almost jumped out of his skin when a House Elf popped in right next to him. e Elf was dressed in a small tuxedo, and looked every part a butler. “Auror Shacklebolt, Sir. e Lord Kilchurn regrets this delay, and invites yourself and ten into the courtyard for a cup convival until the festivities start. For those Aurors who no longer wish to serve a Minister who has made himself a personal enemy of the Lord, Kilchurn offers political asylum.” “ank you for this, erm, kind offer, but it might be considered as me leaving my post.” “It might also be wise to do some clever ying inside, not? We will make the castle fully visible and hold the meeting in view through the open gate. e minister wishes this confli, not Kilchurn. e situation grew worse aer one Auror decided to use deadly force against the Lord’s pregnant wife, but it wasn’t you, and we know this.” Suddenly, there was a call from the barely visible battlements. “Shacklebolt! Dobby eaks for me. Come on in and have a drink. You’ll be safe.” He couldn’t really believe his ears. “Potter? Is that you?” “Yes, it’s me. You thought Dumbledore had style. I sent a message to the Minister, and hopefully, you won’t have to fight us today. Hell, we’re partners. You deal with the scum, and we watch your backs. I’m not throwing that away; I owe too much to the Auro rs. Let’s talk.” “Mon, it’s good to hear some sense. We’re coming in.” He turned to his group. “Okay, team. I trust Harry, and I’m sure it’s him. Anyone know someone who should join us? ere’s room for three more.” “e teams are trained together. Let’s leave the seats.” “Good point, Brown. Let’s go.” *
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e Auror was suitably shaken, and nodded. is was hardly what he had expeed. e courtyard was full of flowers, a table was placed in the middle, and beautiful women were everywhere. e women wore simple white gowns, and one of them, a brunette, also wore a large bandage covering her shoulder. As he wasn’t deaf and paid attention to rumours, he looked around for tails hidden under the gowns, and he found them everywhere. Suddenly, this little image of paradise didn’t seem quite so friendly any more. “Good eyes, Shacklebolt. Most of these women are Huldr, and until you get the signal to attack, they pose no threat to you at all. is is Elaine, who has posed as my girlfriend so far. Aually, she’s my fiancé.” “I am pleased to meet you, Auror Shacklebolt,” said the bandaged girl in a pleasant alto. “Harry eaks highly of you, and puts you in stark contrast to the monster in the dungeon.” “Charmed,” said the slightly bewildered Auror, and bowed to kiss the offered hand. “May I ask what kind of monster you have there?” Harry laughed, completely without humour. “e Dawlish kind. He threw a deadly curse at my pregnant wife, and I claim full Line Proteion rights. He will not return. Fortunately, Elaine was able to block the curse, and she’s tougher than she looks. ” “I see. Do you know why Kilchurn suddenly became an enemy of the Ministry?” “It may be the interview I gave in the paper. Kilchurn doesn’t hold Fudge in very high regard, and I said so. e next thing he did was send you here to try and save face. Apparently, Madam Bones opposed this, so he fired her. Basically, you’re not here on a Ministry errand. You’re here as Fudge’s hissy fit.” e Aurors within hearing range grimaced at the pretty girl’s apt description. “She’s right. I may have aggravated the situation a bit by aivating his undersecretary’s emergency portkey to send him a message, though. He won’t be happy about that, but he started this, not me, and I’m ready to finish it.” Kingsley didn’t really like the sound of that. “I do have a lot of people here to stop you. Wouldn’t that make it hard to move on the Minister?” “No, not really. You were at Longbottom Estate, right? You saw the result of seven people and a dragon. I have thirty Huldr in the castle right now, two dragons, a giant and almost two hundred trained warriors. e Queensberry rules will not apply. You’re also surrounded by three hundred Huldr, using their power over nature to hide. I believe some of the Aurors are aually sitting on Huldr right now without knowing it. If you get the orders to attack, just throw down your wand. at way you’ll live. Please understand that I’m not threatening you here. e Minister has no idea what we can do, and he sent you here with a much too small force to even make a dent in our defences. Umbridge is a casualty by now, I guess. Dawlish will be, but that’s where it ends from my point of view.” “I see. Mistah Potter, not that I doubt you personally or anything, but it’s hard to believe that these charming ladies could pose such a threat to trained Aurors. I know very little about Huldr, aer all.”
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“Of course. You and one more, disarmed and captured by one of them, would that do?” Auror Brown moved quickly to his team leader’s side. Harry gave them a questioning look, and both men nodded. Two seconds later, both men were sitting in chairs, with their wands on the table, and a pretty little girl holding them both down with one hand on each man’s shoulder. e girl looked to be about fieen years old, a blonde little thing with pigtails and a friendly smile. Harry walked over to them with their wands. “You see, a Huldr is almost as fast as a vampire, and just as strong. eir allure is powerful, and Occlumency won’t help you. ey can sap your magic and strength if they want to, and they’re sturdier, more resilient than humans. ey are predators; we are usually prey. ey just don’t like it, so they come here because here they can feed and live without having to harm anyone. I’ve seen to that. e greatest threat to these girls’ dreams of living without hunting is Fudge, and I’m very sorry that he has put you in this position.” “So am I. Please excuse me, I need to talk to the other teams for a second.” e large man was visibly shaken as he le his team inside, and called a meeting with the team leaders. “Guys, we’re here because a girl told a reporter that she doesn’t like Fudge. ere are enough troops inside the castle to grind us into the turf, but they won’t need to, because we’re surrounded as well. ere are hundreds of Huldr in the area, and, well, if we attack, we’re dead. oughts?” “What about the missing tea ms? ere were supposed to be two teams coming in along the shore, right?” “I think they’re in the dungeons. Dawlish shot a curse at Potter’s pregnant wife. He won’t leave here, and good riddance. I think the rest will be released.” “Hold on, did you say that the Minister sent us here for personal reasons? A personal vendetta, that kind of thing?” “Pretty much. It’s about the article in the Prophet, nothing else. e girl who oke to Skeeter is also the one who took the curse for Harry’s wife. By the bandage, I’d guess she jumped in the way of it.” “Wasn’t she his girlfriend or fiancé or something? He has a wife, too?” “Looks that way, lucky bugger. She’s a hot little thing, too. I haven’t seen his wife yet, though.” “at’s not illegal, but using us as a personal brass knuckle is. Gentlemen, I’d rather go back and arrest Fudge for Misuse, Condu Unbecoming and Criminal Stupidity. How about you?” “Hellthat. yeah.She Mygets wiferight is expeing me home and being dead would sort of keep me from shirty when I misstonight, dinner.” “I agree. I’d like to see the other teams return with us, though.” “Come on then, let’s go talk to Harry.” *
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“Conrad! Conraa-ad!” “Yes, Mother. What are you yelling about?” “Get that broad behind of yours to the Ministry and get Fudge out of there. Augusta just called, and Fudge has gone to war against Kilchurn.” “What? at’s madness! He had Huldr by his side at Longbottom’s. I’ve met some Huldr in my days, and I sure don’t want to do so on a battlefield. He’ll get us all killed! e bloody article even said ... bloody hell, where’s my robe?” Conrad Mayweather jumped into the Floo. Maybe it wasn’t too late. *
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Some attacks on fortified strongholds weren’t so bad, the Aurors concluded, as a long line of beautiful women began to walk around, carrying large trays of beer and mead-tankards. e girls smiled and laughed with the Aurors, releasing their tension with a saucy wink here and there, and didn’t complain about a hand or two on their swaying posteriors, and the girls were positively surprised that their tails weren’t considered repulsive at all. When the crowd had been served, Shacklebolt conjured himself a leern, jumped up on it and cast a Sonorus. “Fellow Aurors, we’ve been ordered to stand down. e order has been issued by Fudge’s secretary, Weasley, who saw that Fudge had lost his mind and locked him into his own office. I have a whole new ree for the little twerp — he’s a brave twerp now. Anyway, as many of you have noticed, these ladies are Huldr, and right now, they’re using their powers to help us relax by feeding off a little of our excess energy, so we may aually all be sleeping wel l tonight. Relax, have a drink, and then, I think, we have a Minister to arrest. is wasn’t a legal matter, it was purely personal, and I’ve had it with that shit. You all with me?” “What about Dawlish’s and Barber’s teams?” someone called out. “Barber and his team are being brought up right now. Dawlish’s team will be back once they’re healed up, and Dawlish won’t return. He made an unprovoked attack on the pregnant wife of Harry Potter, and, well, he’s not returning. Potter claimed full Line Proteion rights, and I don’t blame him. It’s legal and everything. His team got a bit banged up, but trust me, there are worse things than Huldr nurses. Once the Otherton hoital is up, I won’t mind going there for my nicks and bruises. Let’s help them along, people, and get the turd who sent us here to get killed behind bars.” *
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“Were you hurt?” “Don’t be silly, beloved.” Just to make the point obvious, she morphed to face the other way, and then into a handstand without really moving, just rearranging herself. “e heat was diersed throughout the Loch. I didn’t really feel it, and even if I had, I heal quickly and Gabrielle would have been worth it.” “It’s just, well, I love you, and I’d hate to see you hurt. Where’s Gabrielle?” “In her room. She might just need some reassurance. I sometimes forget how young she is. Don’t forget that she’s a Veela, though. Don’t expe a human reaion. Scoot, beloved. I’ll send Jorunn up as soon as she’s back from delivering the team.” “anks. See you.” *
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e room was ... pink. Very pink, and frilly to boot. It wasn’t so much lace as pink and white gauze, and Harry figured that the room looked a bit like what the inside of a piece of cotton candy must be like. On a heart-shaped bed — pink, of course — was his wife. She was naked, sleeping, and covered by a sheet, and he could clearly see the bulge on her taut stomach. Without making a sound, he unhooked his weapons and allowed his clothes to pool onto the floor, where they resumed their shape. Heclimbedintothebedbehindherandpressedherbacktohischest. Shefeltsosmall, and Harry’s proteive reflexes fired up again. She didn’t really wake up, but she made a kind of strange jerking motion with her pelvis, and to his amusement he realised that he had his crown inside her tight little vagina without having moved a muscle. He brought his Passionfire out in his hands, and caressed her breasts with a so, blue glow that made his drowsy wife purr and thrust back a little. He started thrusting gently, and in combination with his hands, the petite Veela was pushed into a string of small orgasms that didn’t let up until she pushed his hands away to turn around and straddle him. Locking her lips to his, she pushed herself down on him, and without moving, she used her internal muscles to basically jerk him off inside her. With her tongue chasing his, she squeezed him hard and as he drewhappily close, began to slide thewith way his up semen, and down without letting his mouth go, and sighed as he filled herall folds retreating into the orgasm she had been fighting off for several minutes. He bathed her in his Fire, and when he sensed that she was content and happy, he released her. As she fell back into slumber, he smiled and crawled out of the bed, dressed, and le. Veela girls were so much less complicated to deal with. He could sense her reasoning, vaguely, as she was almost asleep, through the Bond. Her Master still loved her, still found her desirable even if she had been a bit stupid and taken such a risk. He hadn’t been angry, and as he had come to her and gied her with his semen, so all was right in the Veela world. *
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down over him, he felt her stretch beyond her capacity. As he felt the entrance get slick with blood, he sent the question through the bond, and she wordlessly told him to go on. He did so, and flooded her with Passionfire as he tore up her insides, but as he drew close, he turned her over on her back, pulled out and sung Healing into her as he made a cleansing charm on his cock and gently penetrated her pussy. He pushed deep, and as he felt her cervix, he pushed up against it. Well there, he relaxed and sent his semen into her uterus. She looked at him with wide eyes when she felt his intent, and opened herself fully, allowing him to make her pregnant. Her complete acceptance made his orgasm even more intense, and his enhanced body pumped semen inside her until there was a steady stream running down her crack, onto the floor. “ank you, Master. I’d say you have at least one more forceful fuck le before you can be really gentle, but thank you. I really hope I get pregnant. Now, get back to school, and turn that Tracey-girl into a puddle. Do bond someone as well. We want some more company here. Now go fuck some schoolgirl.” As usual, he smiled and did as the pretty girl told him. *
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When Lord Potter, who has a mental link to his girls, learned of this, he became angry beyond my abili ty to calm him down. He sought out Professor Umbridge, with whom he has an unpleasant history — also due to the Minister — and wounded her badly as a message to Fudg e. He did make sure that she would survive, however. He used a classified tranort to Kilchurn, where the commanders of our armed forces managed to calm him down. By that time, the Castle had the seventy-two Aurors surrounded by an overwhelming force, and the hundreds of trained fighters inside the castle were armed and ready. Sixteen Aurors had approached from another direion, and as the leader of one of those teams was the one who opened fire, they were all in custody. As Lord Potter recognised the site-leader among the Aurors, he managed to defuse the situation while both sides were waiting for ministry confirmation of the attack. ankfully, this brave man here had neutralised Fudge, so the disaster never happened. I was alerted to this as he sent a message to Kilchurn, using his personal conneions with the house. I received it rather than the Lord, but was able to conta the Castle in time. Ladies and Gentlemen, Lord Potter has prepared for a war against the current Dark Lord; he is prepared to fight for his family, as some of them are classified as beasts by this body; and less than a thousand Aurors isn’t much of a threat, frankly. If he gets to live in peace, if his friends and family are treated with the ree they deserve, his forces can be seen as a resource for the Aurors and the Ministry. Ladies and Gentle men of the Wizengamot, there are two viims of this confli who will not recover . Dolores Umbridge will end the rest of her life at St. Mungo’s, the bill for which Kilchurn will pay. Lord Potter has also claimed full Line Proteion rights against Auror Dawlish, and he’s unlikely to be seen again. is ends the current events. ank you.” Augusta Longbottom looked down on her grandson. When he had been called to the floor, she had been nervous out of habit, but had quickly recovered. He had played the Wizengamot like a flute, altering his voice and posture to match his words exaly. He had gone from whiers to roars, from mild voice to blasts of a war bassoon. What he had said didn’t matter as much as how he had said it. e Minister had attacked a pregnant woman without provocation. Kilchurn House could have levelled the Ministry, but sagely chose not to. ere were some unfortunate costs, but all in all, Kilchurn forgave the Ministry. All that was le was for the Ministry to find a scapegoat, and Fudge had more or less volunteered. Percy thanked the younger Lord, and resumed. “is could have been an unmitig ated disaster. e House of Kilchurn is not our enemy, even if they may violate a couple of laws that we might look at later, but due to this unilateral declaration of war, I ask the Wizengamot to second my request for a vote of No Confidence regarding Cornelius Fudge, and for his removal from his current post.” e gathered Grand Old Ladies smiled. *
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he encountered, usually couples, backed away from him or just stared. e stocky warrior that was climbing the stairs had very little in common with the scrawny boy they had seen just this morning, and as dinner was about to be served, it was much too soon for any kind of training regimen to have had this effe. He marched into the Great Hall, and flopped down unceremoniously at the table. “What?” he asked, as his fellow Gryffindors stared at him. Dean cleared his throat. “Eh, Harry. You’re in full size, you’re dressed in dragonhide, you have that hammer hanging loose and a sword across your back. at’s a far cry from school robes, you know.” “Oh. at might explain it. Never mind; e day’s screwed enough as it is. Another thing won’t matter.” “What happened? You disappeared, Umbridge vanished, and Bones and Nev were just frantic for a while, but no-one knows anything. You wouldn’t believe some of the rumours going around.” “Does any of the rumours say that the Minister decided to attack Kilchurn with almost a hundred Aurors, that one of them cursed my pregnant wife, and that it was touch-and-go for a full scaled war until Percy Weasley arranged a coup and arrested the Minister?” As everybody stared dumbly, he made the obvious conclusion. “ey weren’t too informed, then, as that’s pretty much what happened.” Dean, the unofficial okesman for the ill informed started counting on his fingers. “Okay Mate: Why, What, Wife, War, and Who?” He looked around. “Anyone have any other questions?” Seamus laughed. “No, you’ve got them all covered, all right.” As Harry retold the story again, more and more students gathered around the table. As he clearlyexceptions. was gettingPadma angrierhad as he told up it, most of them drooped again, a few noteworthy taken position behind Parvatioffand waswith staring at him with open mouth. Harry decided to bring her back to reality, and maybe tease her a bit as well, mostly to make himself focus on something else for a minute. “Padma, you have an absolutely beautiful tongue, did you know that?” ere was an audible clap as she closed her mouth and seemed to shrink a bit, so Harry guessed that she was blushing. He looked around, and was highly amused to see Luna standing behind him, with Marietta Edgecombe kneeling at her feet. It must have been interesting in Ravenclaw these past few days. However, he couldn’t see any Slytherins, not even the one he wanted to see. He felt sort of deerate for some reason. He had made love to his wife, fucked his girlfriend, and now he needed to shag the daylights out of someone. If henight, had understood thewant LadytoHogwarts, theTracey, twins would play for his attention that and he didn’t hurt them. on the make other ahand, would welcome some roughness. Maintaining the game didn’t have the appeal it used to. He had yet to prove his command ability, but he knew he had it now, so he was confident that he could order her to be his toy for a while. It would probably be awkward, but this day already held his record for weirdest shag. In hindsight, he couldn’t believe he had done
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that to Jorunn, but he also knew that she was probably the toughest of his girls. If anyone wanted to have some serious pain sometimes, it was certainly her. Tracey wouldn’t be able to take that, but if he just remembered to morph ahead of time, she would want to take whatever he dished out. With that thought firmly in mind, he rose. “As much as I would like to stick around and gaze longingly at Padma’s delightfully pink tongue, I have some working out to do. Catch you guys later.” “But I’ve caught you right now, Potter. You will not subvert my house any further,” said a voice from behind, accompanied by a stunner that fizzed out harmlessly on his armour-clad back. He turned with a bored expression. “Professor, attacking a student from behind has to be against some rule. It’s not even good Slytherin taics, because you have to ...” At that point, the seething potions professor launched another hex, which Harry caught on his armoured arm. A third aually opened a gash across Harry’s forehead, and Harry, quite literally, saw red. He reached over his shoulder and drew his sword, but he didn’t get to do anything further as the greasy man keeled over, revealing the dainty little form of Daphne Greengrass standing behind him with a cracked pitcher in her hand. “Vindiiveness and counter-attacking aer the fa is not the way of the serpent,” she said, looking at Harry, with a few glances at the sword as he re-sheathed it. “Fighting with any available means at the right time is.” “Well put, Slytherin Greengrass. ank you; I’ll remember that.” “Frankly, I think I saved his life. Would you help me get him to the hoital wing?” “Of course.” *
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“She will, but today is perhaps not the best day. She’s got her period.” “Let’s see what she says about that.” ey deposited the still unconscious Professor in the tender care of Madam Pomfrey and made their way back through the labyrinth. “You got me off track nicely there, but now I’m back. What’s in this for you?” “I want to live. I want to be on the winning side, like an y other Slytherin, and that means I have to get closer to you. Also ... TraceyandPansyseemsohappy.” “What?” “ey are happy, all right? In our house, there’s a constant struggle to achieve dominant positions, to fight or outsmart all others. It’s just hard. If you’re on the bottom, any one can take advantage of you. I have no idea how many girls gets raped once they’re in third year just because they’re not at the top, and now no one touches Tracey or Pansy, because they have made themselves property. I want that kind of peace. at kind of unstated influence they’re getting, simply by carrying a shadow of you and the House of Kilchurn.” “We’ll talk more about that later. I have a strong feeling that Tracey is coming this way right now. I intend to use her, so you may want to be somewhere else.” His senses told him, somehow, that Tracey was coming closer — or rather that her necklace was coming closer. He hadn’t felt that before, and figured that it might be a good thing. He would have a word with Jormungandr about that later, but right now, he stopped by a fairly deep niche in the wall that housed a suit of armour, but there was some ace behind it. It looked like a good ot in any case, so he built a quick wall-shie ld, leaving about six feet of ace behind it, and he laced the shield with illusions and Notice-Me-Notcharms, making it look like an unusually boring piece of masonry. Just when he was done with it, Tracey came jogging around a corner. Harry raised his hand and stopped her. “Good. You’re here. Get in behind this suit of armour and on your knees.” As he followed her through the false wall, he noticed that Greengrass was following them, but he chose not to say anything. Well inside, Tracey was on her knees, and was already gaping. It was tempting to simply shag her face, but he had to ask her. “is is why you came running, isn’t it?” “Yes Master. I think it was the necklace that told me to hurry and where to go.” “Do you have your period now?” “Yes Master, but I use a tampon, so my mouth and ass are still available if you want to avoid the bleeding.” “I’m mostly interested in your ass today, but one of these days, I might just make you pregnant. Shut up now and suck my cock.” He couldn’t quite get over the fa that Tracey blushed happily when he ordered her to do things like that, but there was no denying her joy when she liberated his unmorphed member. As she took the crown in her mouth, he was frankly astonished when she continued to push him down until her nose was pressed into his stomac h. She pulled off of him and smiled.
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“Purgamentum potion. It pays to be a Slytherin, sometimes. Use me, Master; I’m your personal rubber toy.” She didn’t get to say anything more, as he shoved his length down her throat again. Potions. What a lovely science, he thought to himself as he roughly grabbed the girl’s neck and fucked her throat violently. He noticed Daphne kneeling beside them, and he was prepared to see fear in her eyes at his rough handling of her friend. Instead, her eyes were slightly glazed, and she was licking her lips. He pulled out of Tracey’s throat and turned a little, making his member swing towards the little blonde. She didn’t hesitate for a second, but grabbed his member with both hands and started jerking him and licking the crown clean from the precum that was almost running out of it. As he enjoyed her ministrations, he pulled Tracey on to her feet. He pushed a finger into her tight little arse and performed the charm. To his surprise, her knees buckled in an orgasm, something that appeared to surprise her too. He turned her around and felt the strange soness in her body that the potion had created. Just to see if it was possible, he lied her right leg and laid it behind her neck. She turned and smiled at him, but he barely noticed. He was almost transfixed by her crotch. She was wet and wide open to him. Clear juice flowed from her pussy, and her arse was slightly open as well,Tracey’s due to the charm. gently pried cock out of Daphne’s hands and pressed it against tight little He opening. As hehis pressed himself inside, extending her beyond the possible, he flooded her nerve system with Passionfire and as his huge member slid in to the root, she cried out in a powerful orgasm that wet her feet with juices. Daphne crawled closer, staring at her friends stretched opening, hesitantly liing her hand to Tracey’s clit. At Harry’s nod, she got bolder and started fingering the hooded little pearl expertly. Harry pumped his full length in and out, over and over as Tracey came time aer time thanks in no small part to her friends ministrations. Harry felt himself drawing close, and flashed Tracey with his blue bolts again. As he overdid it a bit, a small ark carried over to Daphne, and the small girl howled in an incredibly loud orgasm and attached her mouth to Harry’s balls, licking and sucking. “Tracey, I’m about to cum. Drink it, but share if she wants to.” As the thoroughly shagged girl slipped off his cock in a fluid motion, she bent her back downwards in a truly impossible way, so to Harry, it almost felt like another stroke as his cock le her arse and entered her throat. anks to the cleansing properties of the charm, he imagined that it was without too much discomfort, but he didn’t really care. As he pumped into her throat, Daphne had stood up, and was now pressing her body against his. She had lied her blouse and skirt so he could feel her hard nipples and moist bush as she whiered in his ear about how beautiful his cock was, ho w lovely it tasted and how much she wanted his cum. As very few men can stand against a horny girl begging for his cum, he came, and Tracey pulled off. She took his semen in her mouth, swallowing greedily, and as Daphne praically dove onto it, Tracey shared the urting member with her friend who swallowed with equal greed. As Harry’s store ran out, the girls met in a hot, cummy kiss and continued to clean each other’s faces before licking Harry clean. As they readjusted their clothes again, Tracey laid her hand on her Master’s arm. “Master, is there a necklace for Daph too? She had a ark already, but ... “ “It’s better to play it safe. I agree. I don’t have one right now, but I’ll get you one if you want it.”
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e petite blonde asked in a small voice. “Does this mean I’m yours, too? I’d like that ... Master. I’ll learn to make that potion, so you can fuck me next time.” “If you want to belong to me, that’s fine by me. Just remember that this is not a passing thing. If I choose to make you pregnant, the decision is mine, not yours. If I want you to walk around naked the decisi on is mine, not yours . If I want you to come to my room and suck my cock from sunset to sunrise, that’s exaly what you’ll do. ink about it, but when I put that necklace around your neck, it’s final. You understand?” “Yes, Master. I’m ovulating tomorrow, if you want to impregnate me as soon as possible.” “I’m in no hurry. I have made one girl pregnant today already, so I can be patient. Once you have that necklace I’ll give you a real Passionfire Orgasm, and trust me, it’s worth a capital letter. See you babes later.” As he made his way back up to Gryffindor Tower, he wondered what the hell just happened. He had praically enslaved another girl, and it had felt like the right thing to do. He wondered whether he becoming obsessed or something, but the thought made him guffaw. Of course he was. He had women all over throwing themselves at him. He really had to talk to Susan. He was going to need that shagging schedule. is little session had reduced his tension by loads, though. Having a castle full of ’Shaggabilities’ might just be a comfortable thing. A feeling of foreboding made him turn aroun d and pick up the pace. As he drew near the new secret ace, he heard angry voices, both male and female, so he morphed himself tranarent and silenced his feet. As he turned the last corner, he saw Malfoy, Nott and Goyle. Malfoy holding Daphne against the wall as the two other boys tore at Tracey’s clothes. Harry went cold with rage. Without moving, he made Tracey’s necklace shine and sung Movement at Malfoy. As his voice appeared to come from all direions at once, Goyle and Nott was looking in the wrong direion as Malfoy’s leg began to twist. His scream made them refocus, and they stared as the blonde boy’s foot began to turn, continuing beyond the breaking point of bone and sinews, which was audibly announced. As the twisting motion approached the breaking point of skin, it moved upwards, and by sheer, fiendish creativity, Harry laced a little Healing into his voice, thereby keeping Malfoy from fainting as his leg was twisted and destroyed up to his knee, with sharp bone fragments piercing his skin all the way and blood pooling below him. With a final twist, the match-sized pieces of remaining bone sliced his skin to shreds, destroying the leg beyond repair . Harry stopped singing , and Malfoy finally lost consciousness. e piure before him was frozen for ten seconds, before Nott threw Mobilicorpus, and with Goyle in tow, ran towards the Hoital wing with the freely bleeding Malfoy trailing a red ribbon behind them. He could see that the girls were unharmed, so he returned to his previous trail, smiling the kind of smile that approaches careless divers and has a fin on top. ose girls were his. *
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Luna’s breast dagger was finished on the shelf, and the untraditional Athamé he was making for Hermione was coming together nicely. By sheer luck, the foldings of the wavy blade gave the impression of pages, making it possibly better for ritual than herbal work. He had no intention of making it into a real one, though, as Hermione didn’t use that type of magic at all, but he was able to incorporate a stolen hair from her, as well as Veela hairs, tail hair from a Foxtail huldr, and breast hair from a Squirreltail. Not from Jorunn and Disa, though, instead from girls he didn’t really know, but who were known to be intelligent and studied, at least from the limited pereive of their ecies. He had encased the thin little braid in Audsilber and incorporated it in the handle. He was now using his smallest chisel to give the impression of fur on the silver Ermine on the guard, shaped like an open book, with said ermine stretched out, resting, on the pages. e coals were cooling, and the only thing he had in the fires were ingots of a strange greenish alloy that he had made by absently pouring three crucibles into one. As Surt had told him, sometimes really stupid things were done, and it was better to see what had really happened than to curse the result. erefore, he had poured the metal into ingots to see what the result would look like. As the mix contained both Audsilber, moon silver and regular, Vaulundersteel, and bronze, there was just no telling what it would be like when it cooled. As he put the chisel down, he noticed that he was not alone. By the door was a tall man in a pin-striped suit. His friendly smile brought out the similarities with the Patil twins, even if he hadn’t been obviously Indian. “Mister Potter, I must say I am impressed by the driven focus in such a young man. I am Suman Patil, and my daughters wished for me to see you. Do you know why?” He oke in the rapid, exa English of a studied immigrant, and he seemed so friendly and good-natured that Harry immediately liked him. “Welcome to my smithy Mr Patil, and thank you. Metal has no patience with the careless. e eyes of your daughters have given me some ideas, but the exa reason for your visit is still unknown to me.” “Naturally, Mister Potter. I would believe that any young man could see intent in the eyes of my daughters. Can we sit? is is not a subje easily brought by men and should never be forced upon fathers.” e exaggerated wariness in the man’s voice made Harry smile as he conjured a couple of chairs and a table. “Of course, Sir. Please, sit, and trust me when I say that few subjes will be new or embarrassing to me. Do not expe shocked outcries from me.” “I see what you mean. To begin where I should, Magical Britain is unusually rife with powerful mages. A population of less than a third of ours, magically eakin g, has in recent times produced your headmaster, You-know-Who, and yourself, as well as many other powerful individuals. In India, the level of power is in decline, and while we have few Squibs, we have very few with notable power. I am considered very powerful by our standards, but I am nothing ecial here. May I ask about your power level?” “I am a Sorcerer, Mr Patil, and my power is nearly limitless, but I am also not fully human. My children will be sorcerers as well, and inherit my power and my ecial traits, but as I understand it, they will be human, and take aer their mothers. I believe I can tell
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where the subje will take us, and I confess that I am oath-bound by the Goddess Freja to give children to any suitable woman who asks, and my children will end some time with her to learn how to use their Sorcery, and to make sure that none of the bigotry that is so rampant today will take hold with my descendants.” “You are assigned to father a whole race, then?” “Pretty much, yes.” “I don’t know whether to pity you or envy you. ere is a technique from Khajuraho, to move a just conceived child between women. Many women came there to receive a blessed child ,conceived in the womb of one of the Shakti priestesses. Would you be willing to help Magical India that way? By impregnating my daughters and have the children grow to term in other women? e children would be well cared for, you could get to know them ifyouwish,andwewillnothinderyourdealwiththeGoddessasitsogreatlybenefitsus.” e name Khajuraho was aually familiar to Harry, as a book on Indian temples, Khajuraho in particular, was the furthest Dudley had ever gone in his foreign studies. When he had discovered other magazines, with more piures than text, the book had found it’s way into the smallest bedroo m. Still, the whole concept was making Harry more than a little dizzy. “We are moving out of my depth here, Mr Patil. It is my duty, I believe, to father children, but this sounds like a baby-making produion line. I need to get used to the idea first, before I can answer.” Suman Patil smiled at him again, nodding in agreement. “I understand perfely, Mister Potter. In international diplomacy, we are now at the point where we would separate for the day, claiming consultations with our governments, while we really just think things over. I will, however, consult with mine, and learn just how far I can go with concessions, as there is a Goddess involved. Now I believe my daughters intend to persuade you, so I will leave. ank you for your time, and may your Goddess preserve you from determined twin daughters.” ey laughed together at his hopeless tone as the friendly gentleman headed for the door. As the door swung shut behind him, it was opened again, and two visions of sensuality came through it, closed it, and sauntered towards him with perfe synchronisation. ey wore body-jewellery and very little else, and the look in the four identical eyes heated him more than the forge. It was good to be him.
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“The night is fine,” the Walrus said. “Okay, we’re here. Let’s get to work, go home and have a drink. MORSMORDRE!” e Death Eater — a seasoned veteran from five similar attacks on unprepared, undefended targets — fired the hideous illusion into the cloudy sky, and was shocked beyond bladder control when a voice cried out behind a low garden wall less than twenty feet away. “DILIGOMORSUS!” A blinding white beam shot up from behind the cover, unfolding into a crescent moon with the silhouette of a buxom girl sitting inside it like in a chair, preening slightly. Over time, the moon seemed to turn fuller, until the image of a full, round breast was dilayed and as it turned, it alternated between the preening silhouette and the fully dilayed breast, and it completely outshone the sickly wi of greenish smoke from the competition. On the ground, a similar event had unfurled. Outside the Skeeter residence, a mighty force of Death Eaters, fieen fighters, had met the guard from the Kilchurn forces. As soon as the Death Eaters arrived, the Einharjers on location put up wards to keep them there, a massive wave of Huldr Allure distraed the black-robed misfits, and the fight barely happened. Pettigrew did try to fire off a Killing curse, but was knocked out cold before he could even finish it, and the other s fell to a storm of stunners and body- binds. As the ten present Huldr dragged the would-be attackers together, using their touch to keep them distraed,appeared. the door She opened andup theatcharming view ofmarks Rita Skeeter in aand horribly frilly bathrobe looked the competing in the sky almost orgasmed in excitement. Pulling a notebook out of her bathrobe’s pocket, she conjured a quill and rushed down to the troops to get her story. She had it pretty much down when the first Aurors appeared. Kingsley Shacklebolt ignored the report er and focused on a note pinned to one of the captives. 357
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“Hello. I am Peter Pettigrew, Order of Merlin and all, Death Eater, shocking example of poor personal hygiene, betrayer of the Potters, and framer of Sirius Black. As an illegal rat animagus, you might want to keep me stunned until you have me kissed for the murders of Cedric Diggory and others. Oh, and kick me.” Shacklebolt read it out to his team, and laughed the whole time while they processed the Death Eaters’ wands and, aer a quick conference with the Einharjer commander, portkeyed them out. Rita was now just silently taking notes as Kingsley, Johan from the Einharjers, Hans from the Lunarians, and Saga the Huldr met up. “So, you are all Kilchurn forces, I take it? I need some kind of report, I guess.” “Jawohl,” Hans began. “e enemy portkeyed in and fired the mark. We scared them good when I cast our — the Lunarian Legion’s — mark, the Luna Lovebite. Gut, ja?” “We move next, I think,” Saga continued. “A focus hit of Allure to make them think with wrong head, but some fall from that.” Her accent was very heavy, but the charming blonde made it sound endearing, and even apologetic. Johan followed the report. “Aer shocking and disabling them, all wands moved to stun and bind. e rat almost completed a killing curse, but that was all the opposition managed. e Huldr kept them distraed and disabled until you arrived. Time estimation, first to last ell: three minutes.” “ank you. Please convey my force’s gratitude to the Lord. And the Goddess, of course.” Rita scribbled like crazy. e story of the year, right on her front lawn. She had to do something really nice for the Lord of Kilchurn Castle. *
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Scandinavia is out, and frankly, the whole of northern Europe is hostile territory for you now. As one of his Fathers-in-law holds a high post in the French magical government, France, including the French interest here, is also not a good place. I suggest you immerse yourself in the American Muggle culture. Possibly Africa would do, but I would believe America would be an easier place in which to disappear.” eodore Nott hadn’t noticed, but Neville was very much aware that there were a lot of attentive ears nearby. “And if I stay here?” “You might get lucky. You might even be allowed to live, but it would surprise me.” “ank you for your advice, Lord Longbottom.” e boy bowed, turned, and le, his face ashen. Neville said quietly to himself, for the audience of course. “Be adventurous: piss on Voldemort, but don’t touch Harry’s girls unless you really wish to die.” Heconvene made sure his papers, down towards the Arch. e Wizengamot would in he halfhad anall hour, and he and had ran to be there. *
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She paused in her mental meandering to allow the orgasm that the gently licking Marietta had given her to run it’s course. at interesting crackling sensation was there again. She was still worried. She looked through the distraion field as she felt someone enter. Cho was standing in the door, wearing a much too short nightie, and her nipples were clearly marked through the thin fabric. Perhaps a distraion of a different flavour would work. *
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As the kneeling girl smiled up at him and took his crown in her mouth, the girl behind him moaned. Her hands caressed his torso and teased his nipples, and her mouth licked and nibbled at his neck. “Mmm. Yummy. e greatest thing about being a magical twin. A double mind in two bodies. I can stand here, with my breasts pressed against your back, and feel your cock in my mouth. I can have you inside me while I lick your balls. If you cum inside any of us, in any way, we will cum like you won’t believe.” She stepped around him without breaking skin conta. ey were all naked now, and she was pressing her backside against him, liing his right hand to her breast. He moved his le one to her lovely firm arse on his own and caressed the girl soly, as both of the twins moaned. As he placed his hand in the small of her back and slid it downwards, with his middle finger tracing the crack, pressing lightly against her anus, not stopping until he felt the moisture on his fingertip. e kneeling girl shuddered lightly and renewed her efforts, taking him deep with her pink little tongue whipping around his crown. e one standing made a small yelp as he grabbed her waist carefully but firmly between his hands and lied her straight up. She caught on quickly when he turned, and wrapped her legs around his neck, arching back with a flexibility he had only ever seen in Gabrielle. She loosened her grip around his neck, allowing him to see her properly, and it was a lovely sight. Her quim was smooth, and the little remaining tu of pubic hair was shaped like a star. Below it was a perfely symmetrical flower, glistening with moisture and crowned with a small pink clitoris, peeking out from under its dark hood. e contrast between her dark, south Indian skin and the deep pink of her folds was exquisite, and her powerful scent aroused him incredibly. He reached out with his tongue to touch the bottom of her folds, and was rewarded by a double ga. He traced the labia in front of him with the tip of his tongue, and the girl on her knees started to jerk him off while she licked his crown all over. He worked the fragrant snatch in front of him for a couple of minutes, without ever touching the clitoris, before he put her down gently on the floor. As the girls traded places, the one getting up reached for a small capsule in the pile of discarded gold ornaments and threw the contents in a corner of the smithy. With a whooping sound, it unfolded to a large pile of pillows in differe nt colours. e girl with his cock in her mouth started crawling backwards, pulling him along by suion, until they had reached the composite bed, where she stood next to her sister and pushed him down into the so pile. He lay there in perfe comfort, looking at the double visions of beauty as they stood in front of him, basking in his admiration. ey took a step apart, and the one to his right lied her right leg slowly, and in a dance-like move, lied her knee towards her breasts, then extended it upwards, keeping perfe balance. Harry’s cock couldn’t possibly have gotten any harder as her position opened her completely to his eyes. Keeping her torso perfely level, she began to fall towards her sister, who caught the elevated leg on her shoulder and began to kneel down, grabbing Harry’s cock in the process, aiming it slightly as she lowered her sister down onto it. He saw both girls’ eyes widen and he forced himself to lie still as the girl was slowly lowered on top of him. He saw, in perfe detail, how the so, pink petals read themselves for him, and how the opening slowly distended to accommodate his girth. As the girl lied again, he could see how the inner labia clung to his member, as if unwilling to let
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it go, before she was lowered again, fraion by fraion until she reached her bottom. e sensation was unbelievable. e only physical conta between them was her hot, tight, wet folds squeezing his member. As she began gyrating her hips, the other girl crept up to him, kissing and licking his body until she lay beside him, looking up at her sisters swaying body as she pleased their man like no-one else before. “is is incredible, Harry. Your cock is truly amazing, and it feels so good inside. I can feel you right here, inside my belly as you fuck her. She’s stretched so wide that her knob is rubbing against your sha and your crown is poised right at her uterus. Today is just for pleasure, though.” She was working her hands between her legs for all she was worth, and he reached his arm around her, morphing it slightly to increase his range. He slid his hand down her crack like before — if it hadn’t been the other girl, of course, since he wasn’t sure any more. He didn’t stop this time, though, and with his thumb against her ass and his middle finger half buried in her welcoming slit, he performed the Veela charm. Harry thought he would lose his member to the girl’s orgasm. e small stimulation provided by the lubrication and cleansing had sent the girls rocketing over the edge, and the one perched — well, impaled — on his cock was contraing so violently that Harry feared she would injure herself. She fell forward over him, and the gaing girl, still contraing, began chasing his tongue with hers as her sister crawled down, licking his balls and the sha that wasn’t inside her sister. Harry took advantage of the girl’s temporary lapse in strength, and without allowing her to slip off of him, turned and laid her down with her back again st his chest. He began to thrust gen tly as he teased her nipp les and whiered in her ear. “Do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me to fill your folds with my semen until it flows out of you, for your sister to taste?” “No! I want ... it in me more .. I want to taste it .. more!” she panted as he thrust inside her, her sister licked their joining point. She turned her head and whiered to him. “We feel each ... other, but it’s more ... intense in person. You lubed ... up Padma’s ass. It’s ... time to fuck it. Just bend ... her down and I’ll ... help you do her from behind.” Staying inside her, Harry sat up, then stood up, with the dark beauty still impaled on his cock. en he quickly lied her off of him and caught the othe r girl — Padma, he guessed — flipped her over and lied her cute little bott om. As he licked her folds and performed the Veela charm once more, Parvati was gagging on his cock, coating him in saliva and rubbing it between her breasts . As Padma, and Parvati to a lesser extent, appeared to draw closer, he dumped her on the pillows and adjusted her so that she had her firm little butt in the air. With her sisters guidance, he poised his crown against the tiny entrance and, with Parvati as guide, he pushed. Both girls lost it. Padma bucked back, trying to take more of him than he knew she could handle, while Parvati howled until Harry grabbed her and pulled her in fron t of him with her bum in the air . As he fucked one of the twins in her well-lubricated arse, he stuck his finger in the other one, fired off the same charm, and switched. Both girls panted and moaned as he fucked them, and, aer a minute, they started kissing. With liberal use of cleansing charms, he started to switch between pussies and asses as the girls moaned, panted, and occasionally cried, and he lost count of how many times
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they orgasmed. He had been surprisingly turned on by the thin white fluid that had begun to flow from the twins’ nipples aer a number of orgasms. ey had lost all control, were touching each other in ways sisters normally wouldn’t, and aer almost an hour, they were sixty-nined while Harry moved around them, going from arse to pussy to mouth without pause until he was too close to stop himself again . He threw himself back among the pillows with his cock like a glistening flagpole, the girls untangled themselves, and one of them almost leaped on top of him, driving him deep into her pussy. ey could see how close he was, and as the other girl laid her head on his stomach, licking his sha and her sister’s clit, they were ready for him. As he started to buck, the riding girl slid off, and the licking girl took him deep in her mouth as her sister moved. He came. He came in one hot mouth; on a swirling, pink tongue; over a beautiful face; on firm perky breasts; and then back into another hot, sucking and swallowing mouth until he was dry and only light twitches remained of the urts. One of the girls rose and pulled him inside her hot folds as the exhausted trio basked in the aerglow of one incredible feast of lust, their feelings serene, almost sacred. At least until one of the twins burped loudly and they all dissolved in exhausted laughter. *
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“Foreign relations. ere might be a firm allian ce in the works with India. I just negotiated an assurance of maintained interest, you might say.” e door opened, and the twins emerged. Both of them wore dreamy smiles and their school uniforms, but all their normal house identifiers were in bundles under their arms, as was the body jewellery. ey smiled warmly at Neville, and one of them oke. “A most serious interest, you might say.” “Hello, uh, which one are you?” “Frankly, we’re not sure right now. We think I’m Padma, though. I have a small callous from the quills, but that’s the only real difference.” “I ... see. I realise that if I try to understand this, I might sustain brain damage, so I won’t. Good night.” As the girls giggled, he sauntered onwards shaking his head. “ere goes my best mate. I’d be lost without him, but I’m not above teasing him a bit. Would you dear ladies mind if ...” *
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The Battle Of The Marks
by Rita Skeeter Last night, as the Wizengamot held its long overdue session to remove Cornelius Fudge, evil did not sleep. e Death Eaters decided to attack Yours Truly, as I have finally understood the Dark Lord’s true value — or rather, his lack thereof. A full scaled attack was launched under the cover of darkness, and the first indication of a problem was the appearance of the Dark Mark in the sky above my house. It was immediately followed, however, by a white, beautiful mark in the heavens. My editor has forbidden me to describe it, but the piure below says it all, I believe. It is called the Luna Lovebite, and is the symbol of one of Kilchurn’s allied forces, the Lunarian Legion. Between a contingent of Legionaries, the elite force called the Einharjers, and a group of Huldr whose pacifying power was instrumental in the strike, the entire Death Eater company was subdued in seconds with absolutely no casualties on either side. When the Aurors arrived, the prisoners were subdued, harmless and in some cases even healed by the Huldr, who also kept them calm and peaceful. Ladies and gentlemen, I owe them my life, and I have no doubt that we all will in good time. Commander Hans Schmidt of the Lunarian Legion, Sergeant Johan Silfverslägga of the Einharjers, and Lady Saga of the Huldr led their forces with elegance and efficiency, and I never even felt fear. So, what’s the big deal, you ask? e invincible forces have won again; there’s nothing new about that. e remarkable detail in all this was that the Kilchurn forces were already there: ey were waiting for the Death Eaters in my own garden. Aer my honest report of the interview with Elaine, they had surmised that the Dark Lord might take offence and decide to eliminate your evervigilant reporter of undeniable fas. ey decided to stop him, and placed a guard at my place. e Ministry read the same article, yet the Aurors arrived long aer the Death Eaters would have been gone. e ministry’s reonse to the article is mentioned in other places in this paper. Fudge would have let me die. Kilchurn wouldn’t. Goodbye Cornelius, you old goat, and good riddance. e war that didn’t happen, page 2-5 Percy Weasley, Lioninnocent, in bureaucrat Sirius Black proven page 9clothing, pages 6-8 e forces of Kilchurn, our strongest wards, pages 10-17 Peter Pettigrew, the Order of Merlin, facing the Kiss, page 18 *
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“Mr Potter, a word, if you please?” “Certainly, Headmaster.” He rose from the breakfast table and followed the aged Wizard to the room where the champions had gone in the Triwizard Tournament. Well there, he decided to be courteous, and conjured two chairs similar to his own at Kilchurn. Dumbledore looked surprised for a second, but sat down with a sigh. “Mr Potter, I know that I’m overstepping my bounds as Headmaster in this very second, but I am also the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and I fear that I am sorely lacking in that position at this time. I would appreciate any insight into the Kilchurn views that you might like to share with me. I ask for no secrets, but only a general view.” Harry thought for a moment. ere was nothing too secret about that. Indeed, they had done away with most of the secrets. “Peace. Equality between sentients. e survival of the magical world. at’s the main thrust, anyway.” “I see. If the current eculations are true, why did the Lord of Kilch urn take an interest in you? No offence, of course, but I must admit I feel a bit le out.” “Headmaster, I will not comment on the relationship between me and the Lord of Kilchurn. As for you being le out, it’s your own doing. I don’t trust you. Your eech at my memorial at Headquarters told me quite a lot. If you study it in your pensieve, you will see that you got confused, and told me more or less straight out that you had planned for me and Voldemort to kill each other, and that you saw me as a weapon, a blade forged in adversity for the purpose of killing and being destroyed. It was a shock, and it contradied everything I thought I knew about you, as well as your own words, but your aions through my life support it. All these years, you have done things backwards. When the time has been one for aion, you have not moved. When inaion has been the preferred way, you have meddled and thereby created the situations that should have been avoided.” “I ... will look at my memory of the incident. If that is the case, and I do believe you, I fully understand why I find myself on the sidelines. I would like to eak more of this at a later date. Now, to an even less pleasant subje. ere has been a number of attacks on staff and students in school, and consensus indicates you as reonsible, even if there is not one shred of evidence to support it. Again, I wish for nothing more than a hypothetical guess regarding the reasons for such attacks.” “I only know of a few such attacks. Tracey Davis and Pansy Parkinson were attacked in the Slytherin Common room by Professor Snape. I believe a Serpent Lord Avatar defended them against the gross perversion of the Slytherin ideals that the current Head of House represents. Daphne Greengrass and, again, Tracey were sexually assaulted earlier today by Malfoy, Nott and Goyle, I believe. e reason for these attacks has probably been their open affiliation with me or the House of Kilchurn. Oh, and I did destroy Umbridge, but in doing so, I managed to send a message to the ministry that probably saved thousands of lives. A partially regrettable loss of a torturer, but it was not for nothing.” “I understand. e needs of the man y outweighs the need s of the few. A noble sentiment, as long as one carefully considers who the few might be. By the Rules of House
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and Quarrel of 1634, your treatment of Dolores was perfely legal, but I must say I was a bit surprised at your list of assaults. It does not correond with mine. ey do involve the same incidents, though, but from a different pereive. I must also congratulate you on a most impressive Occlumency defence. I have not approached it myself, and Severus refuses to even discuss it, but as I guess you knew, Filius tried you and was most impressed. As I just caught myself preparing to read you, I was reminded. Now, Mr Potter, I believe you have double Transfiguration this morning, and I mustn’t keep you. Please visit me if there’s anything you wish to share.” ey parted, and as Harry ran along the halls to make it to class, he couldn’t help wondering what the Hell was going on. *
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design, hairdressing, make-up, and the whole girlie works, but didn’t really have the confidence regarding anything except her own beauty. at was pretty much all he needed to know, and for much of the time he looked focused in class, he was aually talking to his Bondmates. He also carried muttered conversations with Neville regarding an offer to the Ministry. As just about everybody knew, Azkaban wasn’t safe, as it was built around using Dementors for everything. Otherton, on the other hand, would have a large number of Huldr and similar ecies to cater for. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to keep a prison/Huldr restaurant on the premises. Neville was sure he could get it through, but Harry was less certain. Seamus, who had noticed how easily Harry talked to the girls in class, and how he could even slide in behind them and corre their stances and wand-movements, began teasing him about it, and almost got himself hexed by all the present girls. “Oh, come on now, Harry. How do you do it? How can you get close to all the birds like that?” “at is quite enough, Mr Finnegan. e secret is simple. Mr Potter has style, and he showers regularly. He also has the ability to transfigure a pebble into a beautiful rose, so I do suggest you work on your skills. A rose that smells like an old sock will bring no birds, Mr Finnegan.” He stared in shock at the stri Prof essor. For the first time, he noticed the littl e changes that had happened since school started. She smiled more, sometimes wore some unobtrusive traces of make-up, and didn’t wear her hair in the prim bun any more. He stared at her, then at Harry, and with growing horror, at the professor again. Professor McGonagall chose this moment to blow a kiss to Harry, who returned it extravagantly, and managed to keep his face straight for several seconds before cracking up. e class, including Seamus, had a good laugh at the successful prank by their Head of House. As they le class and were heading down the stairs, Harry felt like someone kicked him hard in the back, and as he was thrown through the air and down the stairs, his brain registered the cracking sound of an automatic weapon. *
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Again, someone had come for him, and this time, they were two, and they carried a sack between them. One of them went straight for him, her squirrel-like tail swinging as she removed her clothes and had her magic catch his undivided attention. He felt the chain extend itself as she led him to the bed, where she promptly mounted him, driving him to one half-orgasm aer another, until she finally let him have a real one, filling her greedy mouth with semen. She didn’t eak to him at all, she just nodded at the wall, and the chain dragge d him back to his blanket by the wall. He looked around for what the sack might have conta ined. Next to him, bruised and scraped, was the thoroughly defeated Cornelius Fudge. Today’s ecial at the Otherton menu: Life force of Auror or Life force of Politician. Somehow, Dawlish didn’t think that this was very good news. *
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e K-Pist, Carl Gustav M45.B might just be the simplest and sturdiest sub-machine gun in the world. A metal weight and a ring, set in a pipe. No complicated clockwork things, no complex mechanics involved at all. ere are no eleron ics whatsoever, and it has impressive fire power for its compa size. e perfe weapon in a magical environment, as long as you mind the rate of fire, which empties a clip in 4 seconds. Ted Nott hadn’t minded that. He had also been so startled by the flare that he hadn’t kept the gun down, so 33 of the 36 bullets had ended up hittin g stonework. ree had hit Harry Potter in the back. Ted Nott didn’t have much time to worry about that, as every hair on his body was yanked out and his eyes were covered in paint. As a large number of hexes, including at least six stunners, hit him, the thought that remained in his brain was stupid. “At least Potter didn’t kill me.” Lavender was the first one to rea to the attack. As she didn’t know the Cruciatus, she hit the attacker with the most painful ell she did know, the depilation charm. She followed it with a ell of her own devising, the Instant Makeup-charm, but she pushed as much magic as she could into it, instead of the usual gentle touch. e result looked like a panda with a hangover; his eyes quite firmly walled up with waterproof eye-shadow. Parvati and Hermione were running down the stairs, and Neville was talking to his sleeve. Aer a minute, Harry was on is way to the Hoital wing, the Professor carelessly levitating Nott that way too, and Neville put his hand on Lavender’s shoulder. e girl was still frozen in place, wand out. “Lavender? You did good. Harry will be fine in a couple of days, and I’ve told all involved about what you did. You can expe a very serious reward. Do you want me to conta your brother?” She lowered her wand and turned to him, but there didn’t seem to be anyone behind her eyes. Neville began to lead her gently down the stairs, as Susan Bones came running up the stairs to get to them. Neville kept talking. “Lav, I think you’re in shock. You need to rest, I think, and to feel safe. ere’s a room waiting for you at Kilchurn if you want it.”
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“He was nice to me. He didn’t ask anything from me. When I gave him something, he thanked me. He was going to give me something in return. Now, he’s gone.” “He’s tough, Miss Brown,” Susan said. “He can take just about anything, and the best healers in the world are coming here. Come on; let’s get you to Kilchurn, and you can tell me what you want Harry to give you when he wakes up.” Lavender Brown descended the stairs, giving a detailed description of Cunnilingus, something the poor girl apparently didn’t know much about, as Susan and Neville led her towards a new life. Outside, things were more dramatic. A dense fog had appeared over the lake, and out of it came soldiers, chainmail blazing in the sun. A deep thumping sound was heard as battle hammers marked the marching rhythm against the ground and iridescent Lindorm cloaks shimmered as four columns of Einharjers marched forth and separated for two shorter columns of Legionaries in shiny black leather. ey were followed by ten Huldr, two wearing white gowns, the rest in white vests and mini-s kirts. e Huldr in gowns barked orders, and the Einharjers immediately set up camp with military precision, a well-honed routine. In mere minutes, tents were raised in a city-like pattern and wards were ereed. A guard of Einharjers and Legionaries escorted the Huldr towards the main gates of the castle. ey were about half way there when the Legionaries still in camp got together and pointed their wands towards the sky. “MIDNATTSSOL!” It looked a little goofy under the bright midday sun, but it was a sun nonetheless, a reddish sun disc with a patch of green on top and a snake-like patten circling it, superimposed with the Potter crest, the motto in Norse runes. e midnight sun had risen over Hogwarts.
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He remember them him all. Every every consideration, every judgement wascould coming back to haunt these decision, days. He just couldn’t remember whysnap he had thought them intelligent at the time. He could remember his decision to place Harry with the Dursley family. He couldn’t remember why it had been a good idea to never check up on his progress with them. He could remember everything but the very thing he was trying to understand. He couldn’t remember why. ings were happening around him at an outrageous pace, and he had a very hard time coming to terms with it. Somehow, Harry had become a real power in the Wizarding world, and power also emanated from him. e Longbottom boy had truly blossomed, in the way he loved to see his students blossom, but the Headmaster was honest enough with himself to understand that he hadn’t had anything to do with the boy’s growth. Harry had. Apparently, there had been a serious bullying situation in Ravenclaw, something young Miss Lovegood had reified. Had he given her the confidence? Harry had. e whole house of Slytherin was in awe of Harry, several of the girls had given themselves in servitude to him, and he had apparently accepted. Slytherin might still be cause for continuing concerns, but the Dark shadow had been lied. He hadn’t made that happen. Harry had. He looked out over the newly ereed military encampment outside the castle gates and chuckled to himself. It must have been a sight. e Supreme Mugwump coming out to greet the new arrivals. e new arrivals simply divided their ranks and walked right past him on either side. He had never felt so insignificant in his entire adult life as he did when the beautiful ladies with their escort marched past him, heading straight for the hoital wing. One of the men in black had stopped briefly. “I apologise, Headmaster, but time is of the essence,” he had said with a heavy German accent. “I do understand. You are welcome here,” he had answered. What else could he say? e real marker of his failures had come later, however. As he returned to his office, he had met Mr Longbottom and Miss Bones, escorting a distraught Miss Brown toward 371
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the dungeons. At his question, Neville had said, “She needs peace and a sense of security, so we’re taking her somewhere else for a while.” “Hogwarts is the safest place....” He didn’t get any further, before they had pushed past him. “Why don’t you go back to your office and have a lemon drop?” Mr Longbottom’s voice had been friendly and slightly condescending. A kind offer of a peaceful time, from a young politician to an old has-been who didn’t matter any more. A kindness that hurt worse than any curse. When he had tried to locate them half an hour later, they had been nowhere to be found, but they hadn’t passed through the wards. Perhaps he could show them that he wasn’t completely gone yet if he could figure out how they did it. Maybe he could even regain some trust if he showed himself worthy of it by allowing them this secret passageway, whatever it was. e castle was full of them, aer all. Yes, that was it. It was a challenge he would truly enjoy. One thing he didn’t enjoy was the proe of dealing with Mr Nott. He didn’t have much of his a chance survival,onconsidering camped Headmaster saw it as duty toofimprove those odds.the Hearmy had been ableoutside, to get thebut fullthe circumstances from the boy’s mind, and they were troublesome. e weapon had been hidden in a school bed for three years! e automatic Muggle weapon, loaded with silver bullets, had been smuggled inside the castle by Draco Malfoy and had been hidden under his bed, attached to the underside with Muggle du tape, until Mr Nott, in a fit of deeration, brought it out and made his poorly thought out pre-emptive strike. *
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Lavender was reeling in her chair. Of all possible reaions, that was the most unexpeed. e woman chuckled at what must be a very amusing gob-smacked look. “You see, Miss Brown, this isn’t a very typical family. I’m Sigyn, by the way. Harry had a vacancy in the Mother position, and I’m on trial, I guess. Gabi here is Harry’s only wife, but my adopted daughter, my sort-of adopted daughter, and a close friend of ours are waiting in the wings. ere’s a lot of Harry, and more than enough to go around. All the four girls have a Magical Bond with him, and my daughters are with him right now, and they have the best healers in the world with them. He’ll be fine — in time, anyway.” “Why am I here?” she asked with an embarrassing wobble in her voice. Gabrielle answered, “Because Harry cares for you. Because of your quick aions that prevented a good shot. Because you need to relax a bit, and school isn’t the right place for that at the moment. We’re securing the place right now, and the troops are reading through the school. I guess it’s a bit tense there at the moment. Because I could use a haircut. Take your pick.” “You don’t. Need a haircut, I mean. Your hair is perfe, and I’m masterful at otting lit ends.” “True. Harry has a thing for long hair, and as a Veela, I will always be perfe for him. Come on; let’s find you a room and we can share our awe for the most amazing member of the known world.” “You do look a bit awe-struck. When are you due?” “No idea. With a mix of ecies like this, there’s no telling how long it’s supposed to be. Next month, next year, there’s no way to tell, really.” “ere have been Ve ela-Human mixes before, right? What’s so ecial about this one?” “Harry isn’t fully human, and as we don’t know exaly what he is, it all becomes unprediable.” “I could tell he tasted differently. Sweeter, sort of.” “I wouldn’t know. He’s my first, and most likely last. I’ll have to ask the Huldr girls about that. ey’d know.” Sigyn smiled as the girls le together. Lavender had made a good impression on her, and Gabrielle could use a few orgasms right about now. ey’d be fine, and she had been reassured that so would Harry. *
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He was aware of everything as they levitated him to the Hoital wing, and to Harry, that was not a good thing. Being petrified meant that he couldn’t even pass out, so when he finally was placed in one of those hated hoital beds and the hex was lied, he was so exhausted from the pain that he promptly lost conciousness. Parvati and Hermione were working as quickly as they could. Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen, but the girls knew the basics. ey had gotten his clothes off with a switching ell so that they weren’t destroyed, and had started to clean up the three bullet holes in his muscular back so that they could see what they were doing. A house elf alerted them that Madam Pomfrey was running back from the greenhouse and would arrive in five minutes. e girls didn’t say a word as they cleaned the wounds and continued ineing him so that they could give a full report to the nurse when she got there. ey didn’t even turn around when the motionless body of eodore Nott was dragged in, blood seeping out of his skin in thousands of places, and thick cakes of paint cove ring his eyes. at was when Hermione noticed that she was soaking through her knickers. A look at Parvati confirmed that she was feeling it too, and Hermione had barely begun formulating an initial theory as to the cause when the door swung open. Hermione’s knees buckled, and if Parvati hadn’t leaning onof theAllure. bed, she would havewore fallen as theand Huldr entered, accompanied by been a massive flood Two of them gowns golden girdles, and they grabbed Hermione and Parvati, pulling them aside as the other Huldr, dressed in the kind of Nurses outfit that can only be found in stores with age-limits, surrounded the young man on the bed. eir skirts were so short that they barely lied to make room for the foxtails that could be seen under most of them. ey swily pulled the bullets out with their extended, sharp claws, and their faintly glowing hands closed the wounds in minutes. e resident Healer came in, but she didn’t say anything, just observed the Huldr Healing power at work as the beautiful girls began working on the broken bones, starting with getting the ribs back in order. “Hi. I’m Disa, this is Jorunn, and you are Hermione and Parvati. anks for what you’ve done for him, but we’ll take over now. Kilchurn owes you both. What happened?” Parvati looked at Hermione, who started. “As we le class, a student opened fire with some kind of automatic weapon. Harry was thrown down a flight of stairs. We petrified him and brought him here. I think the student who caused it is in a bed further down.” Hermione paled as the pretty blonde’s eyes started glowing pink, and her nose shrank to a dark button. e dark haired one put her hand on the blonde’s arm. “What would Harry say if you killed the brat before he had a chance to judge?” e button-nose grew to a more conventional button-nose as the girl straightened up. “Nothing nice. Wait. Did you feel that?” “He’s not in pain anymore. Good. He might be able to take it when he’s unconscious, but it was beginning to bother me.” Hermione couldn’t take it any more. She was working very hard to keep away from her inquisitive outbursts, but sometimes it was just too hard.
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“So, you are the two Huldr he bonded with, I take it? What’s happening, how did you get here so quickly, how did you know, and where are the two other girls?” e Huldr looked at each other and laughed. Jorunn answered with her so lilting voice. “We are, we’re proteing our Master, through magic, twice, and at home. We didn’t know what to expe here, only that Harry had been attacked. We roused a rescue operation, established a beachhead by the lake, and we’re not leaving until the place has been pacified. Gabrielle is still at home. We knew that it wasn’t deadly if we got here quickly enough, and ... Elaine handles the tranort. If she guides us, we can walk down into one lake and up in another. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a loved one to care for and worry about. You both have rooms at Kilchurn. Come and visit us sometime. Our man really liked doing you both, and maybe we could gang up on him.” With that, the two non-human girls turned around and walked over to the throng of Huldr around the bed, leaving the two humans with flaming faces, sneaking glimpses of each other. e Allure in the room had subsided somewhat, as the Huldr were diverting all their power into healing. eir hands roamed all over him, glowing soly as they caressed the bruises away and mended the bones, but from their looks at each other, and the few words Hermione knew of the Norse language, Harry was in fairly bad shape. Nothing fatal, but he would be tied to bed for quite some time, and unable to perform with any girl for weeks. Suddenly the doors to the infirmary crashed open, and a wild-eyed Luna appeared. Her chest, primarily her football sized breasts, were glowing with an eerie blue light. “Like hell you will, Harry James Potter! You’re not allowed to die without fucking me at least twice!” e small girl with the enhanced boobs threw herself on the bed, and the room was bathed in eleric blue light. Wide beams of light trave lled from the two on the bed, grounding itself in the Huldr, who fell with ecstatic grins on their faces, except Disa and Jorunn, who managed to push the two humans out of the way, before getting hit by the arclights and when they fell, they did so howling in pleasure. e humming from the bolts, the panting and screaming of the Huldr, and the strange grinding and popping sounds that emanated from the bed were deafening, the blue light blin ding, until everything stopped. Hermione took her hands from her eyes, and for a second, she thought that she saw a woman stand by the bed. Tall, blonde, and very naked except for a girdle and a necklace in gold. As she blinked, the woman was gone, and Hermione, Anglican-raised and atheist almost by profession, tried very hard to make herself believe that she had imagined it. She didn’t do very well, though. Her attempt was ruined when Luna sat up and smiled at Harry, who sat up too, and smiled back. “I never had a brother before. Is that what you are?” “Not really,” Harry answered. “We’re just unique together. She’ll visit you again, I guess. If you’re like me, you need training. It’s weird. You’ll like it.” “Good. She was pretty, and if you were my brother, it would be somewhat wrong for me to want your penis so much. You will shag me silly sometime, won’t you?” “I would love to shag you silly, but I believe I’ll be too busy to give you my full attention right now. We need to talk about how this is possible sometime, but I need some clothes,
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as do you. Your Passionfire has ruined your blouse. You need to be careful with that. It’s addiive.” “I know. My pets, Chew and Marionetta, do anything I say for the privilege of eating me out. I ark when I come, apparently.” “Good for you. You know, Cho’s awfully pretty so long as she shuts up and smiles. Can I borrow her some time?” “Of course, but not until you’ve shagged me, and only if you promise to take her anally. She may be pretty, but I don’t really like her.” He laughed and kissed the Goddess on her forehead. Somehow, he understood exaly what she meant, and now he understood why he had almost conneed to her during the bike run. He swung his legs down from the bed, and ent a minute caressing the Huldr with soly glowing hands until he was satisfied that they’d be fine. en he kissed his Consorts deeply, and placed gentle kisses on the lips of the human girls as well. As he was stark naked and, thanks to the Allure still flooding the room, at full mast, he almost drove Hermione out of her mind, but before she could have her wicked way with him in front of all the people present, he turned to the door and held out his hands. ere was a flash, and he was dressed again, this time in his battle robes, his hammer hung by his side. “I’m too short for this shit. I think it’s time to leave this place. Who shot me?” Hermione swallowed. Power was rolling off of him, the Allure was still noticeable, and she still felt the heat where his cock had been pressed against her. One thing that she knew, though. If Harry le school, the chances of him fucking her regularly would plummet, and that just mustn’t happen. She would ... She would have to follow him, and drop out of school too. If she stayed in school, she would get ace grades, but still hav e problems getting a job because of her parentage. If she went with Harry, she would learn things that no-one had known before her, she would be in the centre of things, able to give advice and she would certainly be set for life. e thought of daily access to all that masculine had to do at with had it, whatever her soaked quim to say. learning inmeat school wasnothing important. always been a constant intried her life, andStill, her libido wasn’t quite strong enough to overrule it. “Please stay, Harry. Nott will get what he deserves. Lavender hit him pretty hard, and I have a feeling that your Slytherin servant wants a piece of him first. You’re the Lord. You have people for this kind of thing.” He turned and smiled at her, making her pulse race even further. “You’re probably right. Well, thanks to the Goddess Luna here, I’m all right again, and very interested in vengeance, but I guess Tracey and Daphne deserve a shot. Where’s Lavender?” Before she had a chance to answer, his eyes grew distant and his knees buckled a bit. Jorunn and Disa moved quickly to support him, even though they could barely stand themselves. “Well, now I know where Lav is and that I shouldn’t link to my wife when she orgasms. A day during which you learn something isn’t a complete waste. So, where’s Nott?” *
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Ted Nott woke up in pain. Well, more of a dull ache, but Purebloods weren’t supposed to experience any kind of discomfort. He was in the Hoital wing, that he knew, and he recognised the curtains around his bed. It was sort of dark in there, but there seemed to be holes in the curtain at the foot of the bed. He quickly realised that he was wrong, as the four dots of light moved a little in pairs. ey were eyes. Shining predatorial eyes. He was about to die. Worse, he was about to be eaten alive. He was trying to get his voice to work when someone right by his side whiered to him. “No, little boy. Not today. You will live, until I find it funny to kill you. You touched my girls, and I will give you hell for that. I need to make an example of you. An example that will make people know in their bones that no-one touches the Ladies of Kilchurn. is means that Tracey and Daphne have free reign over you. ey are not to kill you, but as long as they might find you useful, you might not be killed just for my amusement. I trust you to understand that if you do anything to them that they obje to, I will kill you slowly over several weeks. Now, get better. My ladies needs someone to clean their undies.” He le, and the beings with the glowing eyes le with him, and behind them, somehow, his life le as well. Ted Nott understood that he was beyond defeated. He couldn’t even run any more, because at this time, Potter was probably the only one in the castle who didn’t want to kill him immediately. Potter wasn’t quite that nice. On the other hand, Potter wasn’t the only power around. e Headmaster could reign him in. He had before, and the Headmaster always believed in sob stories. at was it. He would become the Headmaster’s next redemption proje. Satisfied with his plan, Nott settled into the pillows again. He might as well rest while he had the chance. *
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e room was dark, and the people around the table couldn’t see each other’s faces. e air was heavy with the wizarding world’s favourite tobacco, Lakatia, with it’s unfortunate scent of wet, well-worn wool socks. It was considered classy. Each of the people around the table had their own glass in front of them, and drank only what they had brought themselves. e whole setup positively screamed ’coniracy’, but the wizards and witches present didn’t know that. ey were executing their sacred duty. “Every day, he brings in more of these beasts.” “I know. Doesn’t he know that they are legally slaves, at best?” “It doesn’t matter whether he knows it or not. He just ignores the law. People like him always do.” “You may be right. He’s building a city for these sub-humans somewhere, when the Duke’s Charter clearly states that there is only to be one completely magical town in the kingdom.” “Is he really the heir of Merlin?” “Dunno, don’t care. He’s powerful, no doubt, but he was seriously injured yesterday. e beasts marched to the school and healed him. Some say there was a goddess involved, but school rumours can invent the strangest things. e point is, he’s not invulnerable. Neither are his pets.”
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“Are we ready for such a step? I agree that he’s gone too far, but wouldn’t we go even further if we aually make an attack?” “Cowards. He’s making a mockery of us. We are the British Empire. I can tell what they’re thinking you know, the foreigners. Now, as a renegade little teenager is mocking our laws, our traditions and our history, people from the lesser counties have the gall to congratulate me on my countries ’progress’. It’s just unbearable!” “Easy there, brother. At this time, it’s a case of ’might makes right’. He’s stronger than us, and he’s got the biggest standing army in the lands. Wait a second. He’s got the biggest standing magical army in the country. Is that legal?” “Who cares? He’s the one with the army, the hordes of soul-sucking fiends, and public opinion. at’s a hard combination to beat.” “He’s got our wives and mothers, too. at’s scarier.” “What about the Dark Lord, then? Aren’t they supposed to have a little get-together at some point?” “How do you mean? Would You-Know-Who be a greater threat or a possible ally?” e silence was deafening. “I’m not sure. e Death Eaters have taken a pounding lately. He’s formidable in himself, of course, and we can muster some able-bodied men to do the skirmishing. e idea of an alliance is certainly possible.” Silence fell again. “How many people did he have? Does anyone know?” One of the figures leaned forward, and oke with a calm, cultured, and sibilant voice. “I never had more than forty-two I could count on, and some riff-raff for skirmishing, but I ruled this country with them. Perhaps I got a little set in my ways as I grew older, and I didn’t adapt to the brat’s strategy in time. I have less than a dozen now . Let me put a suggestion on the table, just for the discussion. We join forces to defeat the brat at Kilchurn, and when we reform the Wizengamot, I get a third of the votes myself. I also want dominion over Hogwarts. You gentlemen lit the remaining votes, and we’ll have our beloved country back on it’s feet in no time at all.” No movement was seen in the room for more than a hundred heartbeats. en, the nodding began. *
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“Accio eodore!” e summoning charm is a powerful one, and, cast by a powerful wizard, it’s a lot stronger than any human hands . However, Huldr hands are quite strong, and as they are capable of aually ripping someone in two, Nott’s body gave way before the beautiful tailed girls even noticed the abrupt pull. Rita Skeeter had been there, of course, and the following day’s front page showed the piure of the four girls standing shocked with only severed limbs in their hands as the mutilated torso of eodore Nott flew towards the Headmaster. e accompanying article, “e Strong Arm of the Law”, focused entirely on the headmaster’s attempt at subverting the legal system through magical power alone and defended the deputized Huldr as temporary agents of the Law, carrying out their duty and making sure that they didn’t drop him. e debate during the following days in the Letters seion supported the Huldr in this instance, but a number of letters reminded people that the Huldr were loyal to Kilchurn, and that Kilchurn hadn’t stated loyalty to anyone. e consensus became slightly wary of these beautiful, but highly dangerous entities that probably could kill someone just by not watching where they went. e overwhelming positivity was gone, even if this tragedy could be placed solely at the feet of the headmaster. Dumbledore had retired to his office, and hadn’t been seen since. Aer less than a day, the forces of Kilchurn marched back into the mist over the lake and were gone, leaving only a feeling of security and, in Seamus’ and some other boy’s cases, sore groins. Seamus had made one of his normal, unthinking lewd comments in the presence of an English-eaking Huldr, and had found himself backed up against the wall, with three hot babes in nurse’s outfits gliding purposely towards him with swaying hips and fiery eyes. He had stumbled into the Gryffindor common room hours later, mumbling to himself. “Harry ... hundreds ... over and over and over ... he’s a GOD! I must have ... over and over ... hundreds of them, it’s unbelievable.” He overdid it slightly, but the fa remained that he didn’t make a single lewd comment for three whole days, and when he looked down the girl’s dresses, it was clear that he was on autopilot, and that his heart wasn’t in it. From that point on, Seamus bowed to Harry whenever they met. Once Harry heard the story, he nodded graciously, even royally, at the little Irish boy who had had his dreams fulfilled. *
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and the inn were staffed by Huldr, and Sigyn had a growing suicion that “coffee, tea or me?” might aually be on the menu, but chose to ignore it. An old block of flats had been converted to a hoital, and about twenty Huldr were very busy studying medicine as a complement to their healing power and natural knowledge in herbology. ey had great memories, the Huldr. ey were not so good at improvising from what they had learned, though. ey had already had some questions about setting up an Auror station, and as the word read, more and more ecies made some kind of conta, wanting in on this development of a magical community rather than a wizarding one. e biggest surprise had been the Acromantulas. Ribbon, the emissary of Aragog, had a body the size of a pony, not counting the legs, but she also had a mild and sweet demeanour, and a surprising sense of humour. When she had approached the ’city council’ — the srcinal Seidheim group plus Neville, Susan and their pet — the sun had been setting, and she had just appeared ten meters away. Aer an eight-legged curtsie, she had asked about Harry. “Father wishes to know. Did he slay the Enemy to take its place? Does he remember that we too eak and think? Will we be forced to remain monsters or will we be cousins among cousins here?” Sigyn had yet to thaw her blood, but Neville jumped straight in. “Daughter of the great Aragog , I have heard him eak of your people. ere has been fear, of course, but mostly ree, and reverence for the great Aragog. Any sentient ecies who agrees to the cardinal rule is welcome here if they so desire. e rule is simple. Harm no one and ree your neighbours. As long as you pose no threat to the citizens, you are welcome here.” at had been the beginning of a very interesting friendship. As no human could pronounce her name, she had translated it to Flat Rope, as her web came out like a tape instead of the normal round ropes, but they had renamed her Ribbon. She had been instrumental in bringing about the treatises with the Centaurs and the Forest elves. She had also taken it upon herself to deal with all the more or less frivolous complaints that were delivered daily. e concept of explaining why the colour of whateve r should be whatever for whatever reason, to a ider the size of a horse limited the queue to less than a tenth. People with valid claims stayed, of course, but the time-wasters didn’t come anymore. As Ribbon herself put it, she had a natural advantage when it came to putting her foot down. Just to make a point, she had started to wear a pink bow on her head, which gave the refleion of her eight eyes a pinkish cast that was both disturbing, in a cute way, and disturbingly cute. She had taken up human eech patterns very quickly, and it was clear that Acromantula intelligence had been highly underestimated. One day, Sigyn had caught Neville sitting with his ComC books, laughing about the descriptions in them. e books were so incredibly inaccurate that there was nothing le to rewrite, really. ey would have to bring that Hermione girl in on this. e boys were convinced that she would great job, and Minnie hadWell, admitted girlquickly. just might be the smartest persondo inaschool, teachers included. ’twerethat bestthis done *
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“Hi Harry, Ginny, Hermione.” “Hi Neville. How are things?” “Just great, Harry, just great. Who would have thou ght that it would feel normal having Pansy scrub my back in the shower?” “You’re asking the wrong guy, Nev. I’m the one with the shagging schedule. What’s happening at Otherton?” “Funny you should ask. Ladies, do you have any firm plans for the upcoming weekend?” Hermione and Ginny looked at each other. “Nothing we can’t change. Why?” “ere’s a book that needs writing. e Guide To e Sentients, by H. Granger. Did you know that if you yank a centaur filly’s tail straight down, she becomes infertile for two hours? Did you know that Acromantula bristles are self cleaning? And that Selkies can sing in harmony with themselves?” Neville smiled as the clever girl reached for parchment and a quill without even thinking about it, and took notes across her Aritmancy homework without even noticing. He continued with a slightly sardonic smile. “Given the Lord’s,” he nodded at Harry, “permission, I would like to invite the two of you to Kilchurn Castle. Hermione, I would like you to meet some of the representatives of some other ecies personally first, before exposing you to their cultures.” “So Hermione has a job, but what about me?” Ginny asked with a mock pout. “Oh, I thought you would like to get together with two Huldr, a Veela, a Lake Warden, a metamorphmagus and possibly a human and shag Harry’s brains out. I wouldn’t be doing my duty if I weren’t considering my Lord’s well-being, would I? It’s been a week since you were shot, Harry. How many times have you had sex since then?” “Eh, three times, I guess. No, five. e Patils, Disa, Tracey and Daphne. Just quickies, really.” Harry didn’t really see what it was that brought the others into gales of laughter. “Harry, for you, Mister seven times a day, that’s praically celibacy. Lavender wants to tag along, and I really think you should get her a necklace too. She’s considering dropping out of school to open a business at Otherton. Have you met Ribbon? Or Lilac, the Centaur? ey’re awfully tight these days, and I think they’re about to go into business together. I guess I should warn you, though. Lilac wants a piece of you as well” “A centaur? I know I’m a bit on the largish side, but there’s no way I could satisfy her.” e silence dropped like a stone. A large, quiet stone. Aer the appropriate time, Neville broke the silence. “Ladies and gentlemen. Please note that the only thing he thought of was how to please her. e differences between the ecies was just an obstacle. ere were no moral issues, no other concerns but the personal performance. Harry, she has the bottom of a horse. Doesn’t that bother you?”
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“Erm, why? Her name is Lilac. She’s sentient. If she can choose to want a piece of me, why shouldn’t I be able to choose to give it to her? She will be warm and so, she will feel pleasure, and so will I. She has a human torso. We can kiss, even if I have to take a stroll to get busy again. Besides, we’re talking about the technical side. I may not like her. She may not like me. at’s more important than the immediate body shape.” Hermione agreed. “Sex is largely mental, as long as the bits fit, and usually more so when they don’t. Sentience. at’s the moral deciding faor, right?” “I guess. Well, there has to be something there that clicks, too. I can’t imagine having sex with a giant ider no matter how clever they are. Hell, I don’t even know if they do have sex, but from what I’ve heard, things usually end badly for the males. I sometimes lose my head when I’m with a girl, but I’d like for that to stay allegorical, thank you very much.” “Very funny, Mister, and yes, Neville. I’d love a chance to see if I can make him beg for mercy, and I’d need help for that.” Harry grinned at her. “No, you wouldn’t. You’ve always been able to keep going, but I run away. Great idea, Nev. I want to see my wife, and check if Jorunn is pregnant yet.” “Harry, that’s one of the things you’re welcome to keep track of yourself. “I am, thank you. Your fiancés fantastic shagging schedule has done wonders for my social life, and even gives me time to be gone for hours, if I choose to.” “at’s good. You need to relax more, and your hotter aivity, temperature-wise, does that for you. Speaking of gone though, have you heard anything about Fudge? He went missing as soon as the vote went through, and he didn’t even take his embezzling with him.” “Not a peep. He didn’t have any shortage of enemies, I guess?” “Most of the higher levels of European society, as a matter of fa.” “I feel no need to waste resources on a blob-hunt. He’s disarmed, harmless. Anything on the Death Eaters?” “Not a peep, as you said. Well, I’d better go find Susan before she gets bored and starts a family with Pansy. See you later.” *
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thinking, Ginny had joined him, kneeling on the rug next to him, and as an elf fetched him a tankard of something or other, he had absently started to stroke her head, and Ginny had almost purred. No-one seemed to find this even the slightest bit odd, which was very odd indeed. Aer lounging for a little while, watching people of many different ecies come and talk to him in many different languages that he seemed to be fluent in, they had gone up another flight of stairs, and Harry had entertained them with some trivia on Wizarding Heraldry, finally asking Hermione to try and read a crest, hanging on one of the doors. It was divided diagonally by a stylized ermine, and the fields showed a lit candle and a book. She saw it immediately. It was hers. She had a crest and a room at Kilchurn Castle. e buck-toothed bookworm had a room, and a crest at the most revered castle in Magical Britain. e implications, political and personal, chased each other around her mind until she aually fainted. It was a proper fainting, too. She couldn’t move, but was still vaguely aware of her surroundings, eecially as Harry caught her in his arms, and carried her into the room, putting her down on a so and very big bed. She heard Ginny ask him. “Why did you put that crest there? She doesn’t have one, does she?” “She does now. Dobby had it registered. She’s the first of a line that will be a very important andremoved the Granger crestgenerations is inheritedonce, on the side as well. e Weasley family had one, its crest for five butDistaff that was seven generations ago, and I never could figure out why. I had it re-instated. at’s it over there.” ey le the room , her room. She swam back to full consc iousness and looked around. ere were a couple of big wardrobes along one wall, and book shelves with large glass doors along the other. A desk with several book supports stood by the large window, overlooking the moor outside. She valiantly fought the attraion of the bookshelves and looked in the wardrobes. ey were fully stocked, of course. On a hook on the door were a simple white gown, and next to it were a silver girdle adorned with the Potter and Granger crests. She had a crest! ≺Libri quod dolosus≻6 , that would be the motto. She returned her attention to the gown. It was charmed in some way, and she had felt the charm before. She looked at the inside of the dress, and understood that Harry James Potter was a very naughty boy who knew her too well. It was one-way tranarent. When she wore it, she would be dilaying herself to the world. It just wouldn’t see her. It was brilliant. She was just about to change when there was a so knock on the door. At her reonse, it opened and the First Lady of Kilchurn stepped in. “Hello, I’m Gabrielle. I don’t think we’ve formally met. Welcome to Kilchurn Castle, Lady Granger.” “ank you, but Hermione will do. I’m not a Lady. is is a beautiful place. It’s yours, I take it?” “Yes, it is. My husband performed a ceremony to bind the castle to him as soon as we got here. We didn’t know it at the time, though. It just felt right. Now, it remodels itself pretty much at his will. Oh, and you are a Lady of Kilchurn. It’s not a Royal ordnance, but Sorcerers have the right to elevate women into Ladies, and I understand you have already filled the requisitions.” Hermione had no problem deciphering that and blushed profusely. She had fucked another woman’s husband. ere were words for women like her. 6 Books and Cleverness
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“Oh, don’t look like that. I want to screw his brains out every minute of every day so I can’t blame you, and you are so delicious that I can’t blame him either. ere’s enough of him to go around, and I’ve never felt negleed. I’m not human, Hermione. Human morals are not for me, and I will praically order my husband to make another woman pregnant tonight.” “Jorunn? He mentioned that she could be expeing already.” “He caught her at a slightly bad day. She ovulated two days later, and there are limits to even his fertility. He’ll just have to shag her again, and with a bit of luck, he’ll do us both as well. You know, he has never been shagged to the ground? We’ve always been forced to give up, but this time he might just reach his limits. Do you want to join? I’ve been dying to taste you for quite some time.” With that, the petite Veela transformed to Guinevere and back. “You know, when you girls played, and I was separated from my husband, it was very hard not to transform and join in on the fun.” “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that sounds like more fun than studying. I can read once I’m sore, and I don’t intend forhusband.” a long while. Just let me see where I put the truck stop potion and we can to go get findsore your “Truck stop?” “Have you seen the size of your husband’s penis?” To the chiming laughter of the gorgeous little girl, they set out to find them a nice truck.
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“It was so kind of you to come! ey would never unde rstand what a relief it was. e stars were nothing but pretty lights. Signs were nothing but markers of addresses in the new town of Otherton. For a Centaurette devoid of any talent in divination, city life suited her down to her new rubber soles. Magorian, her sire, had sent her as an informal ear into this new sub-culture of the Magical world. She was determined to stay, though. ey may be pedestrically impaired, but they were nice, and one day, she might even tell Lavender what her grooming really felt like. It had started with an argument about human treatment of horses, of which the Centaurs knew little but assumed a great deal, and Lavender had stood her ground about caring for them, going so far as to muster all her magical strength to conjure the grooming tools demonstrate it was about.day. Lilac had just melted into it. It would be worth beingand a beast of burdenwhat to get thatallevery e work they talked about, however, was not the carrying kind. She may not be much of a stargazer, but she did have impeccable taste, and the innate ability to see and match patterns and shapes in the heavens had, to her surprise, transferred itself to an insight into cosmetics. She could easily see which colour, and how much of it, should be used to emphasize someone’s features. To see how lines should flow to make someone look thinner, to bring out the best features and hide the worst, was another instinive thing, and when this was coupled with the talents of her most improbable friend, Ribbon the Acromantula, they could easily design clothes as well. e immense, three-dimensional geometric sense of the giant ider had no problem visualising all the parts needed for an outfit, and as Lilac explained how the lines should go, ribbon would modify the patterns. Over the past week they had been working a couple of hours a day to improve their ability to communicate these ideas, and whenever she had had the time, Sigyn had been there, teaching the two representatives of unclothed races just how cloth behaves and what the material would let you get away with. Aer three days of learning about wool, silk, and something the Seidheimers were 385
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very fond of, Rayon, Ribbon asked a couple of House Elves to make her a couple of frames in sanded and waxed wood. Aer some experimentation, she managed to produce lovely swathes of shining Acromantula silk on the frames. e ribbons, from which her name was derived, were nearly three inches wide, and she could produce four at a time, covering the five-by-five meter frame in just a couple of minutes. Once she learned how to make a weave that glued the ribbons together but dried in the air, making it safe to touch, she had begun inning meter aer meter of the finest, brilliant white silk. Soon, Lilac was designing dresses, Ribbon produced and cut the pieces models work, and Lavender put them together, producing the world’s first piece of Acromantula clothing, a feather-light gown for the Lady of Kilchurn. It drew much attention, and the market seem ed to be ready for the new beauty enterprise, Boutique Bouquette. No one aually knew where the sign had come from, but the name of the shop, and the sign, showing lilac blossoms and blooming lavender held together with a stylized ider web, felt sort of inevitable. e future looked bright. *
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though. She made a discontent little sound before she was bodily hurled on top of the bed, where she was swily pulled to the edge with her knees read wide by a widely grinning Harry. He bent down and gave her a long, slow lick, from the bottom of her entrance to her super sensitive clit. She moaned loudly as he stood up again, resting his huge, hot member against her little slit. As she looked down, it scared her. ere was just no way that thing could enter her little body without tearing her apart. Her eyes widened when it seemed to grow. As it extended further over her body, she snapped out of it and pressed her breasts together, trapping it as she bent her head to suck it. Harry moaned at the sensation of her breasts and mouth before receding to his normal length again. He heard the door close behind him, and felt the presence of his highly amused wife. ere was another there as well, and his guess was corre when he heard Hermione’s voice. “ere. You see? at’s why I call it the Truck-stop potion. I think she’s going to need it.” “I don’t. I have something better.” With that, Gabrielle walked up to the bed and dropped her gown on the floor. ”Hello Ginny. You want him inside you, don’t you?” Harry could see the cloud of focused Allure his wife was projeing at the little redheaded girl as she moaned and nodded. “en, I think I’d better help you get wetter, so he can just slide in. Ginny, I’m a bit horny too. Would you mind licking me while I help him get into you?” As Ginny reached to pull the petite Veela towards her, Gabrielle straddled her face, and immediately smiled as Ginny’s tongue got busy. en, she leaned forward, stuck her long, prehensile tongue into Ginny’s wet pussy, and started to stroke Harry as well. She didn’t have to do that for long, as Hermione’s hand came around from behind Harry and took over. As Gabrielle gave her full attention to Ginny, Hermione stepped around to Harry’s front, still stroking him. “Harry, this is the most amazing cock I’ve ever seen, including porn stars. In just a little while, it will stretch Ginny’s little cunt, and when she can’t take it any more, I want it. I want you as deep inside me as it can go, all the way into my filthy little hole, and I’ll do my best to squeeze the life out of it. If you want tight, there’s always my arse to fuck, and then Gabrielle can take what’s le until we start all over again. Now, I think Ginny is wet enough. Push this log inside of her, and don’t be too gentle. She likes it rough, you know.” She knelt and pointed his cock to Ginny’s now sopping wet opening and Gabrielle bent her head back, giving his crown a lick. Ginny screamed in absolute ecstasy, as he pushed, inch by inch, into her incredibly tight, wet opening, and to his, and the girls’, immense surprise, his entire length fit inside her. Gabrielle continued to lick Ginny’s clit as Harry fucked her in long, slow stroke s. Hermione had moved up on the bed and was staring into the little Veela’s pussy, as Ginny was a bit too preoccupied to care for it, and aer a short to lick it. Aer thewith first great tentative taste, Hermione really moment’s got into it,consideration, and licked the started tight Veela cunt and arse enthusiasm while she vigorously fingered herself. She Accio’ed her potion bottle, not even noticing her own wandless ell, and started to rub the potion into her own pussy and arse. She would have him both ways, and soon, she thought as she pressed finger aer finger into her still tight, but very flexible cunt until she was fisting herself, thanks to her potions skills.
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Ginny was moaning and sobbing as the huge member pushed into her, alternating with Gabrielle’s throat. at meant that one second, there was no stimulation whatsoever, and the next, she had his cock inside her and Gabrielle’s tongue working her stretched clit. Ginny didn’t know if she came every time he entered her, or if it was just one continuous orgasm, with peaks. e sight of Hermione’s dreamy expression as she licked Gabrielle’s quim was exciting her even further until she felt something happen inside her. Something seemed to build when he moved in her, and soon, it exploded. She screamed, hoarsely, and bucked violently enough to aually send Gabrielle flying, with Hermione scampering aer her to continue licking. Ginny was lost, and what remained was a being suended in limbo, aware of nothing but the sensation of fulfilment generated by the member that reached through her centre, flooding her with pleasure, and she bound herself to it, to him, conneing to the source of bliss in a way she didn’t understand and didn’t need to. As she magically reached for it, a whole world opened to her, a world of power, love, devotion, and purpose, and she willingly submitted to it, graed it with both hands and allowed it to consume her. As she did, she felt the pressure inside her, inside her womb, of his semen rushing out of him, filling her utterly, and as it was the right do, she allowed herself to conceive. It was histhing. wish, so she would carry his child.thing eretowasn’t even a choice; it was the most obvious *
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”Oh, sorry. I’m Disa Krake, part-Huldr from Seidheim, and this is Jorunn Sörensdotter, same, and the one keeping your fire stoked is Stina, a Lake Warden, and the one who’s been posing as Elaine. She can morph, much more so than Harry, and you already ... ooh.” She didn’t get any further, as Ginny decided to start sucking hard on Disa’s prominent nipples, and cross her legs behind Stina’s head, pulling her in. She could feel the Lake Warden chuckle as something much longer and harder than a standard-issue tongue slid inside her, and she could feel something tickling her arse as well as it make its way inside. Jorunn started to lick Ginny’s nipples as Gabrielle leant forward as before, and again started teasing Ginny’s clit with her long tongue. She was in heaven, adri in a sea of skin, fur, sweat and pleasure. When she released Disa’s breasts to pay some attention to Gabrielle, she found her quim to be filled already, and the visual impression of the petite Veela slit stretched perfely circular by Harry’s enormous rod made Ginny come hard and wet. It didn’t slow her down, though. With an energy and strength she didn’t know she had, she used her legs to li the lake warden up on the bed. Tipping the whole human pile on top of the thoroughly sated Hermione, who squeaked indignantly, she pulled Stina up to her face. Unknowingly echoing Gabrielle, she introduced herself. ”Hi. I’m Ginny, and I love you. Now, just lie back. It’s your turn.” Using her ability to sense turn-ons and desires, she quickly drove her fist into the current brunette’s pussy, reaching deep and reading her fingers. Stina’s eyes became unfocused as the redhead bent down and bit her clit. Sucking hard on the little nub, it grew to almost a tiny penis which Ginny sucked and licked as one hand moved inside the older woman and the other reached for her breasts. As Ginny pinched Stina’s nipples, she came, and for the first time Ginny found herself caught in the backlash of a Bond-orgasm. When someone behind her reached inside Ginny and pressed her G-ot, Ginny came as well, which set the other three off. e mental constru known as Jormungandr didn’t have much self-awareness. It was a neural program of events and reonses, but it did have some appreciation of the outside world, to be able to understand the do’s and don’ts of humans. It also had a rudimentary sense of humour. When the bond was flooded with the serial, escalating orgasm, he blocked it, of course. His Master had much power, and it wouldn’t do for him to lose himself in such a fashion. Unfortunately, the pleasant assault didn’t let up, and he found his resources strained. e unexpeed Bonding just minutes prior had him somewhat drained, and for once, he didn’t feel it was in his Master’s best interest to prote him. With the mental shrug that was the only one available to someone without shoulders, he released the Bond. Harry had moved on to Jorunn when the blast hit him, and he felt like he emptied his soul into her womb. e orgasm was unexpeed and immense. Passionfire burst from his body, infusing the six girls present, triggering another level entirely, as Stina lost control of her shape, and read over the others’ bodies, further reading and receiving pleasure. Lightning struck out from the castle, sending rolling clouds of glowing blue mist in all direions. e Huldr presence in the castle proper all collapsed with silly grins on their faces, and many of the present humans had ontaneous orgasms as well. *
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e Patil sisters were in the showers when it happened. With perfe synchronisation, they had scrubbed their legs, shaved them and their quims as well, and cleaned themselves very carefully. ey had both conceived, and it was time to make the transfer. ey needed to be absolutely clean for the ritual to be successful, and until it was, they knew that Harry wouldn’t do them again. e deal that Neville and their father had struck was apparently good for both sides. Harry would get childr en who were very well care d for and who would know their father and their srcinative mothers, which was a funny term, but as the situation was new to the Magical world, they needed a ecial word. India would get twenty children by him, at least ten by the twins, but there were many women who were eager to have their own as well. For now, though, it was the twins who carried the very pleasant duty. ey had le the streaming water and were reaching for their towels when the wave of pleasure hit them, making them fall on their knees with their fingers fervently rubbing their slits. When the pleasure abated about five minutes later, they stood up again, looked down at their legs, and sighed. ey went back and the water flowed again in both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw showers. *
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carpet, allowing Stina to make herself a full-sized body, as she hadn’t thought of simply making a smaller one. e first one of the others to move was Ginny, who suddenly sat bolt upright. “I’m Bonded and I’m pregnant. Mum’s going to kill me!” “Sweetie, I have enough soldiers to prote you from your Mum, I’d guess.” Harry reonded, sitting up and tentatively touching his limp member. “Oh, Harry. You know Mum better than that.” “Some of these soldiers are female, and they have baby piures.” “Oh. at’s all right then.” She looked around her room, as a small army of elves invaded it, scrubbing, cleaning and repla cing everything broken. Aer seeing that her room was taken care of, she slowly made her way over to her ... boyfriend? Master? She didn’t really care, as she took his limp cock in her mouth and started sucking it lazily. Harry lay back and enjoyed it. One by one, the girls came to and joined Ginny. Hermione crawled up to his face and started kissing him, probing his mouth with her tongue. As his cock was cared for by one girl sucking the crown and two others licking his sha and balls and the amount of naked skin was heavily iniring, he hardened in less than a minute. Disa busied herself between Jorunn’s legs, as she was leaking semen, and Disa was a bit hungry. He didn’t really see much, but he felt it when a more inflexible heat than usual engulfed his crown. He looked past Hermione to find Lavender crouching over his cock. Disa and Jorunn immediately stood, and grabbed her under her arms and knees, carefully swinging her further down over his member while she crooned in pleasure. “I’m sorry ... Harry, but I couldn’t ... help myself.” “I have a beautiful girl on top of me. You think I’ll complain?” She smiled and let her head fall back as she revelled in the feeling of him inside her. She wasn’t a virgin in any way. She was used to being used by men, though, and hated by women. is time was different. She had chosen him. He hadn’t hunted her at all, she didn’t to have sex with he gave more than he took anyway. To top that off, hefeel hadobliged called her beautiful. Hehim, wasand surrounded by the most gorgeous of women, all willing to take him in whatever fashion he chose, and yet, she felt that he wanted her right now, and these women agreed. ey had seen her come in, they had waved her closer, and as soon as they saw the longing in her eyes, they had let her have him. Now, two of his women were helping her to enjoy him, rocking her back and forth over his member that had her so wonderfully filled. He rubbed against her G-ot by girth alone, and to her extreme surprise, Hermione bent forward and licked her clit. Aer her first orgasm, small but intense, she was tipped forward, and was laid down on top of him, and he pumped gently inside her, caressing her back and buttocks. As she claimed his lips in a deep kiss, she was shocked to feel, not just the usual tongue-wrestling of her previous conquests, but a so and gentle kissing. She almost started to cry, but was brought up short by a finger in her ass. It was a most unexpeed sensation. She had had anal sex before, of course, but only ever for the boy’s sake. Usually, she would offer it when she felt that he was about to break up with her, and it tended to extend the relationship by up to a week. She had never even contemplated that it might
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be pleasant, but this was. Someone behind her said something to Harry in a language she didn’t understand and she whimpered in disappointment as he pulled out of her. Again, she felt a finger against her arse, and something happened to it. Something very pleasant that almost brought her half way to another orgasm made her feel clean, relaxed, and slippery. Something was pressing against the puckered little hole, entreating entry. She tried to consciously relax and welcome it inside, and she gaed at the brand new sensation of a painless, even pleasant, anal entry. She moaned into Harry’s mouth as she rode him faster and faster until the two strong Huldr girls lied her and bent her backwards, moving and turning her and Harry until he was fucking her from behind as the blonde Huldr crawled in under her to lick her sensitive ots. With the fragrant, hairless slit right under her, she began to lick as well, while Harry fucked her ass in long, pleasant strokes. She felt the oncoming orgasm build, and as it hit her, she cramped. e new stimulation brought a kind of orgasm she’d never had before, and her jerking legs launched her forward as her legs straightened on their own accord. As she revelled in the aerglow of a massive, full-bodied orgasm, she saw Harry finish off and empty himself in the Huldr’s mouth and according to the small fountain, the Huldr came as well. Harry sagged down, falling on his side where Ginny immediately crept up to him, and he threw his arms around her, slowly caressing her nipples as Hermione started to stroke his cock again. “Another one? Are you really that insatiable?” “No, Harry, but when we attack you in group, there’s a chance for us to wear you down. You’re a bloke! You’re supposed to go limp aer a two-minute quickie, but I think you’re going on your fih hard-on and your seventh orgasm or something. You deserve to be completely sated.” Gabrielle moved closer as well, craning her neck a bit as Hermione bent his member towards Gabrielle’s mouth. e Veela didn’t hesitate for a second, but took him down her throat, all the way down to his balls. Lavender looked on in amazement. She could clearly see the girl’s throat expand to accommodate the cock inside it, and marvelled at how long she could keep it down. Lav knew from experi ence that it was impossible to breathe with a cock that far down, and the little girl had held him for a very long time. She got her attention away from Harry when a gorgeous brunette crawled over to her and started to lick her. Lavender realised that her dreams of finally receiving oral sex had been understated as she came again and again from the girl’s ministrations. Aer a couple of minutes, she noticed that Harry was kneeling right next to her, and she took his cock in her mouth without hesitation and as the skilled and relentless tongue brought her to a final orgasm, Harry came in her mouth. She swallowed greedily, but took the last few bursts on her face, from where Ginny licked it off. en she burped, and fell asleep. *
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had planned to give, and did mention that Huldr killed some people every year, but he also made a strong point of the fa that if they were fed regularly, Huldr might make a man tired, but they didn ’t have to kill, or even hurt. At that point, Neville had stood and proudly stated that a Huldr had fed from him, and that he had suffered no ill effes. Neville had also pointed out that his firm allegiance to Kilchurn might make his testimony sue. With the complete lack of subtlety that was so predominant in the Wizengamot, this bought him points for honesty. He thought about it for a second. ere was a faion, or a Clique, that opposed him. is was however done with such subtlety that he only had the identity of one in the group, by the name of Carrows. Carrows had been the head of the Foreign Affairs bureau for many years, and had a excellent diplomatic face. However, when he didn’t deploy it, he was fairly tranarent. His pure-blood bigotry was obvious, and he had been reonsible for the lack of international aid in the difficulties with Voldemort, and had also made sure that British agents were most unwelcome in the surrounding states. He needed to go down in order to build the magical Britain they wanted. Neville rose and fetched a ledger from a shelf. Under the seion marked ‘fund-raiser invites’ was a list of people he needed to remove, and Carrows was already on it, of course. So was the missing ex-minister Fudge. Next to the names were little squares without labelling. ere was a cross over the one by Fudge. e door opened, and Pan sy came in. Susan had decided that he needed regul ar shagging to stay sane, with all this political crap, so she had taken to sending Pansy to him every now and then, and it really was a great stress reliever. Susan herself was still a virgin, and Neville wasn’t really sure about what to make of her most pragmatic view of him and Pansy. To Neville, they were in no competition. He loved Susan, and Pansy was just an independent right hand, really. She was a lot more fun to toy with, though. As usual, she was dressed in white lace, and a black leather dog collar. Aer her first week of servitude, she had said that she wouldn’t mind if they treated her rougher than they had been, and Neville did his best to comply. As soon as she went down on her knees, he pushed his cock down her throat, bringing tears to her eyes. Aer some rough strokes down her throat he lied her by her hair and threw her over the desk. She did have a fantastic arse, and somehow, he could always enter it without any effort deite how tight it was. He fucked her vigorously, and he was quite certain that she came at least twice. He realised that he never had tested the trick his Gran had told him about. He found the ot, two up, two across, and channelled a little magic into it, and the effe was certainly undeniable. She clenched her butt so hard he thought he would lose his member, her howl was absolutely and sheinwet legslife. with thearched gushing frompushed her folds as she came harder thanprimal she ever had herhis entire She herfluids back and herself towards him, willing her Master to come even deeper into her bowels, and the pulsing movements of her orgasm brought him over the edge. In a final asm, Pansy pushed herself backwards hard, falling back on top of her Master, which drove his cock in an extra half inch as he urted his semen into her bowels. e fall made him a bit dizzy, and as he drained himself
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into her, he lost consciousness, and so did she, which was how Harry, Ginny, and Susan found them thirty seconds later. “I thought he was killing her or something.” Susan said. “It looks like he achieved the ‘small death’ in any case. I wonder how he did it?” Harry replied. “I think it’s time to get him in my bed. If that’s how he fucks, I’d love to see how he makes love.” “Harr... Master, come have a look at this.” Ginny was standing by the desk, reading the ledgers. Harry sent a thought to Stina, and suddenly felt his mind expand and pick up eed. He preferred his normal pace, but it didn’t hurt to have such a mental booster available. He looked at the books Ginny point ed out while Susan and Ginny did their squeeing thing about Ginny’s new status as a Lady of Kilchurn. ere was many things on this desk, and he didn’t know about half of them. Normally, he wouldn’t need to , but as all of these things were done in his name, at least he should know about the things he could risk torches and pitchforks over. ere were many such things. *
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“Okay. It’s not like I’ve kept things from you, but I do stuff as I think you’d have them done if you knew. I’m lobbying heavily for the rights of the sentients, I’ve managed to get the Crown’s permission to aually build Otherton, and things like that. Unfortunately, there’s some resistance, and I’m at a loss fighting them. I don’t even know who they are.” “How is that possible?” “ere are people who talk to all the members in the recesses, reading ideas and seeds designed to make our going tougher. Sometimes I hear opinions from people I know fairly well that I know they didn’t have ten minutes before. Sometimes stupid people burp out complex schemes and interpretations that I know they’d be unable to come up with themselves, and I’ve noticed a pattern. If I’m right, there will be a proposition next week that Huldr are legal in this country as pets, and that Huldr without a necklace bearing the owners name and licence number, can be taken under Imperius or other animal control measures by anyone.” “So, if someone wants a Huldr, they can go to Otherton and steal one, legally?” “Pretty much, yes.” “So, you have no inkling of who this opposition is?” “No. Well, Carrows is in on it, but I’m not sure about anyone else.” “Nothing to go on, then?” “Nothing that would stick, anyway. I’ve started looking on more ... decisive methods of handling this, but it’s a very long step to take.” “Sure is. Backing up a bit here, what does the Crown have to do with Otherton?” “It’s something called the Duke’s Charter. ere’s only supposed to be one purely magical settlement in England. I got the building permit on the grounds that the world’s a slightly bigger place these days, and that the old charter needed modifying. e modern edition eaks of one Wizarding settlement, leaving this more cosmopolitan village free of it.” “Good. I noticed you’ve paid a few bribes, but I couldn’t find a figure of the total financial side.” “Well, as the Goblins declared you the Heir of every Sorcerer who ever had an account, and those accounts have been wisely invested by them, we could pave the streets of Otherton in silver if we really wanted to, without bankrupting ourselves.” “e werewolves might get a bit upset about that, though.” “Yeah. and you too. You had a bad reaion to those silver bullets you were shot with. Not like a were, but in that direion.” “Damn. I just Bonded Ginny, by the way. Can you figure out what kind of being she’s descended from?” “I’ll try. Damn, you don’t do things by half, do you?” “Nope. Hermione is a very small step from swe aring allegiance, as well. Need an assistant?” “Hmm. Not right now. In time, it might become handy, but she might be a bit too ... moral, I guess, for politics.”
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“I guess. I just thought of something. You do as I say, right?” “Eh, yes? You’re my Lord. I’m your Vassal. Duh, to use a common colonial colloquialism.” “Impressive. Care to say that three times fast?” “Duh, duh? Sorry. Why did you ask?” “I thinkduh, I rule Britain.” Neville froze for a second. He knew it already, of course. e question was, now that Harry had realised the kind of power he had, what would he do with it? Sure, Harry always did what he felt was right, and usually he wasn’t too far off the mark, but this could be serious. He decided to test his Lord a little, before disclosing everything. “I think you’re right. Minister Bones likes you, and if push comes to pushy, you can get just about anything written in the law books, simply by relying on force. e power of any ruler boils down to threats of violence, and you have the most violence here, by far. It’s sort of a Dark-Lordy thing to do, though.” “I know. If it became public kno wledge that I, and Hank, will take it personally if someone tries to even touch a Huldr in ways that she don’t like, I guess the law will become useless. I could make this country become what I want by cursing the slood out of anyone who objes, but it’s not a very attraive thought. If I come to rule, I would prefer to be liked.” e young politician didn’t show his relief, but it should really come off him like steam, he thought. He did serve a good man. Now, to carefully and safely make him efficient was a challenge, but Neville did already have a plan. “Have you ever heard of a Muggle called Niccolo Machiavelli? A frightfully clever chum. I really think you should read ‘e Prince’. I’m not saying you should duplicate it, that just wouldn’t work, but there are some great ideas in there.” “You sure? I don’t have much time for reading.” “Oh,come on, you must have some time for yourself, even in bed.” “No, I really don’t.” *
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No, it wasn’t the proe of going into a dangerous situation that had Rubeus Hagrid sweating in his finest, orange and brown suit. Danger, he could handle. It had been far more disconcerting when the very pretty Indian twins had shown up at his cottage, and helped him tame his hair and brush out his beard. ey had also brought some Engorged manicure equipment, and more other beauty produs than the large man had ever heard of. It had almost scared him witless when they had shown him a mirror aer three hours of hard work. He never bothered with such things, himself, but he recognised a handsome fellow when he saw one, and knowing that the strapping lad in the refleion was him felt decidedly odd. Not only was he uncomfortable in the suit and sorely missed his moleskin coat, but not looking like his normal woodsy self put greater demands on his behaviour, eecially as the Headmaster had asked him to gather intelligence. He was honest enough to know that if he managed to gather any intelligence, he could use it himself as nature had been a bit cheap with him in that ree. He didn’t mind, though. He ran all the things he’d learnt about the Huldr through his head. Unfortunately, the things from his books and the things from the newapers didn’t add up, but aer talking to the Patil girls, he trusted the papers over the books. By sheer coincidence,he hadn’t met any of the Huldr who had been at the castle so he didn’t really know what they looked like, and to further aggravate this, no one had even told him what to expe. It was a fairly unprepared Rubeus Hagrid who opened the slightly oversized door to the Tall Tail Inn. He steeled himself. He would have to talk to girls who weren’t students. He almost froze. So did most of the staff, and in the dimmed light of the room, Hagrid saw four beautiful, busty blondes in little maid’s outfits whose eyes lit up like little candles, amber lights piercing the permanent dusk inside. As one, they drew closer to him slowly, but moved far more than their forward momentum might indicate. One of them, a tall, longlegged girl with a long braid down her back and a golden tail up it, laid her tiny little hand on his chest and praically purred. “Hello there, big boy. What can I get you? Coffee, tea, or ... us?” Before it shut down the top two floors, Hagrid’s brain told him that he might just learn to like this ying thing.
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And you are very nice!” ere was no way around it. He had to use Sorcery for this kind of delicate manoeuvre. He silently called his power forth, and with the lightest of touches, he made Ginny sleep just a little deeper. at way she didn’t wake up as Harry carefully levitated her off of him and downwards a little bit. He then carefully removed his hard penis from Jorunn’s mouth and replaced it swily with Ginny’s breast. Extraing himself from the pile of gorgeous women was a tricky piece of contortionism, but there was only one of them he wanted to wake up at the time. He wanted to visit Otherton, and if the girls woke up, he would end the day at “the pink place” — well, several pink places, aually. His eyes confirmed what his nose had already told him, that the pile consisted of his Bonded only. Jorunn had been sleeping with her favourite pacifier and Ginny had been sleeping almost on top of him, with her head in his crotch and Disa’s fantastic boobs right beside her. Stina and Gabrielle were on top of his legs in a sixty-nine, with Stina’s hands morphed into something dildolike. One of them had apparently slipped out of Disa during the night, and the other one, of truly shocking dimensions, was moving soly in Gabrielle. Gabrielle was muttering in her sleep, and as she did it straight into Stina’s pussy, was absolutely impossible to hear. By the smile on Stina’s upper lips, her nethers apparently found it funny, though. Within touching distance was Hermione. She was sleeping with her bum in the air and her cheek pressed to the pillows. Lavender was right next to her with her legs read wide and both hands fondling herself. His nose told him that she was very wet indeed, and he could see Hermione aually dripping slightly on the bed. Carefully, he levitated both girls along downstairs to his Grand hall, where he put them down, very gently, on the rug in front of the fireplace. Hermione started to wake up when he slowly entered her from behind, but it was her almost instant orgasm that finished the job. Seeing Lavender’s meticulously groomed little quim right in front of her made her decide to pay it forward, as it were, and sank her tongue into the fragrant snatch. Lavender was primed and ready, and she also came before really waking up. When she did, though, she quickly crawled in under Hermione to a sixty-nine, and as Harry withdrew, the girls entertained each other to a second and third orgasm each. Harry sat 399
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in his chair and enjoyed the show, absently conjuring a third chair, and a table which the resident army of elves filled with a grand breakfast. When the girls had worn each other out for the moment, they took their seats with fantastic blushes in place. Harry was slightly amused that neither of them looked for a way to cover themselves. ey were blushing, but they dilayed their bodies with pride. Embarrassed pride, but pride nonetheless. “Isn’t that a great way to wake up? I miss it at school, but over the summer, I did get quite used to it. Today, I was planning a trip to Otherton. Hermione, we’re quite serious about you as an author of corre schoolbooks, so I thought we should set you up with some kind of office in town. Lavender, I’ve heard great things about you and your shop, so I was hoping to hire you on as a guide. How does that sound to you?” “Honestly, Harry, do you think I can do it? I’d love to, but, oh I can’t think properly. It sounds good.” Harry smiled at his friends consternation. Hermione had a highly organised mind, and when too many things around her were strange or unfamiliar, she lost her rhythm. Waking up like she had would make her a bit erratic for a few more minutes. He turned to Lavender. “Harry, anything you want from me is yours. You’ve given me... You’ve done... I owe you.” “You owe me diddly-squat. If you hadn’t taken Nott down, he might have gotten a better shot in, and by giving you the means to run your business, I’ll be moving into another area of Wizarding business. Not like I own you or your busine ss, but you do rely on a multi-ecies staff for your success, even if it’s barely started. ings that restri Otherton will restri you, and your produs are something that the Wizarding public and elite will want. I need you.” “ank you, but I still think I owe you. One day, I’ll get drunk and tell you all about why, time I would be grateful if you would fuck me every once in a while. at but way,for I’llthe feel likebeing, I’m sort of paying off a debt.” “You’re not currency, Lav. If you feel like you owe me, make money. Not for me, but for yourself. In the short time I’ve been aive in this country, I’ve entrenched myself more and more into the Wizarding economy. anks to my Arches, Fortuescues buys dairy produs from Sweden; the new Nimbus broom is made from Masur-birch from Finland; and the single greatest cleaning and laundry firm in Britain, muggle and magical, is staffed by the Kilchurn Elves. I have cornered the dairy market; wood and some services; you’re moving into clothing and beauty produs; and all in all, the tax income of the Ministry has climbed steadily since my first involvement. If I decide to pull out right now, taking everything with me, the Wizarding community in Britain would be bankrupt in a week. e goblins know this, and Neville’s been buying stocks by the... What do you buy stocks in?” “Barrel?” “Wad?” “Maybe, well, loads of them anyway.” “Harry, do you want to take over the Wizarding world?”
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“It’s mine already. Have you read the laws? Trial by combat is a recognised, legislative procedure. Might makes right. I have to take over in order to make my rule illegal. Fun, huh?” He concentrated on his breakfast for a while. He noticed the girls whiering and made the effort not to eavesdrop. Some so pops alerted him to house elf aivity, and looked up to see a tall glass of his favouri te ice coffee in front of him. As he enjoyed it, Hermione started to interrogate him about the ecies he knew of, and she also did some deep breathing exercises clearly designed for him to keep his eyes on her. He was of course very much aware of it when Lavender got out of her chair and walked soly to his side, knelt and took his flaccid member in her mouth, where it stopped being flaccid in just a few heartbeats. He smiled, closed his eyes and leant back in his chair with his cold drink as the very pretty girl did her best to swallow him whole. He enjoyed hearing Hermione’s strained voice as they kept talking, and he was aually surprised when Lavender climbed on top of him, and took him into her tight little ass. He opened his eyes and looked straight into hers as she sat down as far as she could, and kissed her. She clung to him as she rode him, her pleasure obvious and loud and as he was about to come, he kissed her again as he filledthe herencounter, lower intestine his semen. None had said an intelligible during but aswith Lavender climbed off of of them him, squeezing her hinerword shut tight, she grinned at him. “I had several reaso ns to do that, pleasure not withstanding. One of them is that I might need some investment to my business, so I should really try to get on your good side, another is that I’d like you to have your wits about you and make a good impression in Otherton, and who knows how much ogling you might have done if I hadn’t gotten you off. en, there’s the fa that I never liked anal sex before, so I’m trying to figure out why you’re different. Besides, taking that ramrod of yours through my tiniest door makes me feel like I have accomplished something today already. One of these days, I’m going to want kids, and I’ll tell you when.” “So you’ve heard, then?” “Yes. I loved that.” “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, if you’re done breakfasting, we should get dressed. Much as I love the sight of you beautiful ladies, the rest of the world would have a coronary — from jealousy, of course. Of you, because you’re simply gorgeous, and of me, because I’m in the company of two so gorgeous creatures, and that’s just those who don’t know you. ose who do would be even worse, knowing that both of you are so much more than visual expressions.” “Yes, I think I’m a pretty good lay as well,” Hermione deadpanned. “And I smell good, too.” Lavender continued. e girls looked at each other and started to giggle. It was looking out to be a good day. *
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He was insane, and he knew it. Oh, not in the wearing-underpants-on-your-head way, but he knew now that he couldn’t trust his own memory. Everything that he remembered ever happening to him might be a fiion. He had also learned that his personality was more or less gone. e brain things had eaten it. What he had was a number of traits in constant change, flux was the word that the Squib psychiatrist had used, and the Uneakables had been very interested in his case. So much, aually, that they had paid him to make some scans, and to follow his progress. He wasn’t rich or anything, but he had been able to give his parents almost 20 000 galleons and still keep enough to buy some fine oak timber from Sweden of all places. With the excuse that he needed some physical therapy, he had ereed a wharf near the Burro w, and he had stretched the keel alrea dy. He found the thought amusing that if he kept the plans in his head, the final result of his construion would be completely unprediable. It felt good to have a purpose. His condition had lost him everything else. He still carried Hermione’s last letter in a cigar case on a chain around his neck. All in a hot and copper sky, e bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day aer day, day aer day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. He mumbled as he tightened the big screws on the warper, being careful not to break the boards. He fetched another bucket from the pond and doused the groaning oak again. When the boards were wet, he pulled out his wand and started to pour magic into the wood. e Uneakables had been kind enough to design the ells for him, but they had warned him that he needed to drain himself repeatedly in order for them to work on such a massive scale. He wasn’t a natural Enchanter, but this ell should work anyway. It wasn’t as if it was safe for him to have magic anyway. When he was drained and the wand felt hot in his hand, he put it away and went over to the large workbench. ere were a lot of plugs to whittle. At first it seemed a little eck, And then it seemed a mist: It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.7 Perhaps he could build himself redemption. *
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She didn’t have much of a gi for seeing what was to come, but she could sense that whatever was supposed to come had changed its mind and gone somewhere else as soon as he entered the shop. Suddenly, she understood what it was about this human that so annoyed uncle Bane. In his wake, stars changed their paths, bones became unthrown, or hidden behind something heavy, and the tea-leaves, if they ever used them, turned into cheap Earl Greyish teabags. History, present and future re-wrote themselves in his presence, and she didn’t know whether to fall to her knees, run and hide, or try to snog him. All three seemed like good ideas. She must have stared at him, because he smil ed and oke to her. “Lilac, I presume? I’m Harry. I’ve heard many good things about you.” “Eh, thank you, My Lord. And thank you for ... making this place. It’s fantastic. Everyone is a person, and people ree each other. Nothing of what the Herd said would happen have happened. No one has tried to put a saddle on me, or hitch a wagon aer me. Eh, just ... thank you.” “You’re very welcome, Lilac. It’s not really my doing, though. It’s being made by others in my name, and I have a feeling that it won’t stay this peaceful for long. Maybe it will, though. Perhaps the inevitable bickering is a human trait. Ah well, philosophy was never my strong suit. But eaking of suits...” *
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had apparently traded it to Harry for a silly WWW-trinket, one of which was dilayed by the statue. It looked like a common pair of binoculars, and when you looked into it, you saw a blurry image of a naked woman. As the woman had resembled her, she had fiddled with the focus to see better, and as soon as she turned the knob, the toy had rayed her with ink. e fa that a God had traded a huge silver statue for something as silly as that made her feel a whole lot better abou t being an atheist. She had also visited the beau ty shop, Boutique Bouquette. She had heard that Lavender Brown ran it, but she hadn’t been there. Instead, a bloody huge ider had welcomed her. Katie had frozen stiff until the ider had asked her in a friendly, but slightly weary tone if it would help if she shouted ’boo’. ey had ent an enjoyable hour together, once the shock had worn off. She had avoided the Vampire enclave, Batty Rouge, but the Huldr area, somewhat blandly called Garden of Senses, had been wonderful, and she had enjoyed the company of the Norse predators. She had even met Hagrid there. e large man had had a couple of petite Huldr girls around him, and while she had learnt that it was impossible to tell a Huldr’s age by their appearance, it struck her as both funny and unnerving that all the girls around him looked like schoolgirls, no older that herself. Perhaps the friendly halfgiant happyhad for more him. than prejudice to fight in school. Aer a slight shiver, she decided to be Now the talk of the town was that Harry was there, and it was time for her to find him. It was no big deal. He knew her, and she knew him. ey had been team-mates, and had seen each other covered in sweat, dirt, blood, and even snot during cold seasons. She had helped carry him to the hoital wing twice, and he had given her a heavenly massage once. It was nothing to worry about. She was, of course, terrified. Suddenly, her little schoolmate had grown up to be the obje of thousands of girl’s desires, and she was tasked to get close to him. Talk about competition! *
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a restaurant in their new home town and have a decent meal, by their own standards. In Batty Rogue, a Sanguinaria was being built, and donors were being recruited. e Huldr had their own nutritional needs met at the Inn or at the Giant’s encampment right outside town. Deals were made with local farmers, and Ribbon had pr oduced several coils of incredibly strong rope for one of them in exchange for a live pig every now and then. In a Goblin restaurant, the beef and the rats were cooked just right, and some places had multi-ecies menus. He hadn’t given them freedom, just hope and a place where they could pretend to be free. ey loved him for it, but he couldn’t see that. All he could see was a world of new reonsibilities for the little boy in the cupboard. e sexy boy in the cupboard. e hot, manly powerful boy with all the muscles and the marvellous cock and all that semen and Harry understood that his beloved Bonded had come to his aid. It was a pretty cool feeling and for once, he paused, and really took in their image of him. For once, he decided to believe someone else’s opinion of him. He was one hell of a guy! From his pereive, they had a slightly odd view of his aions, but he couldn’t find anything really wrong. He could easily distinguish between Gabrielle’s selfless love, Disa’s shameless physical attraion and adoration, Jorunn’s slightly darker longing and her unwavering faith in him, Stina’s more balanced, mature love as she knew him in a slightly different way and loved his flaws as much as his strengths. Ginny’s unreserved hero-worship was almost silly in comparison, but it was as strong and deep as the others, and Harry began to feel good about himself aer his minor panic attack. As he looked around, he saw the same people, but now he met their eyes and smiled. He nodded at a few, mumbled the occasional greeting, and absently healed a scraped Oread knee, smiling as the inhumanly perfe little girl kissed his cheek in thanks. At a small distance, Katie watched him. He was such a natural leader. He cared so much, and was never aloof or afraid. At the thought that he would be a great father some day, something moved inside her, and the unbidden thought that she wouldn’t mind being the mother surfaced, to her own great steeled herself, mostShe winsome smile on, and began to approach himsurprise. with herShe Selkie charm on a put lowher level. hadn’t gotten half way when he jerked upright and seemed to have a conversation with his sleeve. She was suddenly frightened when she saw the look of fury on his face before he promptly turned into a dragon, of all things, and flew away . Once her shock had worn off, she swore. He had been here, but now he was gone. She otted Hermione and the Brown girl, so maybe she could harvest some gossip instead. *
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e puppet sat down again with the look of a man who had already won when a young beeacled man pressed his Speaker stone and rose for the Chief Warlock to recognise his right to eak. He had it already, of course. He wouldn’t have agreed to run the new department if he could be censored. “Chief Warlock?” Dumbledore, for once in sombre black robes smiled at the young man in pinstripes. “e Wizengamot recognises Percival Weasley, head of the newly formed Department for Common Sense.” “ank you, Chief Warlock. Ladies and gentlemen, I simply wish to point out that once you remove the rhetoric and flowery language, this suggestion is designed to make the House of Kilchurn declare war on Wizarding Britain. Kilchurn’s stand on the rights of Sentients is well known, and this proposal classifies the Lords wife and consorts as domestic animals. From what I know of the man, he wouldn’t accept this law as legal and he would take personal aion against the people who would insult his family by agreeing to this proposition. I fail to see how a document legalising slavery and rape can prote our way of life, when it will end the life of everyone who as on it. at is all.” You could have heard a combine harvester drop. e noise of every member loudly expressing their ill-informed opinions was deafening until the Chief warlock showed why he was the only wizard for his job with his patented, area-effe Silencing charm while he waited for the people to sit down and use their Speaker stones in good order. e puppet, Mr Appelby, rose again. “Mr Weasley, surely you exaggerate. Once we pass it, it will be law. Law!” Percy shrugged. It was his job to point out flaws and stupid mistakes, not to corre them. He answered anyway. “A law that will drive us into a quite unnecessary confli with a power we simply can’t match. Aer the former Minister’s absurd case of cerebral indigestion, Kilchurn made no moves against the Ministry. is does not mean that he forgot about it. I’d say that he’s not our friend, but rather the enemy of our enemies. Harry Potter is still our greatest hope against Mr Unmentionable. is proposition will make us his enemies. Madam Minister, your assessment of our Auror force and the aual strength of Kilchurn is more reliable than mine, so if you please?” Amelia Bones rose. One of the first things she had chang ed in her Office was her rights in the Wizengamot. By only keeping her Veto power and relinquishing her 25% Ministerial vote, she had re-established some semblance of democracy to the assembly. Unfortunately, it had necessitated the new department. At this time, she understood that she had chosen the right man for the job. “Mrnumbers. Weasley, Iashave the no recruitment of Aurors takes time,ofweHuldr have there aboutare halfinofthe Kilchurn’s human accurate count of the number country at this time, but one Huldr is a serious threat on the battlefield. I’m not the right person to ask about the ecifics, though. He has talked the Giants away from Mr Unmentionable, and our own part-humans, a larger percentage than one might believe, are firmly behind him. From what I know of him and his operatives, he knows who’s here, and if this bill
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is passed, you will all need to re-ward your homes, because he will take it as a personal insult, and he’s stronger than us.” She hadn’t sat down when the warded doors crashed open, and Harry Potter, in full Lord-mode, strode down to the floor. By his side came Lord Longbottom, also in clothes more fitting for some archaic battlefield. Just because, Harry let his steel-capped boots strike arks on the granite floor. He took up position in the absolute centre of the floor and rested his hands on his drawn sword, the point of which visibly sank down an inch into the floor. “Let’s make it simple. I eak for Kilchurn in this matter, and I invoke the Rules of House and Quarrel against the signatory parties. I will also tell you beforehand that I will call on Trial by Combat to have it stopped. Takers?” ere was no hesitation in his voice, no mercy in his eyes. is was a Sorcerer with his prime yet to come, a force only the most unwise would challenge. Amelia chose a very non-threatening voice and demeanour. “Mr Potter, you are not a member of the Wizengamot. How did you get in?” He smiled mirthlessly. “I swore a Wizard’s oath that it was a matter of Life and Death for several members. If I can’t convince you not to pass the bill, I will be forced to kill at least one of you, so the oath is valid. Neville handles the thinking side of politics, I will deal with the violent side. Carrows? It’s your proposal, and I don’t care just who you made deliver it. Care to defend it, wand by wand?” Carrows couldn’t believe his ears. ere had been no traces of their interaions. It was impossible that this young whelp could know anything, but he quite obviously did. He stood, because he couldn’t think of an alternative, and allowed his barely funioning Diplomatic autopilot to take control. “Eh, no. You’re more powerful than me, but might does not make right.” He would have been much happier with this defence if the young man hadn’t smiled at him. “en please explain your proposal to me again. is is political might, but there’s nothing to defend it but pure, sheer bigotry . Ergo, might is what makes it float right now, and I intend to sink it. Please note that the most powerful mages are almost never Purebloods.” is time, the room stayed silent. Very silent. Aer almost a minute, the Chief Warlock cleared his throat. “I believe you’re right, Lord Potter. I am myself of close Muggle descendance, albeit both my parents were magical humans. e second of the upper-echelon Mages alive had a pure Muggle father and your herita ge, Lord Potter, is well documented. As for Lord Pritchard, his srcins are shrouded in mystery, perhaps you can enlighten us?” “Well, I’m not positive, but I believe his mother was Muggleborn, and he never talks about his father. I don’t think they were close.” Harry had to use his power to keep his face straight, and Neville had to look into his papers to hide his grin. He had just doled out another piece of Myrrdin-lore in the perfe,
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oand way that made rumours flow and he had done it without aually lying. at, and the image of the sword sinking into the floor should do nicely. e real point rested on a small piece of leather on the floor, but it was covered by an illusion of an extra inch of steel that, of course, had sunk into the floor. It didn’t have enough mass to rest on anything. In the confusion, Conrad Mayweather stood, pressed his Speaker stone, and oke without recognition. “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamot, the circumstances have taken a life of their own. erefore, I have chosen now to eak, formally out of turn, against the proposal delivered by Mr Appelby. As I have mentioned many times, I have some personal experience with Huldr, and during my service in our Diplomatic corps, I had the opportunity to intera with representatives of several of the here-mentioned ecies. ey want to live their lives. ey’re going through life like we do, raising their kids, trying to find food, and looking for the next sickle like we do. Some of them have greater talents than we do at certain things. at doesn’t make me feel inferior. Some of them are brighter than the average human, most of them are stronger than us, and health is rarely a problem for them. Yet I don’t feel inferior. We’re all a bit different. Aually, if you consider Mr Appelby’s stature, canisn’t see that I am a lota closer average thanMy he nose is, in is height, weight, and colouring, as you purple considered normaltofacial tone. average, my hairline is in an average place and I am, all in all, average. If the ones outside the norm should be considered less, I move that we expand Mr Appelby’s proposal just a little bit. Aer all, he does have pretty daughters, and I’d love to have them as indentured maids. By their relation to the clearly abnormal Mr Appelby, they have to be animals as well. Please, Ladies and Gentlemen. Do see the grotesque absurdity of this proposal.” Several of the present representatives of the Magical People of Britain looked at each other, blinking like owls in daytime. Amelia Bones, Minister of Magic, made some quite undignified snorting sounds and stood. “Yes, it is quite preposterous when you look at it from all angles. May I suggest that if the proposal is continued, it must be in the by Mr Mayweather expanded form.[ed: I don’t follow the second half of that last sentence.] Perhaps a Department of Normalcy should be formed? Mr Potter, as everybody already calls you ... Wait a minute. Mr Weasley, did you in fa call the Dark Lord Voldemort Mr Unmentionable, and made me do the same?” “Yes, Madam Minister. If you aren’t allowed to use his name, he is more or less unmentionable. As his followers have never declared themselves before the Wizengamot, we cannot know if he indeed has twelve sworn followers as needed to legitimise his claim to Lordship. As such, no Lordship applies to him. at the nomenclature sounds like a salesman for women’s underwear is purely coincidental.” “I’m sure it is, Mr Weasley. Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, I have been to Kilchurn myself, and I can assure you all that Mr Potter here has hundreds of sworn followers. I move for granting of full Lordship, under his own devise . is means no obligation for us, and is little more than a cumbersome address for him, but I believe that by showing up here today, before this disastrous motion could be implemented, Mr Potter has proven himself worthy of our ree. Do I hear a Second?” “You do, Madam Minister. House Mayweather seconds the motion.” “Opposed?”
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e room went silent again. No one wanted to stand against the brand new power block that had formed among them. To the colleive surprise of the present, Harry oke up. “While the necessity of the Department saddens me, I’d like to hear from Mr Weasley before I agree to the honour of this nomination.” Percy stood, with only a small nervous tick revealing his surprise of this vote of confidence. “ank you, Lord Potter. Judging by the current consensus of the Wizarding population, and your unwavering support among the non-humans, it makes perfe sense to grant you a Lordship. Aer all, you are already a Lord in the eyes of the People.” Harry turned. “ank you, Mr Weasley. Nev, I’m a bit out-customed here.” “Lord Potter, you have more than twelve sworn followers, and you can even muster up an all-human dozen if you need to. at’s a Lordship right there. You have a fortified stronghold, a standing army, you have aed in the public’s best interest by apprehending Death Eaters, and you’re filthy rich. If you pushed for it, I could probably get you a Barony, but I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s yours, all right.” “Is there anything le to do here? I’m not a member, aer all, and I do have other duties.” “I think we’re done. Your diplomatic approach needs some polishing, but it’s effective.” “What approach?” “e ’do it my way or I’ll kill you’ approach.” “Oh. Well, it saves time. Let’s get back to the castle, the n. Ladies and Gentlemen, have a nice day.” e security guard outside the chamber almost had a fit when the ancient Arch shot up from the floor to let the two young men through, but they almost skipped through it to avoid questions as they both knew that the made up story would be better and more entertaining than anything they could come up with. “at was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. How did you learn about the motion?” “Mayweather hired one of our Elves. He sent a message with the Elf the moment he learned of it.” “Is he a friend or ally or what?” “More of a what, I guess. He knows a fair bit about the other ecies and he supports our main agenda, but he’s a bit wary of some of our tenants. If something happens that he feels is a threat to the public, he’ll fight it, but he will never side with bigotry against us. Good bloke, that one.” “We can do with more folks like that. His eech was brilliant, and how the hell did a guy like Carrows get a rep for being clever?” “It depends on who you compare him to. It was bloody da of him to even reond to you. He blew his own little coniracy, but I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him. How are things at the castle?”
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“Gabrielle says I’ve made an impression in Otherton, eecia lly my departure. ere’s a northern girl, probably Katie Bell, asking about me in town and Ginny has gone home to the Burrow to see her Mum. She sees it as her duty to storm the gates of hell on my behalf. Honestly, better her than me, I guess.” “You coward, you.” “Ever met Molly?” “You have a point.” *
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could be recorded up here. is was important, as silencing charms and anti-pregnancy charms were considered minor. In the halls, there were monitoring charms that kept track of all ells used, but the Tower was safe from that. He could simply petrify Potty’s whore and dump her over the edge. ere was no one here to stop him as Pansy wouldn’t be able to do a thing even if she wanted to . As he had formulated a truly astoundingly brilliant plan and was the finest wizard on the planet, he immediately jumped into aion, as great heroes are wont to do. By focusing hard enough to almost give himself a bleeding nose, he managed to cast the petrificat ion curse wordlessly. He then cast off his own Disillusionment and strutted towards the struggling brunette with the pretty eyes. “Only minor ells, bitch. No one will ever know.” “Silencio! Tarantellegra!” e ells hit Draco in the back. He never knew Pansy packed such a punch with her wand. His legs were stomping around furiously but silently as the now gorgeous girl broke the ell on her friend. As Draco, the last Malfoy, tried to scream impotently, the girls looked at each other. As one, they moved and as Pansy conjured a board up on the parapet surrounding the tower, Tracey reinforced the Dancing hex. With so and gentle banishers, they guided the helpl essly dancing boy up on the board, up on thetry parapet. eyhis didn’t say anything, just parapet. watched the furiously boy deerately to control movements on thethey narrow Aer about a dancing minute, the hex began to wear off. ey renewed it. When they had renewed the hex twice, they looked at each other again, and Pansy stepped forward. She stepped up on the ledge inside the parapet and leant a bit towards the silently dancing, crying, and sweating boy. “Did you really bet your life on my Master minding if you DIE?” As she shouted the last word in his face, his dancing legs took an involuntary step back. e silencing charm was very good. No one even heard the impa. *
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The Carpenter said nothing but “Cut us another slice: On some level, she was aware that she must be richer that she had ever been, but the knowledge didn’t really register with her. e confliing feeli ngs of loss and freedom balanced out, and togethe r, they dominated her view of the world. She was walking through the beautiful for est, free of her chains but alone in the world. Other than two letters, one each from the ministry and the school, no one had contaed her. Not one person wanted to know how she was doing or how she would handle things. She knew, of course, that this earned. family beenfriends. the cream theincream, admired by some and feared bywas others, and Her never, ever had making No of one Wizarding Britain cared to know her fate, and right now she, the loneliest woman in Britain — by her own standards anyway — was crossing the pathless forest, heading towards Otherton. She had enough non-human blood to qualify, at least she hoped she did. Maybe she would be accepted. at would be nice. Suddenly she froze. In a clearing ahead of her, two wolves were playing, and she did recognise Werewolves when she saw them. In ite of the broad day light and the fa that the full moon was several days away, the two wolf cubs, who were playing a rather v iolent game of tag in front of her, were unmistakably Werewolves. She sank down on her knees and watched them. If they sensed her, she was too close to get away anyway, but by presenting a non-threatening visage, she might just escape their notice. She watched the cubs play for a long time, seeing them raise and lower their tails as they won or lost the game, and old lessons in Care surfaced in her memory. She could recognise that the raised tail was the sign of the dominant, and that their relaxed postures and raised ears meant that they must be siblings in play, to exchange dominance so easily. eir postures changed suddenly, from relaxed and playful to wary and cautious as 413
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they caught her scent. As they slowly approached her, she was grateful to see that they were cautious, but not threatening or threatened. She realised that she had been slightly mistaken about the age of the cubs when they snapped into human shape, revealing themselves as two girls, the older about seven years old and the younger about five. e wolves had worn leashes, but as the girls transformed, the leashes shimmered and became grey dresses with a runic pattern around the necks. e older girl had light brown hair and hazel eyes with a worried expression. “Hello. We scare you? We think alone here now.” e older woman smiled at the girls as soothingly as she could. She wasn’t used to being nice to children, but she did her best. ey were obviously not British, and she was impressed by the heavily accented English the girl used. She hadn’t been anywhere near that proficient at another language at that age, even if she oke several today. She waved her hand. “It’s all right. You were playing. Do you live in Otherton?” e girl obviously understood her, and nodded vigorously. “Yes. Father is religious cordonator and Mother is door in sickhouse.” “Cordonator?” “He not like word priest.” Ah. Coordinator. Not a bad title to use in a place with so many cultures and religions, but it indicated less zeal than she was used to from a priest. A priest who recognized a validity in other faiths? Unthinkable. She nodded anyway. “I see. What’s your name?” “Ylva. Little sister is Hilde. You?” She was stumped by the seemingly easy question. What was her name? She wouldn’t dream of using her slave nam e. It had been used as an insult too many tim es, and was heavily wrought by the expeations of her family, both her blood and her latter. Her husband had rarely used it, and it had few positive memories attached to it. No, she had decided to try and make herself anew, and a new name should be a part of that. “I’m not sure. Can you tell me the name of a little white flower in your language?” “Hmm. Vitsippa8 . Sippa. Is that your name?” “It is now. It’s nice to meet you, Ylva and Hilde. I’m Vitsippa. Call me Sippa.” *
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“It is, but it was more of a mishap, frankly. I didn’t think there was any risk of Bonding her as I thought she was a Human, and when she reached out and more or less Bonded me, I forgot about the risk of pregnancy altogether.” “I confess that I find it disturbing on many levels, but I know my sister, and this had all the markings of her deepest desire granted. I may be disturbed, but I don’t hold it against you in any way.” “ank you. Now, I have a bit of a sticky situation on my hands, and I need advice from someone who would tell me if I’m in the wrong. You know of the Longbottoms? ere’s a strong chance that one of my Consorts can heal them, but I deerately need Neville as an independent aor. If his father regained his health, would Neville stay head of his family?” “He would, as the position has passed to him already, and he has proven himself competent in the position. Common sense diates that I advise you that Neville would undoubtedly listen to his father, perhaps more than to you. It might put him in a bad position.” “Truly. I believe you have a well working idea of my needs and wants here, what’s your advice?” “Hmm. Not an easy question. In your position, I would heal the m, which would possibly strengthen Neville’s devotion to you, if such a thing is possible. en, I would send the older Longbottom’s to recuperate somewhere, and let Neville visit as oen as he’d like, but monitor them. at’s what I’d do, but I’m not a very nice person. e so-called ’right’ thing to do would be to heal them and let them play happy families for a while, but you really can’t are Neville, I understand.” “Your suggestion has merit, and frankly, I have been given the same advice before. e difference is that while I know the first person to be incredibly intelligent, she may not tell me something I don’t want to know. I don’t think you have those scruples.” “Speaking of scruples, are there any companies or trades le for you to get your hands on? I did a quick survey other of day,common and I found morethanthir ty companies out of Otherton. In thethe interest sense, do you know what wouldthatoper hap penate if someone put a stop to Otherton?” “As a matter of fa, I do. You would have an economy in chaos. In the short time I’ve been operating the place, your tax income should have doubled, and most of the Death Eater controlled businesses are almost bankrupt. Otherton cleans your offices, makes your clothes, and cooks your food. If I didn’t feel like helping you with the transition, you would have better part of a month of chaos. Without chocolate, I might add. e only major source of chocolate that I don’t have deals with are Papua and Madagascar — and only because I don’t like their chocolate. I’d say that any obstacles thrown in our direion are contrary to common sense and the interests of the Wizarding world.” “In the patois of the world, you have us by the scrotum.” “Oh, no. I leave that for the Huldr.” “Are they really so hot-blooded?” “It’s more like we get hungry, and in Otherton, they can get three square meals a day, instead of having to stuff themselves monthly. It’s only when they stuff themselves that they become dangerous.”
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“Lord Potter, I have had some conversations with Mr Mayweather, and he believes they might be somewhat more dangerous than you let on.” “Perhaps. ey are, aer all, predators. ey’re fast and strong, and can pose quite a danger to an enemy. I do try not to be one.” “So I’ve been told. I should tell you that there are some messages for you here in the Ministry, as all official diplomatic mail is redireed to the Ministry. Apparently, the Hopi Nation is looking for an alliance of sorts, as are the Aztec, and the tribes of Uluru and Zimbabwe recognises you as King of Britain. ey have refused to recognise the Ministry for twenty years.” “So you read my mail?” “I did. However, I’m the only one who has, as I could classify them. I may not like it, but the foreign ministries have a lot more faith in you than they do in us. Given my choice to either fight you or help you, I go with common sense. e mail will be delivered to Kilchurn momentarily.” “ank you. Do come and visit someti me. I’m told that renting a room at the Tal l Tails is an education in itself, and yours is already paid for.” “I may just do that sometime. For educational purposes, of course. “Of course. Have a good one, Mr Weasley. He silently reached for the Bond and sent the go-ahead to Stina. She didn’t waste any time, but brought Jorunn and Gabrielle with her to St. Mungo’s for a check-up on Gabrielle’s progressing pregnancy and to bring the two insensate Longbottoms back into aive duty. *
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“Can you conjure a plank?” “According to the potentiomantic scan taken when I was ten, that level of magic should be out of my reach.” “at’s not a ’no’, is it?” “Excuse me,ever Professor?” “Have you done it?” “Why should I attempt Magics that experts have said are impossible for me?” “Why indeed. Tracey, your wand showed a lot of cleansing and elasticity charm s. Several dozens, in fa. Why is that?” “Professor, I believe my personal life is not in your jurisdiion.” “Indulge me.” “All right. You know my Master, Harry Potter? Well, to sum it up, he has a really large penis, and if I don’t cast a couple of rubberskin charms, there’s no way I could take him either in my ass or down my throat ...“ “ank you, I think I understand now. Pansy, your charms were for the same reasons, I guess?” “Basically yes, Professor.” e interrogation continued for almost a full hour, and it had some pretty eacular results. e two girls didn’t give anything away, but they managed to sing their reeive Masters’ praises at every opportunity, eecially sexually. While Draco was still the viim of a suicide, which apparently couldn’t be questioned, the still beautiful but slightly stern professor had soaked through her panties and started to entertain ideas of giving Mr Potter a date ... err ... detention with her in the tow er some night. e girls in front of her appeared to know that as well, and used every opportunity to boast. She decided to close her own investigation and have herself a nice calming draught. It wouldn’t do for a calm and Professor jumpquestion a sixth-year’s magic broomstick, now, would it? As they stoodcolleed up, she tossed outto a final without really expeing an answer. “I wonder what could have driven Mr Malfoy to take such a step?” e two voluntary slave girls stopped and looked at each other. Without looking at her, Tracey said. “It was probably a mistake. He must have tried to balance on the ledge without really knowing how close to the edge he was.” “ere are so many ways to overstep, aer all, and he didn’t have much of a sense for boundaries.” Pansy’s contribution cleared it all up for the Professor. She knew what had happened, and she knew that she wouldn’t do anything about it. Draco had insulted and harmed the boys who the girls saw as masters so many times, and somehow, he had gone too far. She didn’t really want to know what he had done, and settled for a soer reonse. “If Misters Potter and Longbotton knew the circumstances, do you think they would understand it?” e girls nodded.
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“at is all. Please tell your Masters that I would like to see them at the ir convenience.” Tracey smiled, and it was a smile full of mischief. “If you don’t mind a rather personal situation, I believe my Master is studying in the Room of Requirement at the moment. I’m sure he won’t mind if you drop in on him, and neither will his study partner.” “And who might that be?” “At this time? Probably Daphne, but it might be Granger. I’ve forgotten the schedule.” With that, the girls were gone. Aurora Sinistra stood frozen by her desk, marvelling at the vision she had been granted. She could see her futures, two of them, stretch out before her. One was a long, dull progression of years behind her desk, gazing at the cold light of the stars, trying to decipher their meaning and their movements, trying to determine if there was a greater will controlling them, always wondering if the Greater Will, if it existed, cared about her. It was a safe future, with simple decisions and little risk. e other line she sawtostarted with walk to legendary Roomoutlast of Requirement. would bring her closer a legend. eher Legend ofthe Harry Potter would the fas ofIthis life. Whatever he did, there would be legends of more. Whoever he was, he was Pendragon in the minds of the people. Pritchard was definitely Merlin. It was one of the things that eve rybody knew and yet no one knew why. It was a life of adventure, of excitement. A life of answers to questions she barely dared to ask. It was a dangerous line to walk, one with the potential of utter darkness, but the darkness had blazing edges, and the voice of a younger Aurora reminded her that it might be preferable to the eternal twilight of a long life at the desk. Her hands rose, like they had a will of their own, and undid the prim bun that normally held her long hair in check. She shook it out, looking in the mirror for grey hairs and not finding any. She might be old enough to be Mr Potter’s mother, but the margin was not wide. She set off to find the Room of Requirement. *
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water will allow any violence to just dissipate, and you can turn it back to a solid state without having it affeed at all...” Harry paused the memory and exited the Pensi eve. He could only take one bottle of memories out of the bank at any one time, but there was so much to learn in each one. Some of his mother’s guesses were more than a little off, but her explanations helped him understand the basic mechanics of his various traits, and he was already learning more than he even knew possible. He had learned that Hank, his Dragon shape, wasn’t an Animagus shape at all, and neither were the two shapes he had learnt about from his mother. He could now turn into a fairly large, black wolf that he called Laddie, just because, and a huge brown bear, now called Bear — which had sent Tonks into hysterics. Sometimes he wondered about her. He had an Animagus shape inside of him, he knew that, but to find it, he would have to go through the regular training. e Sunday following the most eventful Saturday had been a lot of fun. He had learned that the sense of humour varied greatly between the ecies in Otherton. Goblins found surprising financial loss to be most entertaining, and if it was due to the individuals own stupidity, it was hilarious. e Huldr’s idea of humour never rose above the waist, unless boobs were involved, and the Giants were more oriented towards body funions. Telling a Vampire that something sucked was a bad idea, as there were thousands of jokes with that as a punchline, and none of them were funny. Werewolves were like most people, but the enforced poverty had le most of them in lower-class social circles. ere were some great stand-up comedians among them. All in all, he had met a lot of good people that day, and he had learned that they didn’t, in fa, have any unrealistic expeations of him. He had given them a chance to live a normal-looking life, and they loved him for it, just because his name proteed them and they were determined to make it worth his while. e “Anywere” worker’s pool had apparently started without even Neville knowing about it, and were currently negotiating on taking over the manual labour in Azkaban, as thealready Werewolves wereby less affeed by the presence of Dementors than humans. were employed Abbott Industries, that operated in both worlds, as well asey the Brocklehurst Trading Company. e BTC had suddenly gotten great contras in India because of that as the Indians used Naga as loaders, and few humans were comfortable in the presence of the great snake people. e Werewolves didn’t mind, and the Naga liked them. When word had gotten out about Harry’s involvement with the Weres, the deals between BTC and its Indian counterpart suddenly became longer, to the satisfaion of all involved. e people in Otherton had made it rather clear to him that he had their loyalty. If they could help him, they would. Every time he thought of the financial power he had now, his head just un. He tried to bring his thoughts back to today’s objeive. He sat down in a conveniently materializing comfy chair and pondered the last lesson. e most interesting thing this time was the whole touch telepathy thing. He had used it a few times, but it had been instinive. With a bit of control, it could bypass the heaviest Occlumency shielding, and even be used to replace Obliviation. e problem was finding someone on which to praice, but he decided to try the mind-reading ae out as soon as the opportunity presented itself. With almost narrative prediability, the door opened.
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“Tracey said you might like to shag someone to within an inch of their lives, so I thought I should volunteer. It sounds like fun, and I do know what to expe.” e petite blonde entered. Sheexcuse didn’t for wear much undergreat her support, robe, which shedhide on the floor very quickly. Her flimsy a bra offered butshe didn’t anything, and the knickers had a convenient opening that made Harry wonder about the point of them until he realized that they turned him on, and that she might consider that a worthy reason for the vague piece of clothing. He could see as she strutted towards him that her knees bent slightly in the wrong direion, so he assumed that she had used that rubber potion Tracey had used last time. She knelt before him and licked her lips. Without hesitation, she unlaced his trousers and as soon as she had gotten his trousers off of him, she climbed on top of him with her feet on the armrests of the chair . From that elevated position, she crouched down onto his cock. He noticed that she had shaved completely, making the petite girl seem even younger, but the pheromones released by her flowing juices made him ignore the awkwardness of that. e sensation as her tiny, tight twat slowly extended to envelop his member was very nice, and her enraptured face as she slowly slid down his length was incredibly hot. She began to rock back and forth, and he felt her pulse surround him as she used her body to please him to the best of her abilities. She was working really hard, using both arms and legs to overcome the friion of his girth against her potion-enhanced walls, no matter how slippery she was. Her brand new necklace, adorned with the rune Dagaz in a braided silver strand, shone of sweat and power as he kept her in ecstasy as she fought for his. She was very energe tic, and while his tension built slowly, it did feel very good indeed, and the room was lit by a fine blue mist of Passionfire. at was the state of the environment that Professor Aurora Sinistra stepped into. To her, it was a shock to all senses. First of all, she knew Daphne. e girl was as clever as they came, and ambitious to boot, and to see the small girl working so hard to please a man when she obviously had had her fill was like a revelation. Tit for tat. e Professor concluded that Harry must have more than pleasure to offer to make Greengrass work so hard, eecially as Aurora knew about the dynamics in Slytherin house, and Daphne had never been anyone’s bitch. She was much too independent for that. Secondly, it was the sight of the little girl in reverse cowgirl on top of such a monstrous cock. e outline, the bulge of the huge member moving inside her could be clearly seen on the outside, and such a thing just wasn’t possible. e blue light in the room ambushed her senses and made her entire body tingle, and she was suddenly jealous of the little girl who had such a magnificent thing inside her, and without really thinking about it, the professor began to take off her clothes. Harry smiled as he used his new skill in touch telepathy to examine the little vixens mind. Her motivation to come to him was, surprisingly enough, exaly what she had told him when she had bopped Snape on the head with that pitcher. He was her safeguard in Slytherin house, and she used this conneion to him in order to ensure her safety. She
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didn’t really take advantage of him, though. She knew that her secure position was due to her necklace, and that necklace was given to her as she gave herself to the Sorcerer from Gryffindor. at implied that she should be loyal to him, she would serve him and do her best to anticipate his needs. She would fuck his brains out as oen as she could, and mind his best interest. In exchange for that, she had security and a future. To her, it was a great deal, and one she had volunteered for, and for him, he didn’t give up anything he wouldn’t have given her for the asking. When he concluded that he knew all he needed to, he stood up with the small girl still eared on his member, turned around and began pounding her against the back of the chair. As he drove into her, pushing her higher with each stroke, he turned to the now naked professor. She looked great. Her breasts were full and supple, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Her bush had seen no razor, but the dense coat of hair was moist, and as most of Harry’s girls were more or less shaved, it looked quite exotic to him. Her eyes were locked at his cock, and more precisely, at the point where it disappeared into the little girl. He reached out his hand towards her, and laced a bit of magic into his voice. “Come. You want to have a better look, don’t you?” a daze, she approached andbreast knelt with beside him. Hesitantly, reached out withballs her handInand cupped the little girl’s one hand and the she magnificent male’s with the other. She moved that hand to the girl’s clit as he slowly pulled out of her. e professor couldn’t believe the sight of it. Inch aer inch were pulled out, and it never seemed to end. As the head finally became visible, she couldn’t help herself but to pounce and take it in her mouth. Harry smiled indulgently, and pushed his hand into Daphne’s little pussy, enjoying the stretching feeling around his hand as well as she enjoyed the different kind of stimulation. Using the telepathic conta, he gave her a couple of orders, and he could feel her mental smile in reonse. Almost bonelessly, thanks to the potion, she slid out of the chair as Harry morphed himself even bigger and much more muscular. He grabbed the dazed professor, lied her up and put her in the chair facing him. He leaned forward, allowing her to take his crown in her mouth, and her experience showed as she immediately followed with her hands, giving him a fantastic blow job. Daphne crawled in between his legs, and her Head of House made an interesting start as the little girl parted the Professor’s bush with her tongue. When the older woman was close to coming, Harry pulled out of her mouth, trailing his cock down her body to her soaked pussy as Daphne, always prepared, poured her are dose of the potion down her Professor’s throat. When the interesting wobble that indicated a successful dosing had passed, Harry pushed into her, making her howl in a powerful, extended orgasm as the pressure of the giant member inside her refused to let her down again. With a vicious gleam in her eyes, Daphne licked the older woman’s breasts for the full two minutes that Harry kept her going from peak to peak without rest. Finally, Harry couldn’t hold it in any more, and he pulled out, letting his thick ropes coil over both women’s faces, and Daphne’s darting, pink tongue caught as much as she could. Professor Sinistra was utterly ent, completely tamed as the sixthyear girl licked her face and brea sts clean of semen. She tried to stand again and again, but her body refused to obey . Harry, who had buckled to the floor as well manage d to stand up before she could even move a muscle, and he helped her up with a strong grip with his powerful arms. “So, Professor,” he said with a dazzling smile, “is there anything else I can do for
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“A book.” “What’s in the book?” “Words.” She smiled as she recognised a piece from a play they had been forced to read growing up. “So, you’re the Prince of Denmark, then?” He smiled at her. “Personally, I’d say Bottom. If there ever was a mule-headed bloke, it’s got to be me, right?” “It looks like you’re doing better. e Ship out back looks almost complete.” “Some Uneakables have been helping me. ey are very curious . In all senses of the word, frankly. I think Miss Blue wants to sleep with me, but that’s probably the cuckoo talking.” “e cuckoo?” “Yeah. at’s what I call the more bizarre impulses I get. As long as I’m aware of them, they can’t do much damage. You’ve been here a while now. You arrived Saturday, and unless I’m off again, it’s Wednesday now. What about classes?” “I’m covered. is last Friday, Harry Bonded me, so I have access to the knowledge of all his Bonded. Some of my sisters are dead smart.” “So, you discovered our little Family Secret, then?” “You know about it?” “Yes. Mr Green told me about it in their initial survey they made on me. I can’t express it fully, just bits and pieces, but you just might. It’s sort of funny. Me, the figurehead of the unthinking bigots, a part-human.” “So, what are we, then?” “You’ll figure it out. Aer all, the whole thing might have been the Cuckoo talking again. Of course, some of the things it says makes sense. We’re about to be attacked.” He hadn’t even stopped talking when the alarms went off and the sky outside went orange. at meant, according to the drills they made when they were kids, that the primary Wards had fallen. Ginny’s understanding of the situation had a very peculiar effe. e Bond flooded her mind with rage. Neither Huldr nor Lake Wardens were very big on law-suits. If someone attacked them, they killed, and those instins poured into the young girl’s mind and settled nicely. Jorunn’s darker nature, and the bloodlust she tried so hard to control pushed many of the buttons that Riddle once had installed in Ginny’s mind, and this time, he wouldn’t like it. e young redhead, her mind full of rage and fire, looked at her brother. “Let’s kill ’em.” With a rather feral grin, he reonded. “Let’s make all the little pieces regret the idea to attack us.” *
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“Yo! umbs out of wherever, and combat ready two minutes ago. ere’s an attack in the making at the Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon. e latest Bonded is visiting her family there. Jocke, you’re in charge.” “Just pull your undies out of your ass-crack, Björn. If you run to the arch, you might beat us there. We’re coming.” e Einharjers assembled their combat gear with the swi and economical moves of the well-trained soldier, and within twenty seconds, thirty men and women were running for the Arch. *
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She heard her brother still chuckling behind her, and turned to look at him. He was sitting on the ground, closing a wound on his calf and laughing. “Ginny, you’re quite a sight, you know. ankfully, you don’t have the serpent quality of our foremother, but you’re still the hottest babe in Britain, I’d bet. Try to put out the flames if you can. ink wet thoughts or something.” For a second, she thought that her brother had gone completely chocolate cauldron, but then she looked down on herself and she had to admit that she did look hot. Positively smoking, in fa. Red flames crossed her skin in random waves, rippling over her in patterns that formed and dissolved instantly. Somewhat inconsequently, she realised that she was stark naked in front of a hundred people, and arranged the flames to form a kind of swimsuit of fire that at least obscured her salient points. She had no idea how she did it, but she let the flames die down excepting the fiery one-piece and her hair that persisted in flickering and flaming in the gentle breeze. ere was a creaking sound behind her. She turned to the Burrow and her mother, who had just opened the door. “Gi ... Ginny? Is that really you?” “Yes Mum. is appears to be the real me, and it’s what I’ve always been. I like it.” “I ... see. Do you know what you are? I’ve never seen anything like it ... you ... Oh, you know what I mean.” e matronly woman was shocked and flustered, but she smiled at the crowd as they sniggered a bit at her consternation. “I don’t have a clue. Ron? You know things, don’t you?” “Why yes, I do, sister dear. Mount Everest is bloody high. I know many other things as well. Was there something ecial?” “Git. What am I?” “You’re, well, all Weasleys are, part Efreet. It’s some kind of desert fire irit, of the Djinnih family. Fiery, vindiive, and some can fulfil wishes. I’d guess our fore-mother had something of a knack for that fertility. It’s tied a chromylome something like that, meaning only girls can to getsomething the whole called package, because half or of blokes’ chromylomes are the wrong kind. We’re Hetero-gay-mates, I think it was, and all girls are Homo’s. I guess you can tell that I didn’t really get it.” “But pumpkin, if you’re Homo, how can you be pregnant?” At this, Johann Schweitzer, the Legionnaire medic, stepped forward. “Lady Weasley, Homogametic means that both the gender chromosomes are the same kind. at’s basically how your bodies know that you’re female. It’s quite complicated, but it’s basic knowledge for Muggle healers. Why don’t you all come with us back to the Castle and I’ll tell you all about it when I can hold a proper leure. Rooms are ready.” e clipped, but friendly words of the German wizard seemed to set the almost pathologically maternal woman at ease, but it was the stocky Einharjer who won her over, as Björn filled in. “You might wish to leave here for a few hours anyway. ere’s a lot of le-over barbecue here that needs to be cleared away, and we really should get your eldest here so he can put some proper Wards up, ones with teeth. Lord Potter will, of course, wish
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for all his children to know the closest thing he has to a real family, so the place needs to be safe.” at cemented the whole thing as far as Molly was concerned. Her daughter’s pregnancy was a more or less horrible thing, but the proe of Grandchildren? Pure gold. e notion that Harry, the dear boy, would consider her a grandmother to all his children almost bowled her over, seeing as she knew that he would have loads of them. Well, she would certainly show the world who the world’s greatest Granny was! In less than a minute, she had an overnight bag in her hand and a note for her husband on the table. Another minute later, Ron and Ginny were alone at the Burrow. Ron stood up, carefully testing his leg and smiling when it seemed to work. He turned to his still flickering baby sister in the flaming one-piece fire suit. “Bloody hell, Ginny, you really showed those bastards. You okay?” Ginny stopped and thought about it. It wasn’t as simple a question as it sounded. “Yes, I am. It’s sort of funny, really. I just killed some people and I know I should be all angsty, but I just can’t feel sorry for them. It’s not that they attacked me or you or the Burrow, but if I die, my Master would be upset and I can’t allow that.” Ron grinned, in a slightly disturbed way. “It would be against his Wishes, I’d bet. You really are the dream girlfriend, aren’t you?” “I’ll be the ideal moth er of his children, anyway. I’ll better get back. You want to come? I’m sure Harry wouldn’t mind.” He waved her off. “Nah, I’m good. I have a ship to finish. Once it’s ready, I’d like to come visit you, if I may?” “Sure. I’ll tell Stina to expe a ship in her Loch sometime.” “anks, Sis. Now, get back home and just be pregna nt. You’re still burning, you know that?” “Damn. I’ll figure it out, I guess. At least it’s not my whole body anymore. See you around, big brother.” “See you, Sis.” As the Arch carrie d her away, Ron returned to his work. Some more grappling guns and cannons might just be a good idea. He winced as something smarted in his repaired leg, and reminded himself to ask Mr Brown for some kind of automatic Healing equipment. also added to his mental as insane as He he thought, butbedding he had Ms a lotBlue of fun with it. checklist. He may not be quite *
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Harry trusted the people who called himself His people, and he still trusted the people in the Order to have made the Burrow safe, but it didn’t sit well with him to have a Bonded under attack and just stay in school. His communicator had already told him that the battle was over, that Ginny had fought off the entire thing before the back-up arrived, and that his Bonded was a very hot girl. He didn’t really understand why the last part had been added. He knew she was, but he would no doubt learn what it was all about eventually. Right now, he was aually supposed to be a bit more concerned about the magical polarity of Jupiter, and the lance of magical energy that apparently shot out from the red ot. Well, he was supposed to be quiet as well. Madam Pince had been glaring at him a few times already just because of the girls who kept staring at him and giggling too loud. It wasn’t his fault! e only thing he could really do about the situation at the Burrow was to bump up the destruion of Riddle and his supporters a few places on his timetable. He’d have to talk to Neville about that. Well, that would probably have to happen a little later, seeing as his girls had broken the Longbottom’s out of the long term ward at St. Mungo’s. As the healers had voiced some rather unattraive opinions of the abilities of ’domestic animals’, the girls had simply grabbed the debilita ted couple and Arched out. Stina had aually prepared a eech for him to use if someone complained about it. Having a Bonded with a mind like the biggest notebook in existence did have its perks. “Eh, Harry? I’m sure the Professor can read it, but it’s customary to use English in your essays, except of course in Ancient Runes, and even there, the usual format for the text is the normal alphabet unless the essay is supposed to highlight the expressive forms of various other written languages. In case you can’t tell, you’re writing in Norse, using the modern Runes that aren’t even taught here.” “anks Hermione. I’m a bit distraed right now, and I aually didn’t notice. Have you heard anything from the grapevine?” “No, not really. ere are some rumours about the whole Armies of Magic, that’s the new popular name for your troops, launching an attack somewhere. I’ve not tried very hard to squash those rumours, but I’ve indicated that it was just a small expeditionary force moving out on a drill or something. ere’s nothing solid going on there. What’s really happening?” “Someone tried to take out Ginny and her family. ose we care about are safe, those we don’t care about are dead. at’s pretty much all I know.” “What about the other Bonded?” “ey’re all safe and home. ere’s a bit of a proje going on, and they’re all calm concerning Ginny. You wouldn’t believe the rage they went into during the attack, until Stina and my own mental guardian more or less shut me out of the proceedings. Apparently, I need to learn to trust the people close to me to be able to do their jobs without me hanging over their shoulders.” He stretched and groaned a bit. “Have you seen Daphne or Pet Tracey around? I need to relax, I think.” He knew that it was a fairly mean thing to do as he heard her breath hitch a bit, and he smiled to himself as he almost could hear her nipples contra. She answered slowly.
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“No, not for a while. If you don’t mind waiting an hour or two, I guess I could find them, but there might be other ways to work off some tension closer at hand.” Her voice was a low purr, and her offer couldn’t be more obvious if she had painted a sign in six languages — with moving illustrations. It fit rather well into his hastily concoed plan, so he rose from the chair and summoned a bunch of old and rare tomes to his study-table and discreetly put some powerful but ecific attention-repelling charms over the immediate area. He also made sure that she didn’t notice them at all before he grabbed her and laid her down on her back on top of the books. “Don’t worry about the books. ey’re Indestruible for the moment.” He whiered to the brown-haired witch with the glazed eyes. Her breathing was heavy as he Switched her clothes off her body, making them fly through the air but keeping them inside the warded ace. He saw her looking around through the shelves of the library, looking for people who could see them, and as he noticed her disappointment at the lack of such, he craed a couple of illusions, making it sound like there was someone just on the other side of the nearest shelf and making illusory people walk by, just out of sight. As the almost orgasming witch was naked in front of him, he started to untie his trousers slowly. He felt more than a little silly doing it, but her eyes, fully dilated, dark with passion and desire made it worth it. As he penetrated her, unobtrusively morphed down as she didn’t have her potion, she arched her back, trying deerately to orgasm as quietly as possible and failing quite a bit. As Harry drove into her again and again, slowly but steadily, Hermione was forced from peak to peak but Harry just kept going. He was distraing himself by craing illusions of unidentifiable people stopping by and staring at the couple coupling in the library. He was rather proud of his image of Madam Pince, but Hermione had had her eyes closed just then and missed the whole thing. It was better than perfe, though, when Professor Sinistra — the real one — came by. at was one of the ecific parts of the wards he had used. e Head of Slytherin House was made aware of the nature and reason for the wards, and encouraged to partake somewhat, and she was. “Please, Mr. Potter, tell me what this is supposed to mean?” He his his smile as he felt Hermione tense up at the obvious presence of a Professor. He also felt her getting even wetter as he turned his head to look into the merrily dancing eyes of the Astronomy Professor. “I believe it’s an exercise in Field Dynamics, Professor,” he deadpanned as the professor looked at his attempts at an essay. “I see. You postulate that Jupiter ejes its vital energy through the ot to relieve internal pressure?” “ere are many similar instances in the universe, don’t you agree, Professor?” “ere are, but rarely to such an impressive extent. e sheer size of the ejeing mechanism must be most impressive. What do you think, Miss Granger?” e professor turned to the naked, sweaty, and thoroughly impaled girl on the table without letting on that anything was out of the ordinary. Hermione tried her best to answer in kind, but Harry chose that moment to turn her on her side, making sure he hit her ot with every stroke, and letting his Fire touch her gently at the same time. “I’d agree ... that the ej ... ejeing device is ... the greatest of it’s ... kind in the ... solar system.”
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Harry couldn’t contain his slight snort at the perfe double entendre, and he could tell that the Professor was impressed as well, and also that she was getting turned on at a brisk pace. e absurd situation, and the smells from both women were coming close to overpowering him, but he did feel that his task was done. He decided to relax and just go with the flow. Once he let his control go, he began building inside Hermione’s wetness at an almost alarming rate, something that the Professor picked up on. “I see. You’re as usual most knowledgeable of such matters, Miss Granger. Would you agree that harvesting the ejeed mass would be beneficial?” e adult woman asked with interest as she smirked a bit at Harry and licked her lips. “Oh, very much ... so. ... Undoubtedly ... beneficial. Needs testing.” Hermione smiled too, as the professor quickly bent down over the schoolgirl and dislodged the pulsing member from her opening, popping it into her mouth. As the talented and skilled woman showed the young man the value of experience, Hermione rolled off the table, and as Harry unloaded into Professor Sinistra’s eager mouth, Hermione was right there, catching the overflow. As the ent young man sank down on the chair again, the girl and the woman met in a nice sharing kiss before the Professor stood and straightened her robes and le without a word. Harry raised his hand and let his Magic flow, returning the books and clearing the air, removing all traces of the proceedings from the area before taking the wards down. “Harry?” “Yes, Mia?” “at was brilliant. ank Tonks or Stina for me, will you? Which one was it, by the way?” “Tonks is guarding Percy today, and Stina is busy in the Loch. She has a very difficult proje right now.” “But ... Who was ... You’re not saying ... ?” “at, my dear Hermione, was Professor Aurora Sinistra. e very same professor who taught us all about conjunions between Jupiter and Uranus since our first year here. e real professor. You kissed her.” He silenced the area quickly. If Hermione were banned from the library for having a howling, instant orgasm, she would be heartbroken. But it was fun. *
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lost, there’s no going back, I’m told. Anyway, why don’t you go see your folks? If you bring your Gran, do remind her to dress cooler, though.” Neville, Lord Longbottom, looked like someone had slapped him with a freshly caught trout, and as he turned and le, he missed the door and banged his shoulder, but he didn’t really notice. A new chapter was being written in the Book of Longbottom. He wondered absently how it would end. *
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Dear Master Fafnersson. I hope this letter finds you in good health, and far away from us. My name is Chon’z, and I represent the Council of Ebon Shades. e council was formed by beings of Darkness, but not malevolence, as a way for us to support each other in the struggle for survival that ells denying our natures. Much like your lovely and delightful Huldr, we are what we are, and what we are, are predators with humans for prey. Unfortunately, our feeding and hunting is far less pleasant than theirs, as I believe you have experienced personally, something I deeply regret, as I confess to being there myself. I also apologise for the state of this letter. Stationary is very hard to come by for us, and owls will not come near us, which yet again proves their intelligence. As we are incapable of verbal eech, and our dexterity leaves much to be desired, communication of any kind is very difficult. On behalf of the Council, I wish to thank you for your successful treatment of the Ministerial slime mold infestation called Fudge. His replacement is far superior, and we do know good Bones when we see them. Unfortunately, we are forbidden from containg any ministry representatives by the terms of our employment, but that also prevents us from raising the point to the ministry regarding their breach of said contras. We are starving to death. As Emotivores, we need a constant supply of powerful emotions to survive, but with the breakouts and shielding of prisoners that has been happening lately, we are a diminishing breed. Almost a fih of our numbers have already starved to death, and the majority was recently all in favour of joining the Dark Lord, just to get nourished. Today, however, You, Sir, are a far superior alternative WeMagic, no longer any interest in maintaining our ties tofor theallegiance. Ministry for and have we humbly ask for your acceptance and assistance in procuring a safe, alternative food source. e Council promises its full support, both in the political arena and as foot soldiers in a possible armed confli. We realise your forces might be somewhat reluant to go to battle at our side, but we have very
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Giants from all over the world, and they got along just fine, with the smaller, smarter one doing the planning and fine work, and the larger, less bright doing the large scale stuff. e Bolivian Government were employing them to put the Orichalcum mines back in business, and that made the money roll into their vaults. e Vampires, represented by the frail-looking Lady Lacrimosa, who chose her name when she was much too impressed by her own coolness, had to admit that the little girl had chilled her blood. Her own company, Street Light Modelling Agency, made good money as well, even though they mostly dealt with Muggles. Otherton was a very relaxin g place to live. It was nice to have a crypt to call home. ese sentiments were echoed in the heads of all the present representatives, and they all seemed rather shocked at just how many they were. None would be against the most energetic Miss Brown. Istvan oke up. “I say we help little Lord. I not know how, but you tell me what to do, and Rock’n’roll will do.” “We at Anywere are right with you, too.” And the list went on, until only Gringott’s had held back slightly, as they couldn’t provide much more than passive assistance to the other companies, and already were involved in several Monitoring enterprises regarding the remaining Dark elements. However, Goblins knew how to use money creatively, and proved it as strategies were laid out to put the Dark-dominated businesses out of said. e meeting continued to arrange a kind of National Guard, complete with Minutemen and rotating Rapid Reonse teams. As the meeting drew to close, Lady Lacrimosa oke. “e Lord is our Lord and rallying point, but this city is really a city in it’s own right and we need a community leader. I move for making Lavender Brown the first mayor of Otherton.” Before she even had closed her mouth from the initial shock, the girl who had resigned herself to staying a nobody with great boobs found herself a part-time Mayor of the oddest town on Earth. *
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Ginny hadn’t even known there were so many Wizarding papers. As she had Arched to a ot a few hundred meters from Kilchurn Castle just because she loved the view, she would have been completely bogged down if a guard of Legionnaires hadn’t showed up. e stinking smoke of the Wizarding Timeflashes was thick in the air, and questions were hurled at her from several dozen direions at once, and in at least four languages. “Miss Weasley, were you hurt?” “Mrs Potter, how many did you kill?” “Ginny, look this way!” “Miss Weasley, Holzman, Well-Spelled News, how long have you been nonhuman?” e last one cracked her up. She decided to stop for a second. “How long? How long do you think?” she ask ed with a smile. “Somewhere in my ancestry, there’s a non-human female. No one knew about this, as the traits are inherited on the Distaff side only, and I’m the first Weasley daughter in generations. It didn’t manifest until a Death Dietist tried to set me on fire. He managed it to a thousand percent, don’t you think?” “Mrs Potter, Tati, Le Monde Magie, Did you really kill someone in the attack against your Family home?” “I did. Please understand that whatever we may look like, none of the Ladies of Kilchurn are harmless. Harry would never, ever go for just a pretty face. He wants steel and commitment, and if any one of us is attacked, the steel comes into play. Don’t get me wrong, We’d love to be relaxed and pampered all day long, but that’s not all we are. We’re quite capable to deal with a threat, and back-up is always near. Next? “Miss Weasley, Cara, Teen Witch Weekly, Is it true that there’s a Playsentient Calendar in the works, and that you’ll be in it?” “What? No, I really don’t think so, but I’ll ask. It sounds like fun.” Ginny did notice that her mind seemed to work much faster, and she could ot some fairly insidious traps ahead of time, and defle them with ease. She stayed with the slavering horde for almost an hour before excusing herself. e crowd she le behind was a furiously scribbling one as well as a thoroughly charmed one. Finally, the colleive mind of the reporters thought, Magical Britain had its own Royal Family. Life was good. *
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“Mum? I can’t believe it ... ” “Come here, my son. It seems you’re very good at choosing friends. I’m still coming to terms with how much time has passed, and you’re no doubt used to being alone with Augusta. is will be an interesting time, these next few months.” “I guess. I have a very important job, but you’re more important. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there, and I’ll come peste ring you when I need it, too. Harry said that this house is yours for as long as you need it, and England is just an Arch away. Mind the time difference, though.” “Was Augusta right? You’re one of the main movers in the Wizengamot, one of the few who rules the country? And what’s all this about you having a Fiancé and a slave girl? Everything is so confusing.” “Where’s Dad? I think you both needs to hear the long, complicated, bizarre and hilarious story of one Harry Potter. It won’t clear anything up, but at least you’ll know more than most of what’s happening.” “He’s on the Floo, looking for work. is can’t be cheap, and we won’t be able to afford it for ...” “Mum? is place is owned by the richest man in Brita in, the true heir of Merlin and about three books worth of other titles that he doesn ’t care about. e House of Longbottom is a Vassal house to the House of Kilchurn, and he does take care of his vassals. Didn’t Gran tell you?” “I thought she didn’t want to worry us. Are you saying it’s true? Little Harry is more or less the Magical King of Britain?” “Pretty much. Not to brag, eh, oh yes, just to brag, that makes me like the prim e minister. I guess you’ll meet his Ladies before you meet him, though. Ah, this is all in the wrong order. Okay, let’s start. It was on my first train ride to school ... ” *
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of him. She was already naked, and the glow from her soly burning hair bathed them all in gentle, reddish light. e only sounds in the room were the light crackling sound from the fading embers in the fireplace, and the light sound of Gabrielle’s kisses. Ginny looked amazing. She smiled at him, and burned a little brighter as she began posing for him. He already knew how agile she was, but her ability to bend forward, put her hands on the floor, make a handstand and flip over to a standing position again without moving more than two feet forward was astonishing, and looked quite impossible. She proceeded to bend backwards, until she was aually reaching forward between her legs and putting her palms on the floor again, and in a fluid movement she landed on her hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him. e burning girl undid his trousers, pulled them off of him, and Gabrielle sank down on him. With one girl squeezin g his member inside her in a gentle rhythm and another caressing his balls while they both were kissing him, Harry really relaxed. Gabrielle didn’t ride him, she just used her fantastic Veela muscles to give him an internal wanking. As he drew close aer almost twenty minutes, Gabrielle rose a bit, and Ginny took him inside her with a twisting motion that sent him over the edge. As he had had time to build, he came quite a lot, but she kept every drop inside of her as both girls snuggled into him. “Harry?” “Yes, Ginny?” “If you make one crack, just one, about how hot I’m looking, or anything related to a redhead joke, I will hurt you.” “I look forward to you trying. ere’s just no way I can leave it alone.” “Damn. I had to try.” “I know.” “Honey, I’m a burning snake. Is that a problem?” “I don’t know. I’m opening negotiations with the Dementors. Being in love with a burning snake is par for the course, I guess.” “at’s a very strange course.” “Indeed.” *
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he cursed himself for not even trying to find out more about the whole thing, eecially on the nature of the emissary ahead of time. He had been very clear in his reonse that this would be nothing but a meet’n’greet. He had been offered back-up, of course, but he had only smiled at Björn and allowed his magic to flare a bit, making all the points he needed to. He was in his own smithy; he had his hammer, sword, and staff nearby. ere wasn’t much he needed to fear. e so knock on the door could easily have been missed, but he had been expeing it. “Come.” e door opened, revealing a gorgeous vision of fevered imagination. She was quite tall, at least a head taller than him, and the iralled hor ns made her even taller. Her leathery wings were folded up behind her back, and their black folds contrasted nicely to her vivid red skin , hid only in ots by a black leather bikini. Very small ots. She had large breasts and an inhumanly narrow waist followed by long, slender legs and he was aually surprised that the legs ended in feet instead of hooves until he saw that she only had two toes on each bare foot. Her sexiness beat aga inst his consciousness like a sledgehammer, but he didn’t have any real problems ignoring it. Her slim tail moved sinuously, and the arrowhead point twitch ed slightly. He searched inside himself and pulled out the little bits of Veela and similar magics and energized them with a smile. He may not be very proficient with the alluring magics, but two could play the game. He was a bit surprised when the entity raised her hands in submission. “Please, Master Fafnersson, no more. I don’t have the best self-control under ideal circumstances, and my conscious mind has no intention of attacking you, but Succubi have very little restraint and I’m trying very hard not to jump you.” Her feminine voice was breathy and heavy with raw desire, so he immediately relaxed the Allure. “Succubi? I always thought you were a kind of demon. I also don’t think I’ve ever heard you described like this, even though I do recognise your appearance.” “is is my natural appearance. We’re shapeshiers, of course, and I guess the Demonic reputation is caused by our largest colon ies, in Rome and Albion. Priests and monks are so tasty.” She smiled, apparently deteing his lack of either ill will or revulsion. She probably did her best to control her aura, but there wasn’t much she could do, so Harry decided to be as friendly as he dared. “So, what’s your name?” “I am called Amy, normally. Amithriabagdalah is a bit of a mouthful, and I normally pose as a thoughtless little blonde tart who couldn’t be expeed to ell a longer name. Drunken rugby players don’t go for the brainy type in their revels, and they usually blame their aching bodies and their wea kness in the morning on the drinking . ey never mention the nightmares.” “Rugby players?” “Yes, ey’re my preferred food source. ey tend to survive. I feed like your Huldr do, but I need much more on a daily basis, both semen, vitality, and I also need psychic energy. Men with weak physiques can die even if I’m care ful, and men with a lot of
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knowledge and imagination tend to suffer more from the nightmares my psychic feeding induces. I was sent to you as I haven’t killed anyone, and the Succubus community is fairly well established as non-lethal these days. We like what you’re doing, but we need no help. Anyway, our nasty cousins do.” “e Dementors? You’re cousins?” “Well, we’re emotivores, and our basic nature is fairly malevolent, no matter what we’d like it to be. However, the Dementors are much more intelligent than we are, unless they’re driven half insane by hunger. ey’re a cursed race. Once, they were something else, but these days they have to suffer a dreadful existence. I’ve met Chon’z a couple of times, and he’s a very refined being, with manners and mannerisms that are truly exquisite. Please, My Lord, give the poor guy a break. is is where I would normally read my legs, but I don’t think it’d work on you.” She smiled crookedly, flaunting her selling points in an exaggerated manner. He couldn’t help smiling at her antics. “You’re right, it wouldn’t. I’m not exaly starved in that ree. So, you and this Council want me to make some kind of habitat for the Dementors, and escort them on brief walks through crowds of Muggles or similar things to let them feed without taking too much from anyone, am I right?” “Yes, that’s about it. In return, you’ll get the support of Mankinds colleed nightmares. Before you ask, yes, I can be a very serious nightmare.” She kept preening to him, but then she stopped and sighed. “What?” She looked at him longingly, at his shoulders and arms, sweaty and shining in the light of the forge. “You sure you don’t want some? I wouldn’t mind some semen right about now. You can put it anywhere.” She sounded hopeful, but he understood that she didn’t really believe it. He could also see — and smell — that she was more than a little fidgety. “I’m quite sure. You’re sexy and all, but this is sort of the first date. I’m sure you understand.” “Not really. I’m not one to let relationships build, aer all. Ah well, there’s always another athlete somewhere.” She shrugged, and started as he moved quickly towards her, rounding her and grabbing her full, heavy breasts. “Perhaps not,” he smiled, as he built a serious bolt of Passionfire and unleached it into her body. She stood frozen, like from an eleric charg e, rather than a sexual, and her consciousness became drowned in pleasure. us bypassing all defenses, he used his telepathy to verify her story and he found that she hadn’t lied to him one bit. She really didn’t mean him any harm, and she really could be a serious nightmare. She also smelled of cinnamon and lust, and as her juices were lashing on the floor, the scent was almost overwhelming to him and he gave himself a half promise to try her out some time. When he had learnt what he needed, he released her. “Oh my. If you ever want a piece of Darkness in your bed, just let me know. I’ll be perfely safe for you, I promise.” “I’ll keep that in mind. I like the wings.”
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“anks. I’m rather fond of them myself. Until later, My Lord.” e Succubus, the unquenchable sex fiend, staggered out the door, followed by the teenagers smile. It might aually be worth it, dealing with Dementors, to get frequent conta with such an exotic piece of tart. Soon aer she had le, Ha rry did the same. He was in a most peculiar mood, half exuberant and half pensive, when he found himself cornered by Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe. “Um. M-Master Harry? e Goddess isn’t here, and we n-need her ... it ... something.” “Yes, Miss Chang?” “Er. She said when she le that you ... might be able to ...” “... Shove my cock up your arse and shag you silly, giving you that divine orgasm you need?” “Oh, yes, please!” “Sorry, but I’m busy right now. I think you need to work on your begging.”
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Chapter XXX
I’ve had to ask you twice!”
“Sure, Boss. I ain’t not for nothing minding a bit of journeying if I can kick some righteous ass once I get there. ey ain’t focking hooman. ’T ain’t right, marrying animals. Plowing them’s a bit all right, but you don’t bring a sheep to meet yer parents, right boss?” Lord Voldemort was getting a headache. is was not the dumbest person he had interviewed today. e unwashed brute in a filthy vest and some kind of ridiculo us denim trousers was a useless waste of ace, unless you were planning on harvesting large amounts of methane, but he was a one. If you got a lot of ones together you had Numbers, and he really needed Numbers. His search for such Numbers in Europe had ended badly. Even the proudest of the pure bloods did their best to keep their names out of Kilchurn’s sights, and he heard the phrase “Magical Heritage” more and more frequently rather than the “Wizarding Heritage” he had built his organization around. He had gone to the Colonies hopingbut to find Wizardsshowed who understood theonmeaning of inherited greatness, if onegood, morereasonable of these bastards him the text a dollar coin, there would be green lights all over! In the past few weeks he had come to realize that “You-Know-Who” was dead. It was quite ironic. His greatest weapon had always been his reputation, and in the minuscule, insular world that was the Wizarding one, he had been the next best thing to a superstar or a Royal. Now, however, the Kilchurn family owned the front pages, the centerfolds, and the Notices. He had been reduced in the public eye to little more than that annoying Fletcher, who still managed to make the news every now and then. e public had developed a craving for news about the small-time crook and all his various shady deals and failures. anks to that, there wasn’t even a Villain role for the great Voldemort to play anymore, hence the need for Numbers — stupid Numbers at that. Fortunately, there were so many stupid people in the American swamplands to recruit from, and he already had a hundred men and women under his command in the Colonies. e Oalmo Insensita-charm had been dead useful though. He certainly didn’t miss his nose. Aer signing the unwashed man, the Dark Lord Voldemort, Scourge of Britain and an all out bastard, took a break. Potter was weaker now. His mentor had le; the boy was 441
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all alone. He picked up the copy of the Salem Inquisitor again, and re-read the article for the umpteenth time. Wizarding Press International
November 19, 1996
The Torch Is Passed!
John Evans Well-known and powerful Sorceror Caradoc Pritchard has departed from among us and no one knows if, or when, he shall return. Meanwhile, before his departure, he gied all his powers, possessions, titles, and lands to Harry James Potter, who now steps into the role of Lord Kilchurn. Already known for surviving where othe rs would not, Mr. Potter seems well able and trained to assume his new reonsibilities and powers. e first indication of something extraordinary about to occur came last night in the form of a notice from Kilchurn okes-wizard Neville Longbottom to sele members of the press, asking that they be broomborne over Loch Awe at dawn the next morning and prepared to follow the party that would be departing Castle Kilchurn. Further information, we were told, would be available aer the events we were to witness. Early the next morning, those of the press who were privileged to receive invitations assembled in the cold morning light and flew over the far side of the loch from the castle. As the sun finally cleared the surrounding hills, the bell in Kilchurn’s highest tower sounde d. As the deep peals rolled over the loch, three shapes took wing from the castle and flew south as we followed at a distance until the entire party arrived at Stonehenge and touched down. As we landed on our broom s, we could see Caradoc Pritchard dismounting the dragon known HankElaine while Harry Potter dismounted from from a silver-hued dragon andasLady alighted from a firedrake which promptly resumed its human form as the Lady Ginevra. e party moved to the center of Stonehenge, becoming skyclad as they did so, where the two sorcerers stood facing each other with one Lady standing second behind each. With simultaneous arm gestures, these sorcerers created a powerful shielding ward that prevented any closer approach by the press party as well as proteed it. e two powerful men talked for a few minutes and then began a power ful ritual. A glowing nimbus surrounded the entire party, so bright that only shadowy outlines the four individuals couldus.beAer seen.first ethe glow around sorcerersofthen intensified, blinding glow, thenthe thetwo nimbus subsided, both men showed equally powerful auras which shrunk into them as they became fully aware aer the ritual. Bowing to each other, the two powerful men led the party north-west to the burial mounds, effortlessly moving their ward with them. At the mounds, they embraced
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once again before Caradoc Pritchard appeared to sink into the ground atop one of the mounds. Mr. Potter dropped the ward and invited us to join them for the return to Castle Kilchurn via their tranortation Arch, a far more comfortable means of travel than portkey or floo. Once back at his home, Harry James Potter held a short press conference where he explained that Caradoc Pritchard’s role here was finished and that all of his powers, possessions, titles, and lands had been transferred to Mr. Potter, who gave an impromptu demonstration that he could indeed do the same magical as that his mentor had. With this, we were dismissed to file our stories. Yet, this story cannot be filed without asking, again, “Who is Caradoc Pritchard and why did he show up now?” One hint to this answer lies in the old legends that Merlin rests in the mounds, where Caradoc Pritchard disappeared, until such time as he is needed to prote England. We have to ask if he did indeed return to properly train Harry James Potter, as he once trained another young man, in order to properly prote England? In any case, we can be very thankful that a powerful and welltrained sorcerer still resides at Kilchurn Castle, ready to defend the Light and repel the Dark. *
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studying everything he could on the history and culture of all the various races, and even the languages. He already oke a passable Gobbledegook, decent Norse for the Wolf- and Bear-runners, and indecent Norse for the Huldr. He had already been fluent in French, German, and Spanish, as well as, for some reason, Swedish and Norwegian. In his dealings with the citizens of Otherton, he even used a different surname, and people was slowly gaining ree for Frank Croaker as a man who listened and understood, even if he didn’t agree. Alice was working with her husband and Hermione on writing better books, where Alice added ecial seions for an Auror edition for Hermione’s Guide to the Sentients, listing the pros and cons of all the ecies from a law-enforcement point of view. It was, aer all, possible to sexually assault a Huldr, and such a rape shouldn’t be judged more leniently just because the viim was a sexual being. Without consent, it’s non-consensual, aer all. It took her 10,000 words to explain that properly but it had to be done. e chapter on Lake Wardens ended with a simple urging: “If at all possible, Recruit!” Neville had sniggered at that. Shapeshiing, invulnerable aurors. ere’s a thought. He shuffled his papers a bit and found the To-do-list for Christmas. It was going to be grand. Invites werewould being be sent out to all magical families with theme children in all of Great Britain, and Otherton transformed to a great Christmas park. ere were enough abilities on weather magic in the town to guarantee snow, and there would be Santa Claus galore everywhere. With real elves to boot. e waitresses would be gallivan ting around giving out eggnog and hot iced wine to everybody, there would be living theatre and all kinds of things that Neville had never heard of. e Huldr were already making sure that there was enough willow planted in pots to make grow into gis. Aer all, it would only take four Huldr, four potted willows and twentyminutestomakeawholediningtableinonepieceofcarefullygrownwood. Willow was a fast-growing tree naturally, but when the Huldr bent their wills to the task, it was incredible. He had a rocking chair made that way in his private chambers in the Castle himself. e only bad thing with it all was that it hadn’t been his idea. Lavender had gone from ‘the girl with the boobs’ to a veritable dynamo of social and economic power. e people had made her the Mayor, and she made sure that they didn’t regret it. She was everywhere, and Neville realised that he wouldn’t be able to get as much done as he did without her. Her Boutique had become a place for the rich and famous, but where there was ordinary clothing for ordinary folks as well, and even the cheapest clothes looked really good. ere was some Acromantula silk in all the clothing that le the Boutique, and it had proven to be very resistant to magic, unless it was added while the silk was still wet. Praically no first-year hexes or jinxes would work through it, and one of the cornerstones of the business was the summon-proof silk knickers. ere was also the line of underwear that could only be removed by the person who put them on, and turned to steel at the first hint of violence. He had heard of married men who worked around the Huldr who bought undies like that and had their wives dress them in the morning. He wondered briefly how they went about their visits to the bathroom, but concluded that he didn’t really need to know. He leant back for a second. ere was so much to do, so he decided to dilute it all. He quickly launched his Patronus with a humble request for lunch with his Fiancé. She always
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made him feel better in minutes, and her skills in organising came very handy at times. He could also use another go at talking her out of participation in that calendar thing. She had agreed to take a more covered approach than the Huldr, but really, that didn’t say much. Perhaps he should change his own stance? Odd as it may seem at times, he knew the value of the changed mind in dealing with his future wife. She always got a bit suicious and changed her own stance in reonse to his. It was odd, but it wor ked. All in all, he was having a good time, and he really liked everything did. Life was good. Busy, but good. *
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Sippa was smiling. She wasn’t very good at it, but praice made perfe and as her Veela heritage had been recognized, she had been accepted as a permanent citizen of Otherton and even gotten herself a job. She was getting a lot of praice. Aer years of watching waiters and waitresses, man servants and all kinds of domestic workers rather than her husband, she had picked up more than she srcinally thought. anks to that, she had started to make money on teaching young House-elves and goblins the social codes of the so-called upper class. Even the saucy little Huldr wenches from the Inn paid her to teach them how to fold napkins and how to figure out the proper titles of people without asking. When the late autumn party season came rolling in, she was asked for advice on party organization oen enough to start her own busine ss. One morning, there was a sign above her door saying “e Wizard’s Staff”, and in smaller letters below, “Maid to Please.” Somewhat crude, she thought, but appropriate as the maids she found herself coordinating were Huldr and Veela aer all, and pleasing was in their blood. She no longer dyed her hair blond, so the natural silvery colour dominated, and as she let her hair grow out she found that none of her old “friends” recognized her anymore. In fa, one of them had even asked her if she knew where Narcissa Malfoy was these days. It took some serious self control to keep from giggling as she answered that no such person could be found in Britain these day s. Aer all, her name in the Otherton Floo book was Sippa White. Narcissa Malfoy was a distant, unhappy memory, like the fortunately fading memories of her husband. She would never forget Draco’s conception, though. She had been dressed up like a boy and taken anally from behind until Lucius was almost done. en, he had pushed himself inside her vagina and barely managed to unload before going limp. She would never marry a pouer again, that was for sure. e ill begotten son was dead now, and her so-called husband had simply vanished. She had half a mind to vow never to marry or have children again, but she had had enough of limits and boundaries. Besides, at the moment she didn’t miss anything. e fa that men still turned to look at her went a long way, and the little girl-cubs, Ylva and Hilde, visited every day. She had become a friend to their family, and little by little, the life she wanted was forming around her. She had opted not to have any significant other, but for a well formed and kept woman, getting someone to scratch her occasional itches was not really a problem. Narcissa Malfoy, a miserable woman, was gone, and in her place, Sippa White was learning to be happy. *
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felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to meet the understanding eyes of her Head of House. “He’s not easy to get close to these days, Miss Bell.” e girl sighed and looked down at the table. bloody impossible, oh sorry Professor. I need to eak with him in private, but he’s “It’s never alone.” e girl blushed, but while Minerva McGonagall might be upset about a bit of coarse language, Minnie McGee was quite understanding. At least one girl in her house wasn’t just shoving her knickers in Mr Potters pocket, believing herself to be srcinal. Besides, the Professor knew a thing or two, and decided to help. “Yes he is, Miss Bell. May I inquire of your reasons? ere are too many girls around who want nothing but inches from him, but you do seem to have a different purpose in mind.” Katie shook herself, and met the Professor’s eyes. “I’m looking out for my Family . I trust Harry, but the rest of my folks are still too scared to come out in the open like all the others . I’m supposed to get some kind of personal guarantee.” “You do understand that any person with ties to Kilchurn could give you those, right?” She shrugged. “He’s the Lord. It’s a family thing. He’s the one anointed by the Goddess. He’s the one I need to talk to, if I can figure it out. I thought of sending him a gi, but he ha s everything already.” Minerva smiled. He did, and he wouldn’t be very impressed by a new broom, or even a strange girl in bed. He had begun to chase them away now , but there was one thing within her area of expertise that the young Sorcerer might appreciate. “I understand, and while Mr Longbottom might get annoyed with me, I will assist you. You’re from Orkney, and I believe your family has ties to Highland Park?” Katie was confused, and let it show. “Yes, my grandfather is the Master Blender there. Why?” Minnie McGee lowered her voice and posture, mumbling in the girl’s ear. “Mr Potter may be more or less impervious to alcohol, but he has become quite the connoisseur of single malts, and his colleion is extensive. I had the opportunity to peruse his colleions, as well as hear about his favourites, a whileback , and though Highland Park was missing I do believe that the heather peat would be well received. Not to mention how much he has embraced his Norse conneions.” Katie’s smile lit up the immediate area, until she clamped down on the Charm. It was so obvious. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. All Orcadians know that we’re really Norse, posing as Brits. I’ll call home for the latest, and give it to him.” “e latest?”
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Katie’s face shone as she dove into the Family business. “Yes. It’s a 40-year-old Single Malt. Jason — Jason Craig, the manager — just cleared it, and Grandfather loves it. He says it’s a balance of toffee, dark chocolate, orange zest and heather peat smokiness; the whisky will be packaged in an oak stained wooden box complete with a 28-page leather booklet. Would he like that?” “You get some of that, and I’ll set up a meeting for you. Did you intend to work in their marketing department by any chance? You sold it nicely.” e younger woman blushed as she realised that she had gone on a small rant, but then again, she was proud to be who she was. “I’m Orcadian. We all pick it up by osmosis.” *
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He hadn’t been quite so pushy aer that, and Luna believed that the wise, perverted god of death and destruion genuinely cared for her. e Norse Pantheon was very straightforward, so Luna’s bluntness was somethin g new, but that fit right in the gang. Once, Loke had attempted to snare her into some fairly shady deal, and she had simply told him that he was being silly and, on the whole, not very nice. She had also pointed out that even Gods could do with deodorant. e roaring laughter that shook the hall had made Luna into a very popular resident, and no doors were locked to her. She was tutored in the Seidsong by Freja’s handmaiden Gullveig, and in the art of advanced and exhausting copulation by the Goddess herself. Heimdall and Mimer’s severed head taught her how to use her latent Sight and Balder tried valiantly to make her make sense. Frej’s price for admitting her was very cheap, and she had an idea that Loke might have put him up to it. It was fun, though. *
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She closed her eyes. Apparently, today’s personality had other phobias than the usual iders. Luckily, the ones with phobias usually had a great carnal imagination. “I have a really skimpy sailor outfit, and I expe to be your First Mate on board...” e young man straightened up and grinned. “Well then, Matey, let’s see where we can find a northbound wind.” “Northbound?” “Yup. at’s what the cuckoo says, and I think it means business.” “Well then, let’s not leave the poor bird waiting.” *
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she could even whine in disappointment, it was shoved down her throat, and her belly filled with lovely, thick semen. e man le, before Marietta’s abused digestive tra revolted and she vomited on the floor before she collapsed. She was sated. She was all right again. It had been wonderful and glorious and she felt so loved. Lying on the floor in the secret room, with a pool of cooling regurgitated semen beside her and bloodstains on her clothes, she fell asleep. Harry, on the other hand, was fleeing. She must have been insane, pushing herself onto him like that before he had time to morph himself down. e pleasure she had felt was his frantic attempts to heal her as she willingly tore herself apart on his flesh. She had torn just about all the so tissue inside her, and the bleeding had been massive even before he had managed to stitch her together again. When he had fixed her insides and managed to avoid any further injuries, he had tried to use his mental abilities to check to see if there was any more injured areas, and instead, his mind had been inflamed by her deranged desire. If this was what his passionfire could create, he would never, ever use it again. Once he had dealt with Cho, of course. He had promised his … colleague? Sister? Luna, anyway, that he would ten d the most urgent needs of her pets. e plan had been tofirst briefly shag her,Cho flashwould her and be done with atto,plan nottruss survive proverbial encounter. be different. If heit.had he did would herthe up like a Christmas turkey before basting her. He would not do anything like that again. His consorts could take it, but they were stronger than humans in that ree. He suddenly felt Jorunn in the Bond. Master? Don’t worry about it. She’s fine, and no lasting harm was done, but you’re right about one thing. We were made for you. Get back to your own castle now and get some real shagging done. I’m waiting, and Gabrielle is too horny for us to keep up with her. She needs you, I need you and we really need to discuss Christmas. anks Love. I have some things to settle here first, but then I’ll come over. Have I been negleing you? Just a little. I’m beginning to feel a little feral, and you know how I hate that. I’m sorry. See you in just a little while. Suddenly in a much better mood, he strode purposefully downstairs, towards his smithy and the Arching chamber. *
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empathic ability, ad she smiled as she sensed that he wasn’t even aware of the glow, or that the rain and cold of the November night didn’t touch his bare arms. As she watched him sit down, she poured two cups of tea and two Glencairns of A’bunadh. For some reason, even the people of Otherton who never drank alcoho l had some finer whisky at home, just in case the Lord would show up. Putting the cups and glasses on a tray, she walked out to greet her Lord. “My Lord? Some tea? It’s a cold night.” e young Lord made a small start, then smiled at her and made the rain avoid the bench with a gesture. “ank you. I hadn’t really noticed .... Mrs Malfoy?” She smiled briefly at his astonished face, and the trace of wariness, before correing him. “Sippa White, these days. I owe you more than you can ever understand, and I bear you no ill will at all.” She held the tray suended in the air with a little charm, and expanded it into a table. e young man sampled the whisky with care. “ank you. Hmm. Cask strength, Speyside .. Aberlour A’bunadh?” “Very good, My Lord. is is an amazing place. Do you even know how loved you are in these parts?” He sipped the tea and seemed to consider her question very carefully. “No. Not really. It’s not like I have some kind of Master plan. I just do things, one aer another. It seems to be working. You make me curious, however. I remember quite clearly how you used to be, and this is a remarkable change.” “Aually, not so much. You’re married to a Veela, so you should know how we conform to be ideal wives?” He grinned at her, and she found herself wondering just what his ideals would be, before he answered. “Somewhat. I think the rules are different for me for some reason.” She felt her body reond to his thoughts, even though he hadn’t exaly been thinking about her. He had an incredibly dominating presence, and she found herself wishing he would just take her right there, even though she knew she was old enough to be his mother — literally, as his mother had been two years behind her in school. She forced herself to focus again and continue a civilised conversation. “Quite. Now, while your wife conforms with her whole being, my limited heritage forced me to conform outwardly, but Lucius’ demands on me never changed the core of my being. I don’t think you can understand the self-loathing it created, knowing that I was aing in a way so completely contradiory to my inner self. When Lucius lost his magic — well, most of it — his influence was almost eliminated. I was still caught, however, by the image that my offring had of me. When your servants arranged his death, I was set free.” “But ... don’t you resent the death of your offring?”
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“I did at the time, of course. Now that Freedom has descended upon me, I shed no tears for that load that really should have stayed in my backside ... Oh, I’m sorry.” She blushed profusely. It had not been her intention to use such crude language in front of her Lord, but he had somehow made her think with less decency than she usually employed, and he didn’t seem to mind the rudeness, either. “Don’t be. I’ve said similar things about him myself. Not about you, though.” “ank you. I would have deserved it, though.” “No one deserved Draco, and he deserved no one. He died without my dire influence, or even knowledge, but the reonsible parties did a according to the standing instruions. I’m sorry, but your husband and son were counter-produive to progress and happiness, and were very unlikely to ever change. ey would have had to be removed sooner or later.” “Are those your goals? Most worthy, and had it come from someone else, I would have sueed some interesting herbology behind the notions. Don’t be sorry about them; I’m not. I’m living and contributing in the most amazing town in the world. I’m running a business, myself, andPureblood I haven’t even touched the Malfoy other than freeze themanaging contributions to the agenda. If I were to turnfortune the mansion into to a Muggle Hotel, could I do it under your proteion?” She smiled impishly, and Harry grinned widely. “You know, I really like that idea. Talk to Neville about that. I’ll let him know you’re coming, and that I’m positive to it, but he has all the details.” Now was the time. She steeled herself, but knew that he noticed her claed hands and general tension. “My Lord? I have two uncomfortable questions. My sister did deserve to die . She conformed completely, and could never have broken free even if she had wanted to. She was a mad dog, and I would have put her down myself if I had had the power, but she inherited the enhanced core, and I wouldn’t have had a chance. I still need to know how she died.” He was quiet for a second. When he answered, it was with a very low voice. “Are you sure? It’s not pretty, and I’m a bit ashamed of it.” She didn’t hesitate. “She killed Cousin Sirius. She deserved whatever you did.” She had been around enough politicians to notice his vague tone. She assumed that he was taking the blame for someone else, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t know why, but she needed to know how her sister had died. “My passionfire is addiive. If I zap you a few times, nothing else will do and I really overdid my zapping on her. She died of internal bleeding, having torn her own insides apart on a really huge penis, and she still begged for more. I’m sorry.” ere it was. He had more or less told her that he didn’t do it himself, but that he was still reonsible, and he took the reonsibility willingly even if he wasn’t too thrilled about it. He was a good leader. It must have been Longbottom, and he did have reason,
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the poor boy. All things considered, it was exaly the kind of punishment her sister had deserved, and delivered by the most appropriate person as well. “Don’t be. It was somewhat ... fitting. She may have been in pain , but enjoying it. She destroyed herself, possibly knowing what she was doing and thus, she died as she lived. Now, the next uncomfortable question. I have heard that you are oath-bound to impregnate any female who asks. Is it true?” He made a double take. Uncomfortably enough, the change of subje wasn’t complete. “Any appropriate female, yes. ere may be preventing circumstances, though.” She smiled, with care not to be seduive but supportive. “How many are pregnant by you at this time?” She almost laughed when the boy, so young and still quite innocent, frowned and started counting. “Let’s see. Six, I think. My wife, one of my consorts, and the Patil twin s have just conceived again, having already transferred one set of fertilized eggs to two other mothers in India.” She arched an eyebrow and decided to chang e the tone a bit. Adopting a slightly saucy tone, she reonded. “Poor girls. Being pregnant by you, without getting the fun part. at’s a bum deal if I ever heard of one.” He grinned in reonse to her wistful tone. “I can’t be everywhere.” “Have you tried? Never mind. One day, I may ask for a child. Would I be appropriate?” “Yes, you would. I ask you to wait a while, though.” Amusingly enough, he didn’t blush. She felt annoyed by that for a second. She had praically said that she wanted to have sex with him. at really shouldn’t be treated like an everyday occurrence! en she remembered that for this young man, such offers were. “Certainly. I’m too busy right now. One day I might ask, that’s all. Well, My Lord, It was nice to talk to you, but I believe you have other ladies waiting. I will take the hotel idea to Lord Neville, and do have a nice and strenuous night.” She offered her hand, and to her amused surprise, he bowed and kissed it before he walked away, and the rain resumed its moisturising task. She smiled as she walked back to her house. Her loins had almost atrophied in the last years, but now, a most welcome burning sensation was reminding her of her gender. Perhaps she should see if her fingers remembered what to do. Life was better than it had been for a long time, and it looked like it was improving again. Sometimes, she had been told, the sun could rise in the middle of the night, and the light of the Midnight Sun was supposed to be magical. She had believed that her personal sun had set a long time ago, but there it was, walking away through the cold November
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“It seems a shame,” the walrus said, “To play t h e m s u ch a t r i c k , Amy awoke at the onset of twilight. e best thing, she thought, about staying in a place like this was the dimensions. It was huge. She stepped out of her guest-cell and strolled down to a large room, supposedly an armoury of old, where the ceiling was high enough and stretched. Now, Succubi wouldn’t be considered as sexy or graceful if more people ever saw them stretch. First the arms, causing the fringe of hair near the elbows to stand on end, then the legs. Many thought that she was tiptoeing, when in reality, her foot was really only the small dividedaarea that looked stoutfor toes, andtruly whatridiculous people believed to be her heel was aually backward knee.like attwo made some postures as she stretched every joint, every tendon in her nimble body until finishing with her wings and her tail. e large, black membra nes were stretched until almost tranarent, and as she shuddered in pleasure, a loud thrumming sound was released. Her tail was rigid and bent backwards almost to her shoulders, and with arms and legs stretched, the stiff arching tail and the read wings vibrating to make her hair stand out like a black halo, she looked patently ridiculous. Of course, as soon as she relaxed with a happy little sigh, her natural allure and megawatt-sexuality resumed transmissions. She would have to go back to Manchester soon. Soon. Not today, though, but soon. She had lost count on how many days she had told herself that very thing. She jumped when she heard a voice behind her. “You know, if you simply ask my husband to fuck you, it will save you a lot of time. You’re welcome to stay, of course, but I thought you wanted to go back home.” Amy turned to see the Ladies Gabrielle and Ginevra sitting in a window-niche. Gabrielle had taken to projeing a kind of silvery light with arkling swirls in her long hair, to match the flickering flames of Ginevra. e fiery hair of the young Lady was quite striking, and it didn’t set her clothes on fire any more, even though it was still very warm to 457
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the touch. She had permanently removed her pubic hair, though. Apparently her flames got hotter as she did, and she had set her Lord’s pubes on fire twice before reaching the inevitable conclusion. Amy approved. “My sisters would laugh at me if I did. We’re not supposed to ask, knickers in hand. We’re supposed to take the men we want, but he’d ank me if I tried, and not in the good way, either. e other option is ’Why, Rhett, whatever are you thinking?’ and your husband just won’t give a damn.” ey laughed at the images she had presented, from the pout at the anking comment to the wide-eyed, brainless Southern Belle. She was quite proud of her shape-shiing abilities, even though she couldn’t fool any one in the Castle, as she wasn’t exaly the only morphologically gied resident. “Don’t worry,” Gabrielle giggled, “You’ll get there. I’ll take you under my personal wing, and everything will be all right.” As she oke, she revealed her latest trick, courtesy of her maternal Veela hormones, and changed her arms into huge wings. “Yes, honey, you need to be more flexible, and turn up the heat a bit,” laughed Ginny, transforming to her Naga-shape, and releasing full flames. “Oh, Sugar,” she continued when she realized that she had torched anotherher robe. Amy thought that for all her fire and sheer viciousness, the Lady Ginevra had things to learn when it came to swearing. e unlikely trio of the angelic, pregnant Veela, the redskinned sex fiend, and the hovering burning snake-babe strolled – or dried – towards Ginny’s chambers. Sometimes, it was very nice to be in a place where everybody knew your shape. *
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In the face of such compelling logic, Ron had simply nodded and returned to the bridge. ere was one area that she hadn ’t been quite succes sful in to this point. She had dressed in skimpy outfits, flashed him “accidentally”, given him all sorts of hints and he still hadn’t done anything about it. It was time for some drastic measures. On Ron’s side, he was having a great time. He had his Ship, he had a good figurehead and his First Mate had a pretty good figure below her head as well. He was fairly certain that she had tried to come on to him a few times, but he wasn’t sure. It could be the cuckoo talking, and the one thing he didn’t want to do was to show a woman less ree than she expeed. Or something like that, anyway. He was srcinally shy, and while he didn’t have to be unless he wanted to, it was a habit. She drove him nuts, though. e way she always bent at the waist to pick things up, the way she refused to wear a bra, and the way she always walked across the deck covered in a towel that didn’t quite cover anything, really. He kept his hands firmly on the wheel when he saw her get up and approach him. “Captain? I’ll be in my cabin masturbating for a while. Or would you like to join me for some wild sweaty fucking?” e wheel creaked as the figurehead took control of the course. e Klaboutermannikin direed the ship into the clouds, and adjusted the course with booming sails as the high altitude jet-winds caught them and hurled them towards Lambohov. She had been guiding ships for centuries, and had had her fair share of mad captains, but this one was a lot more fun than most and flying was so much fun than the more mundane sailing. She would care for him. e Goddess knew he couldn’t care for himself. *
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“Morning, Love”, he whiered and smiled as her nipples immediately contraed. “Sleep well?” “Oh, just purr-fe. Sometimes I really envy cats. is would be a great time to start purring. Would you pet me, please?” He smiled gently, and started stroking his feral lover while she preened under his hands, flexing and twisting to give him full access. He was slightly surprised that she didn’t dire his hands between her legs, but she seemed perfely content being stroked and scratched like a cat or a dog. He certainly didn’t mind, and he almost giggled when his lovely firm pillows started to vibrate, and the unmistakable sound of purring filled the room. Disa’s voice had a cute little vibrato when she oke. “Good morning, and yes, it’s a good time to have a feline second form. Aually, I didn’t know Lynx could purr until I tried just now.” Jorunn twisted herself downwards on the pile that was slowly reforming to a bed, until she could look up at her Master and co-consort while caressing her own face with Harry’s hardening member. She made a mock pout. “Now I’m really envious. e only even remotely funny thing I got from my vixen form is the tendency to stomp my feet if you rub my ribs. And yes, I moved to keep you both from testing that.” Harry laughed, and Disa did too, if his suddenly bouncing pillows were any indication. “Love, you’re a vixen in every inch. Have I mentioned just how much I love the two of you?” “Yes, many times. You don’t need to, though. Every time I sense that part of you in the Bond, it almost bowls me over. en, I get horny.” She emphasized her point by taking a few inches of him in her mouth with exaggerated desire on her face, until she giggled too much to keep him in. that your ground state out of being? For both you?” looked upwards, trying to see“Isn’t Disa’s face, so she wriggled from under himofuntil sheHe could push her enormous boobs in his face and look him in the eyes at the same time, while Jorunn continued to treat his member in its accustomed way. “Hmm. I guess it is. You up for another go? ere’s something I think you’ll like . Jorunn, dear, why don’t you put that sweet little cunny of yours over his face while I try my throat a bit?” Harry just lay still as his two lovely ladies crawled over him. Once or twice he was reminded that Huldr bodies were denser than humans. With two women reluant to lose body conta, knee incidents are prone to happen. He didn’t care much, as he enhanced his tongue by a couple of inches and tasted his fox-tailed lady’s depths. A new sensation almost closed down his mind, though. He had heard stories of humming but to be deep-throated by forcefully purring girl almost made the veteran ofblow-jobs, uncountable encounters pop his cork immediately. Unable to deal with the intense sensation in any construive way, he howled, and buried his face in Jorunn’s fragrant snatch. at did, in turn, make the brunette Huldr push her friend’s head even further down over their beloved Master, which made him lose focus completely. His slow and gentle repair-charm
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was broken apart, and the debris in the room started whirling around faster and faster as he rose from the tatters of the bed like a feathered Leviathan, but faster. He lied the protesting blond off him, and turned her around in the air with equal amounts of arm strength and distraught magic, and plunged into her vagina, gentle as a derailing train. As he held her shoulders, with her arms over his, he hammered every millimetre of his cock into her over and over, forcing himself deeper each time, and the power of his thrusts made her huge breasts bounce up in her face until he was getting too close. He simply dropped her into the swirling magic and grabbed Joru nn by her long hair. Pulling her close, he forced his crown between her lips and shoved himself down her throat. Aer a few full length strokes, he pulled out to let her breath, and caught the passing squirrel-tail. Honestly, he did aim for her pussy, but he missed. He didn’t care much, and by her urgings, she really didn’t mind as he forced his cock into her arse with close to unstoppable force. is time, though, he did stop when he was half way in, and twisted her around on the axis of his flesh until she was facing him. He sensed Jorunn casting something similar to the usual charm on his and Disa’s point of union, but he didn’t care much. Revelling in the incredible tightness and intense warmth of her body, he grunted in dileasure as Jorunn pulled him out, but when he looked at her, she was dilaying her own back side, with her vividly red tail waving come-hither for all its worth, and he wasn’t tardy. is time he did hit his intended target, and he took the fox-tail from behind with fierce energy that made her howl and scream and cry until he finally reached the top step of his ladder of sensations. Having le his sense behind some time ago, he kept pumping into her as he filled her insides with hot semen, and his adaptive body reonded by producing more and more semen until he finally, belatedly, passed out from exhaustion, dehydration, and brain anaemia. Jorunn just managed to be amazed before she followed him. “And I feared I was the one who would go feral.” Disa was in better shape, although thoroughly fucked through, so she was awake when Dobby showed up to survey the result of the now-aborted magic storm. e little tweedclad elf climbed slowly over the piles of debris, now completely beyond repair, and he shook his head disappointedly as he looked at the prone shape lying among the tattered and soggy remains of the bed. In the voice of someone discovering what the puppy had done to the carpet, he said. “Oh Master!” *
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Lindorms are quite beautiful, but as magical predators go, they’re patently ridiculous. Apart from their camouflage and their bizarre hunting method, they’re not really that ecial. eir iridescent scales only shine like silver when they ’re removed from the serpent. Under the influence of the living magic of the beast, they refle the surroundings, making a Lindorm very hard to see. Lindorms also have very bad eye-sight, trusting their senses of smell and elerics instead. is particular Lindorm sensed the sniper’s nervous charges, but deteed no smell or image. With reptilian patience, it settled to accumulate as much information as possible before reporting. It wasn’t particularly bright, but it remembered the signals for Strange, reat, and Come. Aer several hours, it thought it knew enough, and as soon as the sun shone for a brief moment, it adjusted the scales on its head to flash the signals towards the castle. en it settled again, its eyes locked at the ecial point of the castle, waiting for instruions. *
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in the company of his two youngest ladies and that they were all staring at his member. He forced his organ to stay down, and listened to their whiered conversation. “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s just not possible.” e Succubus sounded more wistful than disbelieving, but Gabrielle was insistent. “He Idid! Hethink cameI’llindo myit arse, me upit through myit.”throat. It almost killed me, and don’t again,and butfilled that time, was worth “Damn. And you both think he’d be powerful enough to take me, even if I get really excited? Usually, I can’t stay submissive if the guy’s any good. I always take the initiative sooner or later.” is time, Ginny took the question. “He can hold you down with one hand, or he can be really dominant and morph your body into a bond on its own.” “Like he did me that night too,” Gabrielle filled in. “He morphed my breasts so large I couldn’t stand, then he fucked my nipples. He aually pushed his cock into my breasts and there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t even reach my nipples, or really move at all. Trust me, he can take you if he wants to. If you want to play a rape game, all you need is a safe word. He’ll fuck your horns off.” “And he’ll come like a fountain?” “Sometimes, yes. If he knows you want it I’ m sure he can make it so. You saw the room.” “Oh yes. It must have been more than a gallon of cum on the floor, and there’s no telling how much the Huldr had inside of them. You really won’t mind if I fuck your husband?” “Nope.” Ginny reonded. “Just try to hold back a bit so you won’t Bond him, please. If it happens it happens and once you’re in the bond we will all love you, but if you can choose, please don’t.” e Succubus hesitated for a minute, before she asked in a small voice. “How do I ask a guy to pretend to rape me? I’m out of my depth here.” Harry looked at his wife with one eye, and she quickly hid her smirk aer a quick confirmation in the Bond. Instead, she asked the suddenly shy sex fiend. “You have a safe word?” “Yes. Vauxhall. It’s the greatest turnoff I know.” Knowing that, Harry used all his control to make his member as hard as possible as fast as possible, and he energized his healing magics to replenish his almost depleted reserves. As he grabbed the tail of the crimson babe, he sent quick orders to the Bonded nearby. She wanted aand fierce shagging andtime lotsto ofrea, cum, he so he needed Hepushed jerked her upright, before she had walked intobuilding her, facematerials. to face and her backwards into the wall. He grabbed her hands, bent them over her shoulders, and forced her to kneel a bit before he pressed her hands to the stone wall, where they sank in about an inch. When he let go, her hands were trapped and he stood back and smirked at her. He leaned forward towards her, and extended his index finger. He brought the tip
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close to her right nipple, and released a ark. e succubus groaned. e second ark made her moan, and when he tapped her a third time, the winged girl was almost crying and the scent of her musk was very strong. He straightened up again and summoned her le foot into his hands. He bent his magics a bit to support her awkward position before he kissed her toes. Her flowing quim was laid open to him, but he ignored it, and instead gave her leg his full attention. He kissed and licked, caressed and even pinched the so, red flesh a couple of times and she kept watching him with wide eyes, moaning, crying and sometimes sobbing in desire but he wouldn’t let her cum. Every time she got too close, he would pull back a bit and let her settle some. In the process, she discovered hundreds of erogenous zones on her leg that she hadn’t been aware of, and they coincided somehow with everywhere he put his hands. With a sudden move, he caught her swishing tail, and started to tease her leg with the point, drawing figures on her skin with it and using it as a brush with long, slow strokes. Aer a minute of this treatment, she knew that she would come in a few seconds no matter what he did to her leg, and then he dropped it. Damn. She noticed vaguely that the room had filled up, and not just with the Bonded either. She saw Stina lay her hand on the young Lord’s shoulder and a light shimmer read over his body as she filled his body up with fluids and nutrie nts. Amy was kneeling on the floor, and the Lord’s ere penis was just a few obnoxious centimetres from her mouth. By almost wrenching her shoulders out of their sockets, she managed to reach it and take the head in her mouth. He looked down on her and smiled, and then he slowly walked towards her, driving himself further and further into her mouth as she baked against the wall. When her neck was pressed against the unyielding stone, he pushed some more, and he must have morphed, because the huge, hard member made the 90 degree turn down her throat. She was very grateful that she didn’t need to breathe as she had no desire for him to pull out. Ever. She used her forked tongue as much as she could, and she could tell by his twitching that he enjoyed it. e jolt when he pulled out was fast, and she mewed in disappointment before he lied her hips and le her hanging on her wrists and some kind of unseen support under her back. She couldn’t think any more and when he moved that huge head up and down her slit, slowly and soly, she stammered and cried and tried deerately to jerk herself down and get that thing inside of her . He made like he was going to drop her again, and she was on the brink of deair, when he shoved a full foot of him into her arse. Somehow, he carried her over the limits, without allowing her to come as he ponded her insides and she felt every square millimetre of him moving inside her without allowing her to come. Later, she would never understand how he managed to turn her over without breaking both her arms, but she reasoned that he might have, and she just didn’t notice. She was lied from the floor by her tail, and finally got the monstrous member into the core of her being. She couldn’t stop herself from starting to feed from it, but this one didn’t weaken or wane, but filled her out completely as she had her fill of vital energy, andover thento some. He grabbed her shoulder, and she was thedistended wall. He carried her the bed, by his hands on her wing-joints andreleased his cockfrom in her pussy, and he pushed her head into the pillows and continued to slam into her for what seemed like an eternity. He turned her over again without pulling out, just dodging the passing wings, and he supported his weight on her breasts as he leaned down towards her and whiered.
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“Are you tamed yet? Whose are you?” “I’m ... I’m yours, your pet, your fuck toy or bed warmer or anything. Please, Master, please let me cum, pleasepleaseplease...” He lied her arse, and put the crown of his member just inside her tightest entrance, bent at down was all.to her dripping snatch, and placed a kiss – just one – on her engorged clitoris. e people in the room was expeing a violent, thundering orgasm, but the wornout Succubus simply stopped. Only Harry, who was touching her, could sense the forceful and fairly pleasant currents that had temporarily separated the red fiend from her body. He kept moving inside her, keeping himself on the brink, until her eyes fluttered, and she opened them with a brand new fire to her gaze. Still, she didn’t take control but waited for him. He stood at the side of the bed, moving inside her until he pulled out and told her. “I’m about to come. Take it.” “I want you to come in my throat,” she said, and realized her mistake immediately. “en I–won’t,” he said and began stroking himselfand justwhiered out of reach. Suddenly, one of the bonded Amy couldn’t tell who – rushed forward something to him, and his surprised look gave way to a grin. He grabbed her horns and began to fuck her face, and when she felt the tell-tale twitching, he pulled out and, of all things he could possibly do, he pressed his cock to her nose. Her highly magical body was very resilient, and she could easily get hit by a truck or gunfire and walk away more or less unhar med, but she did have a sense of smell. at meant, of course, that the inside of a Succubus’ nose is one of her very few weak ots. While her body was more or less a flexible mass, therefore capable of taking things like violence and insane male appendages with ease, her head was more or less of human design, and having semen shot into her nasal cavity – loads of semen at high velocity – gave her the most unusual sensation of pain. As she reflexively pulled away, it covered her face and got in her eyes. Semen in the eyes is naturally something of a lifestyle hazard for a sex fiend, but she didn’t have time to close the inner, tranarent eyelids, so that stung as well. Succubi don’t feel pain, normally. ey’re beyond tough, so Amy’s overcharged and battered nervous system reaed to the unaccustomed influx in the only way it knew how. Explosively. is orgasm was more along the usual lines, with asms, screams and an abundance of fluids, and as Harry manhandled her again, shoving his still ejaculating member into her arse again, her orgasm was extended even further. She didn’t know, nor would she have cared, that the Bonded had asked Harry to maintain his ejaculation as long as he possibly could. All she knew was that when she was finally let down, her belly was even bigger than the seriously round Gabrielle’s. biggest was sloshing sound when Amynow moved. Harry grinned, cleanede himself up difference with a burst of the magic and le. *
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He had travelled far, and gone through much, but this was the first time he had ever dropped out of an Apparition. He was simply too exhausted, and the heavily enchanted backpack sapped his strength much faster than he anticipated. As soon as he stopped, the embroidered runes on the sack would conne to the leyline grid, but when he was moving the wards had to take their power from him. With a couple of Point Me-ells, he was able to triangulate his position, and he laughed wearily when he realised that he was just about a mile from Kilchurn Castle. He figured out the direion and started walking. He was almost surprised that he could see the place at all. Aer all, he could hardly be called a friend, or even ally. He was very careful about cancelling all of his concealment charms as he approached, and he even flared his signature once or twice, so that he wouldn’t surprise anyone. He also took pains to avoid the deteion charms that he had grown accustomed to cast with almost every breath, but he couldn’t turn off his Mage Sight. He nodded politely to the beings that was tracking or possibly escorting him. He recognised a couple of Huldr, and some other elf-like being whose name he had forgotten, but there were other eyes on him that he failed to identify. He wasn’t particularly worried, though. Kilchurn did have a reputation of aing swily, but not in haste. When he eventually reached the gates, he called out. “I wish to see the Lord!” e guard on the parapet called back. “Who wishes to see the Lord?” “Albus Brian Percival Wulfric Dumbledore!” *
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Susan arched an eyebrow, thought for a second and released a brilliant smile. “Sippa huh? You know, I really should thank you for letting me deliver such a message. He’ll kiss me senseless.” “Better you than me, but why?” “Because it means that you made a policy decision and gave him an outline for a proje, but you’re leaving the details to him. He’ll think you’re trained, and not just bloody lucky.” “You mean this is what he wants me to do?” Harry asked incredulously. “Pretty much, yes. Wait a second.” ere was a buzzing sound until the distraion charms kicked in and he chose to let them affe him. Aer all, he didn’t need to know everything. at was Neville’s job. Susan held a quick conversation with her sleeve, before she turned back to him. “Harry, you’d better get down to the Grand Hall. Dumbledore’s here. Now, Lord yourself up but leave the sword. He’s a guest, you’re the Lord and don’t you forget it. I’ll give the word to your Bonded and then I’m out of here. By your leave, My Lord?” She madeand a proper, curtsey, hefun bowed in kind. Sometimes she broke out in Formality, he hadcourtly learned not to and make of her. “Certainly, Lady Susan. Do give my kindest regards to my most faithful reta iner, would you please?” Susan giggled, and ran off. *
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ey hadn’t parted as friends, exaly. Aually, they hadn’t seen each other since Albus had tried to prote the boy who had shot Mr Potter in the back, but failed eacularly. Now he knew why, of course, but that didn’t change his past aions. As he heard a door open, he turned. Harry entered with a confident stride and a smile. Instead of “Lording himself up”, he had opted for his normal wear for Castle use. Black hide trousers, rather loose, a new white shirt in Acromantula silk and Veela hair embroideries, highlighted with coloured hairs from the Huldr. To that, he wore a Lindorm belt with fastenin gs for all kinds of things, even if it was currently empty. He sensed his girls going into high alert, and Ginny was a flaming streak right under the ceiling aiming from the Arch chamber. “Professor? Granted, I’ve been skipping class a lot, but what are you doing here beyond the last vestiges of civilization?” “Ah Har... Lord Potter. I’m here by accident. I happened to fall out of Apparition about a mile off, and I took it as Divine interference. I hope I’m not disturbing you?” “Not at all, Professor. Breakfast?” “Please.” As the two cautious men sat down in the chairs in front of the fire and the Elves brought breakfast, Harry felt Stina graing the now usual expansion to his mind. ese days, there was a warm pool in the lower levels of the castle that was conneed to the Loch. It was called the report room, and his people found it much nicer to dive into the warm water aer a watch or patrol rather than to file reports manually, for some reason. is also meant that Harry now knew everything that had happened on the Headmaster’s trek to the castle. He decided that there might not be any nefarious schemes in aion, but he didn’t quite relax. “Professor, I can’t really help noticing the backpack you have there. e warding is heavy – and I’ve allowed the Castle to take the maintenance of course – but the Magics that are still emanating from it is really Dark.” “It should be. It’s most of Voldemort’s soul in there.” “What?” “Tell me, or rather, please don’t tell me that you know anything about Horcruces?” “Never heard the word, really. Wait, I’m getting something here. Soul jars?” “Most apt. Created by the foulest of magics, and unfortunately almost impossible to destroy. It has been brough t to my attention that you might be the one most suited to destroy these things, so therefore I present you with this reonsibility. By all accounts, you are the new epitome of light in the realm. I will of course assist you in every way I can.” “Hmm. ere may be some way to devour the soul pieces though. at would be the easy solution, perhaps. Let’s eat and I’ll have some ideas ready.” As they ate and made some small talk, Stina’s partition of the shared mind almost boiled. is was what the Ancient Sorcerers used the bond for, and he felt Gabrielle, Ginny, and, interestingly enough, Disa, studying all kinds of texts in the library at both Kilchurn and Hogwarts. He noticed, distantly, that Madame Pince tried to keep Ginny out of the
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restried seion, but a dilay of fire around some tomes made the aged librarian shut up rather quickly. e library was fireproof of course, but Ginny’s flames were not fire; they were Ginny. When Harry had reached his customary ice coffee and Dumbledore had a tiny cup of something between Turkish coffee and paint remover in his hand, Jorunn, Saga, and Amy entered. Jorunn wore her white gown and her hair was held in place with thin silver chains, while Amy wore a black cheerleading outfit with strategic holes for her tail and wings. Number 69, of course. She was looking bright-eyed and alert, and Harry was certain that she looked even sexier than before. e Bond confirmed that once she had absorbed the enormous amount he had pumped into her she had grown a cup-size, and all in all, had benefited enormously. He would get the full run-down later. Saga however, looked a fright, and had clearly just gotten out of bed and thrown her skirt and blouse on, so Harry direed her to the floor in front of him, and conjured a so brush. e aged wizard looked on in amusement as the powerful young man began brushing out the Huldr’s hair, and he was also a bit embarrassed about the little sounds of contentment that she made. “Professor, to my right here is Jorunn, one of my Bonded. She’s the magically strongest of and generally tough To my le is Amy, orisAmithriabagdalah, liaison to my the Huldr, Ebon Shade council aand thisgirl. vision of beauty-to-be my mother in law, the Saga, who is a pureblooded Huldr. As they are all quite competent in the absorption of life force, they might be useful in incapacitating these devices.” “Ah. It’s a genuine pleasure, my Ladies. is will be most interesting.” *
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Ron and Miss Blue was current ly on the poop deck. Miss Blue wanted him to take her anally, and he had decided that it really sho uld be done there. She didn’t mind in the slightest. She was standing on the deck of the ship, bent forward over the railing and was getting shagged in her arse by a surprisingly gentle lover. He had proven over the course of the last three hours that he was powerful, long-lasting and strong enough to hold her in the air for ten minutes straight, but his gentleness was the greatest thing about him. He didn’t notice when the flying ship went down low outside a large city and a blonde with huge tits climbed aboard, but Miss Blue did. e girl’s silvery eyes twinkled, and Miss Blue heard her voice in her head, even though her Occlumency shields were in place. ∼ Hello Miss, I’m Luna, the Goddess of Indecent Proposals and Negotiable Affeion, and I’m really peckish right now. Could I have his cum, please? ∼ ∼ Um... Sure. If he agrees, of course... ∼ ∼ anks. ∼ e girl walked up to Ron, and seemed to walk out of her clothes with ease. Miss Blue watched her kneel by Ron’s feet and open her mouth to eak before Ron interrupted her. “Hello Luna. Want some cum?” “Yes please.” He pulled out of Miss Blue’s arse and something shimmered over his member before Luna popped it into her mouth and began sucking it like a straw. Judging by Ron’s enraptured look, she was very good at it, and by her repeated swallows, he must have come a
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lot. When he was done, and she had licked both of them clean, she stood up in a smooth motion, and her clothes seemed to flow up on her again. “ank you, both of you . Shall we go home now?” “I think so. Do you need anything?” Ron asked calmly, like nothing ecial had happened. “Not right now, but I would appreciate a threesome in two or three hours, if that could be arranged.” “I think it could. Find yourself a cabin.” With that, Captain Ron le for the bridge, Goddess Luna le for the cabins and Miss Blue felt le out. For lack of anything better to do, she walked over to the stern as the ship began to turn and sat down by the figurehead. “So what am I going to do now, then?” “Have sex,” e figurehead answered. “Lots of really good sex. See here, you’ve come across a goldmine. You are in position to gain the trust and confidence of two powerful and highly unprediable people, and the only thing you really have to do to gain it is to have orgasms. is is the break of a lifetime.” “No offence, but you’re made of wood. How do you know that?” “Do you diute the knowledge contained in a bookcase? Trust me, I’m wooden.” “at might be the oddest argument I’ve ever folded to.” “I’m glad you liked it.” *
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Denise watched the tower battlements in her sniper scope. ere! It must be him. Messy hair, broad shoulders, five foot four, scar on the forehead. She clicked the safety off. ere was no wind, but bullet drop almost an extra inch over the cold lake so she compensated andthe pulled thewould trigger. Nothing happened. Something was jamming the trigger. Angry about losing the shot, she looked down at the trigger. A finger was jammed in behind it, a slender finger with a long pink nail. It was attached to a strong arm that went to a naked girl with amber eyes. e girl was smiling, but it was not a friendly smile, as it revealed a decidedly carnivorous dental array. “No move. I eat things like you, and my friend there likes your butt.” Denise dared a look behind her. Between her read legs was one of the most ridiculous magical predators in full attack mode. e Lindorm had taken its tail in its mouth and risen like a wheel. e swirling scales made a sound like a very silent sawblade, and she understood thatshe if she didn’tsmiled. obey exaly, she’dclause be cut3inofhalf the bottom up. Deite the danger, almost Apparently, herfrom contra – the really lucrative clause – was about to kick in. “Take me to the Lord. I want to have his baby.”
Harry Potter and the
Midnight Sun
By Vanir
Harry escapes Britain, and learns the truth about the weirdest heritage ever. He learns stuff and gets some girls, too. ere is much to experience in the land of the Midnight Sun. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ seidheim
