How to search Horcruxes for Dummies » (fvdv123) Old Guy met Truck Kun and woke up as Harry Potter. That would be fun, but it is Christmas 98, and he just got bitten by Nagini, and his wand snapped in two. What would you do when you know the story? Nah, Old Guy doesn't follow Canon either. There will be lemons, not the drops, though. Gary Stu and Mary Sue are there to keep it under covers, above the covers, on the dinner table...
Harry Potter, M, English, Romance & Humor, chapters: 13, words: 56k+, favs: 335, follows: 394, updated: Aug 18 published: Jun 20, Luna L., Susan B., Astoria G., Daphne G.
1 Nagini has a mean bite.
Groaning, I woke up. My body hurt all over. I wonder, how did I survive the collision with that truck? I remember looking at the grill of that big truck when it ran through a red light. He didn't even hit the brakes, just ran me over. The naffer must have been asleep. Anyway, I… I doubt I would have survived it. This clearly is not a hospital room, and the girl sleeping in a chair next to the bed is not a nurse.
I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of this situation. I was crossing the street, and that idiot truck driver thought he was Truck Kun… fuck! Maybe he was the One! I tried to access my memories. FUCK! This is definitely NOT my original body. I have the memories of Harry fucking moron Potter! The doormat of the Wizarding World!
It got worse! It is Christmas, and we just visited Batilda Bagshot. That is right! I am Potter in his seventh year, and just got bitten by Nagini. Hermione is one hell of a nurse. She saved my life… or not, and I took Harry's place. This must be Hell, there is no other explanation.
Think about it, Truck Kun splattered me, and I wake up in one of the worst possible situations from the books. They could have put me in the first book, or the second one. But no, I have to freeze my ass off in a bloody tent, and my wand just got snapped in two.
My groans woke Granger up, "Harry! You came through! I thought I lost you. How do you feel?"
I answered, "I feel like I was bitten by a huge snake, got my wand snapped, and jumped out of a window. So not very swiffy… sniffy… Whatever. How long was I out?"
Hermione said with tears in her eyes, "The whole night, Harry. Your heart stopped for a few moments, Harry. Some Black ooze came out of your Scar. Harry, it had the face of You-Know-Who! Do you know what that means?
I lifted the blankets and said, "Get in, Hermione, you must be almost frozen sitting here at my bed. Then we will have a long talk."
Hermione removed her shoes and got between the covers. She snuggled against my body, buried her face against my chest, and sighed, "You are warm."
I put an arm around her and pulled her closer, "Warm and stupid, Hermione. Mostly stupid. That black ooze must have been some kind of Horcrux. One he intended to make by killing me. That also means that Dumbledore wanted me to die to get rid of it. He could not have missed that detail. That puts everything we know in a new perspective, don't you think so?"
She slowly nodded, "We are expendables. If we win, that is fine. If we lose, there would be one Horcrux less in the world." She gasped when she realized something else, "That means someone else knows about them and will take over when we fail."
I nodded, "The Dungeon bat that was Dumbledore's second shadow. I bet he is the back-up… no, we are the decoys, the bait.
She protested, "Impossible! Snape killed Dumbledore, Harry! Why do you think Snape is on our side?"
I explained, "Because of the shriveled hand of Dumbledore. He was dying anyway. Snape did a mercy kill. Malfoy was tasked to kill Dumbledore, and Snape took an unbreakable vow to assist his godson, Draco. That way, Snape got a high position with Snake face, and Draco survived his task."
There is one more topic that needs to be carefully discussed with her, "Hermione, there is one more detail to reconsider: our Weasley runaway. I bet he is our minder. There are too many things wrong with him. Please don't say his name out loud, Hermione."
Hermione was puzzled, "Why, Harry? I know he ran away on us, but that was the Locket influencing him. And why should I not call his name?"
"Because Dumbledore must have gifted him something to find us, knowing his character. I bet that Deluminator can track us."
I tried to explain, "Year after year he pulled me away from my studies. If not for you, I would have to repeat at least one year. Maybe that was the plan. Then I would be in the same class as his sister. Think about it with a manipulating Dumbledore in mind, Hermione. One who doesn't care if I live or die. Letting his loyal followers get a piece of the action is a minor detail."
Hermione shook her head, "That can't be, Harry, not after what we have been through. It can't be!"
I explained, "Think about it, they saved me from the Dursleys the summer before our second year. How did they know where to find me? How did they know they had to pull a grill from my window? All those houses look the same, and they found my window without disturbing the neighborhood."
"It gets worse, Hermione, remember in our fourth year, stepping on platform 9 ¾? When Charley Weasley said that we would see him sooner than we thought? They knew he was going to be at Hogwarts with his dragons. Why didn't they say something after my name got out of the Goblet? That Weasel was harassing me for a month. He even used you as an owl to deliver a message. Not one week before the task, Hermione."
"And who came crawling back and acted as if nothing happened? I was supposed to die by that dragon, Hermione. I survived, and suddenly that moron was best friends again. Ugh, I must have been potioned. There is no other explanation."
She could not believe it, "He went with us to the Ministry, Harry! He fought alongside us! He got hurt! It's impossible!"
I sighed, "Remember the Hall of Prophecies, Hermione? We went through several rows, and who discovered a prophecy with my name on it, in Row 97? Hey Harry! There is a globe with your name on it! Think about it, Hermione! 97 rows! Shelves that were six to nine feet high, filled with thousands of globes, and He finds a prophecy with my name on it, conveniently at eye level. Did he read all the labels from every prophecy? I bet he knew those brains were mostly harmless and he got them on his head when we were there to save him from the worst effects. Ginny got a sprained ankle, and had to hide away."
"What is worse is what happened in our sixth year. I suspect that we were given potions. I fancied you in our fourth year after the Yule Ball disaster. It went away in the summer. It flared up in our fifth year, but Umbitch ruined it, and in our sixth year, all of a sudden we are fighting over a book, and I start drooling all over Ginny. Remember Molly Weasley telling us about how she bagged her Arthur? What are the odds that he left to get a new batch of potions? He is gone long enough to let the potions stop functioning, or Nagini's poison neutralized mine."
Hermione looked up at me, and asked, "You fancied me? Why didn't you tell me?"
I shrugged, "Krum, Umbitch, Potions. But also because you are an upper-class girl, and Dumbledore and the Dursleys made certain that I was the lowest of the low. It was like the Princess and her beggar. And what do you know? There is a little poor Cinderella just waiting for me. She is even a redhead like my mum!"
Hermione frowned, "Why are you telling me this now, and not last year, Harry? It doesn't make sense."
I pointed at my scar, "Because I got rid of that Horcrux. I can think more clearly now. Maybe you should take a flushing potion. What I do know is that this is the last day I spent in this smelly tent. It is time for some serious changes around here. But first, let's sleep for a bit. You were up all night."
Xxxxx
We dozed off and slept for a few hours. Hunger woke us up. Hunger and a full bladder. When we finished the last canned beans, I said, "Enough is enough, Hermione. This is something I should have done years ago."
I went outside the wards of our campsite and called out, "Dobby! Can you come here, please?"
Dobby popped in, almost immediately, dressed as a Hogwarts Elf. "Master Harry Sir called Dobby?"
I nodded, "I was thinking of hiring you, Dobby. We need a loyal elf to take care of us. Are you willing?"
Dobby asked to be sure, "Harry Potter, sir, be wanting Dobby to be a Potter elf?"
I nodded again, "Yes, if you want to be a Potter Elf, then I gladly accept you for House Potter, oh, and for House Black too."
I stopped Hermione from ranting about Spew, "Honey? Did you read about House Elves, or did someone put a compulsion spell on you to go chasing windmills? We need Dobby! Yes, you too, Hermione. Dobby? Do you want to be a Potter and Black elf?"
Dobby was hopping from one foot to the other, "Dobby wants it, Master Harry Sir! It is Dobby's greatest wish!"
I put my hand on Dobby's head. I read about it in Fan Fictions, how to do that, and said, "I accept Dobby in House Potter and House Black! Does Dobby accept?"
Dobby answered, "Dobby wants to serve House Potter and Black!"
It gave a nice glow, and I have a House elf. I said, "Welcome, Dobby. You know Hermione, she is your Mistress from now on. Can you access Grimmauld Place 12, Dobby? Talk to Kreacher, and find out if the house is watched or invaded. Then come back to report."
When Dobby popped away, Hermione glared at me, "I can't believe you made Dobby into your slave, Harry! I thought I knew you, but I guess I was wrong."
I rolled my eyes and commented, "Girl, what you see as slavery, Dobby sees as an honor to serve me. I made him part of the Potter Family, something he wanted for years. Tell me, are your parents your slaves? They don't want to be paid to take care of you either. What if the House elves need our Magic connection to stay healthy? What did the books say about that? Did you read a book about them, Hermione?"
Hermione shook her head. Then she frowned, "No, I didn't read about House Elves, Harry. Strange, that would have been the first thing I would have done when I found out about House Elves."
I pointed something else out, "There is one more thing to worry about: Snake Face must have put a Taboo on his name again. That is why they could locate us in London after we ran away from the wedding. We discussed our plans in that diner and said Snake Face's name, remember? And who told us to stop saying his name?"
Why am I suddenly so smart she might ask? I'll blame it on the scar. That works every time… at least it does in fan fictions.
Hermione had tears in her eyes and shook her head, "It can't be, Harry. Why would they betray us? It doesn't make sense!"
I hugged her and speculated, "Look at it from their perspective, Hermione. I have a Horcrux in my scar, and the only way to get rid of it is to die. So why would they let all those Galleons in my Vault go to waste? We use Potter to let Snake Face focus on him while we make our own plans. Dumbledore's plans must have crashed down when his hand got cursed by a ring. Now Snape is calling the shots."
I added one more thing, "Hermione, do you remember our first year? At the mirror, I got the stone out. It appeared in my pocket. I killed Quirrell by putting my hands on his face. Dumbledore told me the stone got destroyed. Come to think of it, how did it get destroyed? It was in the pocket of my pants! I did not receive any blows or spells there, and I passed out when Snake Vapor passed through me on his way out."
Hermione gasped, "You mean that the Stone is still in one piece? Why didn't Dumbledore cure himself with it?"
Hermione must have been comfy in my arms. She didn't want to pull out of them. I shrugged, "Or the stone was a fake. Think about it, you are centuries old, you survived many Dark Lords and Ladies, why would you give a life-prolonging artifact to a man who already has one foot in his grave? Dumbledore was way past a hundred and twenty when he got that stone. He must survive, for the greater good of Britain, of course. That stone must have been a fake."
Hermione sighed, "And that was why those traps were so easy. They were designed for us, weren't they?"
"Ten points to Griffindor, Miss Granger! They were to test me to see if that prophecy kept me alive. Remember? (And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives.)
Dobby paused our discussion when he popped in, "Master Harry Sir! Kreacher be telling me that Grimmauld Place is safe for you. Master Harry is Lord Black. Wards will protect him. Kreacher locked the house when you left, he said, Master Harry Sir."
"Kreacher said to bring you alone to set the Wards, Master Harry, then I can bring your Grangy in. Kreacher said to claim the house at the front door, Master Harry Sir." finished Dobby's report.
I patted Hermione's back and said, "Take the tent down and wait for Dobby, Hermione… hey, if I remember it right, you have that painting of Phineas Black in your beaded bag. What if he is spying for Snape?"
I might as well expose that rat. It was not long after today that Snape planted the sword in that pool. He could hear us every time she opened that bag.
Hermione opened her bag, took her wand, and silenced the frame. "Now he can't hear a thing anymore. Go, Harry, I'll pack up here. Use your cloak."
Xxxxx
Dobby popped me at the doorstep. I grabbed the doorknob from under my invisible cloak and said, "I, Harry James Potter, Heir Primary of Lord Sirius Orion Black, claim my inheritance as the rightful new Lord Black."
That is pompous enough, I hope. I felt the house accepting me. The door opened. I took a good look around. Nobody was watching the house. Then I went inside with Dobby. Kreacher was waiting for me.
He mumbled, "Oh, how far House Black has fallen. Now a half-blood is the new Lord. The Mistress would turn over in her grave if she knew."
I patted Kreacher's head. "House Black was already in the gutter, Kreacher. They chose to follow a Muggle-born Dark Lord. Your precious pureblood Bellatrix and Narcissa are groveling at his feet as we speak, Kreacher. Regulus turned on him when he found out about the locket. It is sad that you were fooled by them into betraying Sirius. Don't answer their calls anymore, Kreacher. They betrayed the rightful Lord Black and got him killed."
I sighed, "But that is water under the bridge. Where are the Wardstones, and what do I have to do with them?"
Kreacher was uncomfortable when I told him he betrayed his Lord, but said, "Follow me, Master."
We went into the basement. Kreacher let me open the Vault by putting my hand on the door and claiming the Lordship again. The Vault opened, I am loaded! The place was filled with Gold! Understandably, they don't trust Goblins. This must be their emergency funds. A narrow path between the piles of gold led us to the back wall.
Kreacher said, "Master needs to claim it again. House Black Magic will test you."
I asked, "What will happen if this wall doesn't approve of me?"
Kreacher answered with a strange grin, "Master would not care if it doesn't approve," he mumbled, "Master would be dead."
Meh, I Isekai'd here. What are the odds of dying prematurely? Right, they are high at the moment. I'll risk it, Kreacher recognizes me as a House Black scion. I am safe, I think. It was a lot of drama for nothing. That old prick tried to make me nervous. The wall opened for me in a second.
Kreacher guided me through the process, "Master needs to remove the anchor of the old Fidelius spell, then raise the War Wards. This book is for naming your enemies. Only Blacks can not be named enemies, Master. Only refuse access to the house."
I took possession of the Wards, named everyone with the Mark an enemy, and was done. Kreacher led me to the office, an office I had never seen before when I lived here in the summers. Kreacher must have guessed my confusion and said, "The office is only for the Lord. Disappointing Master never claimed to be the Lord."
Typical for that mangy Dog. By refusing to take his Lordship, he let himself be fucked by… well, by everyone. Light or Dark side, they fucked him over equally… Crap! They are fucking me equally too! Kreacher showed me how to add Hermione's name as a house guest, and how to open and close the Floo for people.
Xxxxx
Finally done, I went into the kitchen and said, "Dobby, bring Hermione here, please. Kreacher, thank you for your help. Can you prepare some food for us, please?"
Yeah, no more Hunger Games for me. Dobby popped in with Hermione. I felt her arrive through the Wardstones. Kreacher said, "First visitors have to arrive in the Reception room at the front door, Master. Then Master has to say he accepts his mudblood as a House Guest to make it official."
I frowned and said, "Kreacher, don't call her a Mudblood. Your two purebloods are kissing the feet of that Dark Lord Mudblood. At least Hermione doesn't bow to anyone."
I went to the reception room and opened the door. I took Hermione's hand and said, "I, Lord Black, accept Hermione Granger as my House Guest!"
I hugged her. "There you go, honey. Kreacher is preparing some food for us. Dobby? I remember Winky. How is she doing?"
Dobby looked sad, "Winky is feeling bad, Master Harry Sir. She be needing a Family. Winky is drinking butter beer all day."
I grinned at Hermione, "Bring her here, Dobby. I'll ask if she wants to be a Potter/Black House Elf."
I stopped Hermione's protest by hugging her, and silencing her with a kiss. It was only a peck on her lips, but it distracted her enough to let me explain, "Hermione, Winky is an alcoholic because no family wants to hire a free Elf. They are suspicious of free elves. There must have been a good reason to kick them out, so nobody is willing to take a risk by hiring them. They could betray them like they did their old masters."
That is me spouting the bullshit I read in fan fictions. Hmm? She doesn't comment, or move away from my hug? I have to try something. I leaned in and gently kissed her, my lips exploring hers. I took it slow; there is no need to lick her tonsils with my tongue… yet. She started to respond. After a few moments, she put her arms around me and pulled me tighter, then she deepened her kiss.
We broke away when Dobby came into the room carrying Winky. The girl was piss drunk. I asked, "Winky? Do you want to be a Potter/Black House Elf?"
Too drunk to think clearly, Winky said, "All Winky wanted was to take care of babies. Old Masters didn't want babies, nobody wants Winky."
I sighed, "Dobby, ask Kreacher for a nice room where Winky can sleep it off. I'll ask her tomorrow."
Xxxxx
I took Hermione's hand and went to the kitchen. When we saw the stack of sandwiches on the table, we went at it like a pack of starving wolves to a carcass, and attacked the sandwiches Kreacher prepared. Hermione moaned after eating her fill, "This tasted so good! I forgot how good it tasted. Thank you, Kreacher."
I asked Kreacher, "Do you mind if I hire Winky too, Kreacher? I feel a bit sorry for her, and she wants a family."
Kreacher asked back, "Will Master mount Kreacher's head on the wall of Honor?"
I shook my head, "Nope, I still need your services, Kreacher. The other Elves need your experience. It is too soon to mount your head."
I stopped Hermione's protests, "We can not be disrespectful of the burial rites of other species. Vikings wanted to be burned in a boat. In Papua New Guinea, the cannibal warriors were proud if their enemies would eat their bodies if they fell in battle to their enemies and took in their strength. Some population groups want to be cremated, others want to be buried. Kreacher wants his head on the wall of Honor. How can I refuse that wish? He still has a lot of years ahead of him, though."
Hermione sighed, "You changed, Harry. You changed a lot. More assertive, more outspoken, smarter."
I chuckled, "I hope that you think of it as a good evolution, honey. That scar must have influenced me more than we thought."
Hermione shook her head, "The jury has yet to decide, Harry. At least our stomachs are full now. We should have done this sooner. These months on the run were a nightmare. We were stupid yesterday at Bagshot, weren't we?"
I shrugged, "No, we weren't, honey. I didn't know Nagini could put the skin of that poor woman on and fool us. We were naive, and too trusting of others. At least now we know that Dumbledore was Grindelwald's lover at one time in history."
I stood up and stretched out, "I don't know about you, Hermione, but I am going to soak in a bathtub for an hour. It has been ages since we had a bath."
I grinned at her, "You can join me, that will save water, don't you agree? Nah, just kidding, honey. We can relax for a few days, before we start the madness hunt again."
Xxxxx
Aaaahh! That is so much better! We were having cat washes each day. Just a cleaning spell to remove dirt is not enough to feel clean. Nothing can replace a good bubbly soak. Ah? The door opened, and Hermione came into the bathroom. She removed her clothes and stepped into the bathtub.
Too bad, this is a Wizarding tub, it has room for five people.
Hermione sighed, "This feels nice." Then she looked at me and asked, "Who can we trust, Harry? Now that we view Dumbledore as someone who wanted you to die, both camps are out to get you."
I shrugged, "I honestly don't know, honey. We can scrap the Weasleys, the twins? Perhaps they changed sides when I gave them the prize money for their shop, but I would not count on it. I guess a big part of the DA, depending on what teachers they have now. The Carrow twins are teaching. They are Death Eaters. Merlin knows what they are teaching."
I commented, "Neville and Luna for sure. They followed us in the Ministry without a hidden agenda. Ginny? She was having The Boy-Who-Was-A-Storybook-Hero fantasies from the day she could walk. She wants the boy from the books."
"Don't you find it suspicious that Snape waited so long to alert the Order? I mean we flew to London on Thestrals, that took time. What if Dumbledore was there all the time and steered Weasley to the prophecy? He could have made himself invisible and guided Weasley with compulsion charms, and watched the show."
A bit bitter, I added, "Sirius falling through the Veil was a bonus for Dumbledore. He was in the way for his greater good."
Hermione gasped, then frowned, "How did you come to that conclusion, Harry?"
I pointed out, "The Order has at least three Aurors in it. Shacklebolt was leading the search for Sirius. Why didn't they prove his innocence and drop the charges? Shacklebolt was putting false trails up. Why didn't he put all that effort into clearing Sirius's name?"
I gave her another topic to think about, "Why didn't Headmaster Dumbledore give Sirius Sanctuary at Hogwarts and clear his name? Why didn't the Mugwump and Chief Warlock give Sirius a trial? He had two years the time to clear his name, and he didn't move a finger to help him. Why did we have to let Sirius escape from Hogwarts?"
I sighed when she didn't answer. "The more I think about it, the more I feel betrayed, Hermione. From Day One, Dumbledore tried to destroy me. He put me with the Dursleys, to let me become an Obscurus, then he manipulated me at Hogwarts. Even now he is using us as his puppets. I bet his painting is pulling the strings."
I slid over to her side of the tub and put an arm around her shoulder. "The one I trust most is you, Hermione. I would have been dead five times over, if not for you saving my butt all of the time."
Hermione leaned against me and asked, "What are we going to do now, Harry? What is our goal?"
I shrugged, and suggested with a grin, "For now, you are going to wash my hair, and I will wash yours. In the meantime, I will shamelessly admire that gorgeous body of yours until you slap my face."
Hermione studied my face, "You changed a lot, Harry. Last week, you would turn your head away when I was changing clothes, dressed only in my knickers and bra."
I protested, "Hey! That was to keep my boner down! I dreamed about you in your knickers every time I saw you in them. If I kept on looking, I would walk around with a boner all day long."
I added, "Like the one I'm having now. I was as frustrated as a gay man with hemorrhoids… Hmm, that sounded better in my head."
Hermione shivered, "It certainly did, Harry. So you did fancy me, or is it pure male lust?"
"I wouldn't know the difference, even when it slaps me in the face, Honey… Damn, another bad one. I am not good at this, you know. To be honest, I like you, Hermione, I like you a lot. But is this love? What do I know about love? I do know I enjoyed our kisses, and want more of them."
I sighed, "Wash my hair, Hermione, before I lose control, bend you forwards, and fuck you from behind. That was what I had been fantasizing about when you were bending forward looking for your clothes. It drove me nuts. Hmm? Why didn't you do that when Weasley was with us?"
She blushed and confessed, "Because I wanted only you to see it, Harry. Ever since I heard you masturbating while calling my name."
I teased her, "I bet you were calling my name when you were masturbating. Well? Or were you fantasizing about me fucking you from behind? A threesome? Or being tied up in ropes and being ravaged by me? Ah! In the library in the middle of all your books, while I do a titty fuck, or suck your pussy."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "It seems to me that those are your fantasies, Harry. So... You want to tie me up and ravage me? Who is the third in your threesome, Harry? A boy or a girl? Tell me about those fantasies, Harry."
I shuddered, "A girl, honey. Luna made a few appearances, so did Susan Bones with Hannah Abbot."
Hermione pointed out, "That is not a threesome, Harry. That is a foursome. What did you let them do in your fantasy?"
"I'd let Hannah suck my Dude while Susan is eating your pussy. Then I would fuck you, Susan, sucking your tits, and Hannah rubbing your clit until you screamed to Morgana. I would fuck Susan while you are watching us, playing with your snatch. Hmm, where did Hannah go? Ah, I'll let her eat your cunt until you pass out. That is better."
Hermione asked with a strange voice, "What about Luna? What would you do with her?"
"Me doing doggy style with you while you are eating Luna's snatch. Luna is grabbing you by the hair, calling out: Suck it slut! I am about to squirt on your face! Harry, ride that horny slut until she cums at least three times!"
Hermione raised her eyebrow again, "Horny slut?"
I shrugged, "It is my fantasy, honey. You asked, I told you. Oh? Could it be that my prim and proper Hermione is turned on by listening to my fantasies? Is that why one of your hands is below water, Hermione? You have a few fingers in your cunt, aren't you? Are you fantasizing about my fantasies, Hermione? Which one? Susan eating you out? Or you sucking Luna's snatch while I ride you, doggy style? You would like it, Hermione. Me pumping my Dude inside your cunt, your tits moving along with the rhythm? Luna pulling your hair and squirting on your face? Sucking my Dude so you can taste your own pussy juice?"
That did it, Hermione started to moan. She panted while her arm was moving faster. No doubt her fingers were doing overtime.
I chuckled, "So, my pretty bookworm, you have fantasies of sucking my dick. Even want to taste him when it is freshly out of your pussy. Go sit on the edge of the tub, Hermione. I want to see your fingers in your pussy. I will tell you some more fantasies of me. Actually watching you finger yourself is one of them. I imagined that we are in the tent and I woke up from your moans. I peeked at the door, and watched how you rubbed your clit."
I patted on the edge of the tub and teased, "On the edge, honey, if you want to hear more. I want to look what you have been hiding in those panties. Come on, don't be shy. I do the same if you want."
Hermione hesitated a bit, but she got up and sat on the edge, right in front of me. I sighed, "Girl, you are fucking beautiful."
Hermione breathed heavily, "Start talking, Harry. You are at the door, and then what?"
2. The Master of What?
"I kept on watching, of course. Your other hand went to your tits and started to play with the nipples, pulling at them and pinching them. Then you must have heard me, because you called me inside. You said, 'Come in if you want to have a better look, Harry'. I got in and got on the bed. You spread your legs a bit wider and opened your lower lips to give me a good view. You said, 'Take a good look, Harry, this pussy is yours to play with.'
I noticed Hermione doing the same as in my story. I continued, "You said, 'Drop the PJ, Harry, I want to see it'. I undressed and showed my rock hard Dude. I got closer and started kissing your inner thighs, slowly moving closer to your cunt. When I reached it, two of my fingers entered your pussy, and my tongue gently caressed your clit, §like I am doing now, cum for me slutty bookworm§."
Hermione let a long, loud scream out when I Parseltongued her clit. I said, when she was almost recovered, "Give me a kiss and taste your pussy juice, honey."
With a growl, Hermione rushed to me and gave me a long, hot snog. When she came up for air, she said, "What about you, Harry?"
I smiled, "I'll do the same if you tell me about your fantasies, Hermione."
Hermione's eyes sparkled. She patted the edge of the tub and said, "On the edge, Harry, and I will tell you all about my fantasies."
Hermione watched me get up and sit on the edge, Dude in one hand and a questioning look in my eyes. I smiled, "Start talking, Missy. I want to hear your most daring fantasies."
Hermione slid back into the water and faced me, "I am living through one now, Harry. I joined you in the bathtub, and you saw me masturbate. You kissed my clit and pushed your fingers in. That was incredible, by the way. In that fantasy, I watched you jerk off and shoot your load on my tits. Then you let me lick the last drops from your Dude."
She came closer and almost whispered, "Then you picked me up and took me to your bed. Luna, Susan, and Hannah are on your bed, all naked and tied up in ropes. I got on all fours in front of them and let you fuck me from behind. I screamed at them when I cummed, "Look how my man is fucking me, bitches! If you are lucky, then I will allow you to eat his cum from my snatch!"
Hermione grabbed Dude and started licking it as if it were an ice cream cone that was melting in midsummer. I groaned, "Girl, I am about to blow, show those tits or swallow it completely."
Hermione pulled back and said, "Spray my tits, Harry. I want to see your spunk coloring my tits."
That line had to come from one of her books. I could not hold it in any longer and colored her tits white… they were white to start with. Hermione followed her fantasy and sucked the last drops out of Dude. She vanished most of my spunk and cleaned our mouths with a spell.
I hugged her, "We have to do this more, honey. Although I suspect that the fantasy with Luna, Susan, and Hannah is one you just made up."
Hermione giggled, "I have to admit that your fantasy turned me on more than I expected, Harry."
I pecked her lips and asked, "Soooo? Does that mean you are my Horny Slut? Am I going to have to tie Luna up and put her on our bed so she can watch us fuck?"
Hermione shuddered at the thought, "Let's keep it to our fantasies, Harry. I doubt Luna, Susan, or Hannah will volunteer for it. It was fun thinking about it, though." She shyly added, "But I am willing to be your Horny Slut sometimes, Harry."
I stood up and pulled her up. "Let's continue this in bed, my lovely Horny Slut. I still need to take you from behind. You can imagine Luna, Susan, and Hannah watching you."
Xxxxx
After an hour, Hermione was exhausted and dozed off with a happy smile on her face. I went to my office and called out, "Kreacher, do you have something that can block Magic, like a dragon-skin bag?"
A dragon-skin bag appeared in front of me. Carefully, I put the locket in it. I told Kreacher, "We found a way to destroy it, Kreacher, but it takes time to get it. Uncle Regulus will be avenged, trust me."
After putting the bag in a drawer of my desk, I called for the next one, "Dobby, do you have a minute?"
Dobby popped in, "What can Dobby do for Master Harry Sir?"
I asked, "Now that you are a Potter/Black elf, can you still enter Hogwarts, Dobby?"
Dobby concentrated for a bit and nodded, "Dobby can, Master Harry Sir. Potter and Black have Hereditary Governor seats. That is why Dobby could enter your Muggle home. Bad old master sat in House Black's Governor position."
I nodded, "That is good news, Dobby. This is what I want you to do: First of all, in Dumbledore's tomb, there is a wand. That wand is a legacy wand from House Peverell. House Peverell merged with House Potter. My wand got broken yesterday. I need that wand, Dobby."
Dobby nodded seriously, "Dobby can do that, Master Harry Sir."
I smiled. That will piss Voldy off for sure. "Maybe you can put a twig in its place. Secondly, I want to know if you can still enter Malfoy Manor undetected. This is important."
Dobby closed his eyes again, then he nodded, "Dobby still can, Master Harry Sir. Nabby be my sister. She is serving Madam Cissy."
"Dobby, can you check if they have some of our friends in their dungeon? I bet Luna and Ginny are their targets. And maybe rescue them and bring them here if they are in the dungeon?" I added, "Only if it doesn't put you or your sister in danger, Dobby."
I asked my third point, "Third, can you take me into Hogwarts to the Come and Go Room when nobody is using it?"
Dobby concentrated and shook his head, "Dobby can not, Master Harry Sir. Nevvy been using it to hide and heal students. Dobby be getting the wand, Master Harry Sir."
You might point out that I haven't defeated Draco yet to win the wand's allegiance, but the fact remains that I bested him in Myrtle's bathroom with a Sectumsempra last year. That should be enough to prove my dominance over him. That, and it is supposed to be a legacy wand. I am the last of the Peverell line.
Voldemort doesn't count. He is not real. Wormtail brewed him in a cauldron, and he is more snake than human. The way he looks now is like an Infery fucked a Snake with him as a result. The wand will understand.
Dobby returned a few minutes later with the wand. I took it in my hand and mentally projected my fight with Draco to the wand… Meh, I just thought about it real hard. It reacted with a big glow. I felt it bind to me. Hah! I am the Master of the Death Stick!
Dobby reported, "Master Harry sir, there be three girls in bad old Master's dungeon. Missy Luni, Missy Greeny, and Missy Davy. They be crying, Master Harry sir. Old man Wandmaker be there too, and Ice cream seller. A Grumpy Goblin be there too."
That is quite the list; Greengrass and Davis must have been taken to put pressure on their parents. A little preview, so to speak. Florian was taken to shut the shop owners up, and Olivander to explain why his wand got destroyed by mine. Griphook? I bet he is a rat that got his tail bitten.
I asked, "Dobby, can you rescue them and bring them into the reception room? Preferably do it invisibly."
Dobby nodded, then he warned me, "Dobby can only do it today, Master Harry Sir. They will find out Dobby did it, and be putting Wards up."
I thought it over, "It is worth taking the risk, Dobby. We can't let Luna stay there. Wait fifteen minutes; I have to enter them on the guest list and wake Hermione up. Oh, your sister can get herself free if she catches a piece of cloth from Narcissa. She is welcome to join House Potter/Black."
Did I cover all the bases? Meh.
Xxxxx
I woke Hermione up, "Hermione, Dobby is going to rescue prisoners from Malfoy Mansion. Get dressed and come to the reception room. I have to write their name in the register first."
"Huh?" was Hermione's intelligent response. Then her brain started working, "I'll be right there, Harry. Hmm? Where did that wand come from?"
I went outside. "I'll explain later, honey."
I called Kreacher, "Can you get five normal bathrobes and a small one to the reception room and serve tea, Kreacher? Dobby is bringing people in who have spent time in Malfoy's Dungeon. Ah, I just remembered it: never answer a summons again from Bellatrix, Narcissa, or Draco. They are servants of Regulus' killer."
I'd better add that demand, or he will be running to them again. Ah, there are the first ones, three girls, dressed in stained clothes. The bathrobes appeared just in time.
Hermione gave them one and said, "You are safe here. Wait a bit, the others will arrive shortly."
I suggested, "Hermione, take them to the bathroom first and get them cleaned up. Then lead them to the parlor; they want to alert their parents as soon as possible. I will talk to the others."
The girls were just out of the door when the three others arrived. I gave them bathrobes and said, "Gentlemen and Goblin, it is not safe for you in Britain anymore. I suggest you leave the country the Muggle way. Griphook will testify to what happened, so Gringotts will relocate your Galleons to their branch in one of Europe's cities. I will inform the girl's parents that they are safe and ask what they want to do."
Florian Fortesque grabbed my hand, "Thank you, Harry Potter. My family is already abroad; I refused to leave. A foolish decision in retrospect. How do I travel the Muggle way if I might ask?"
I explained, "In many coastal cities, there are ferries that connect them to Ireland or the mainland. Dover and Liverpool, for example, have them. Buy a ticket and board one of them. The Death Eaters will not detect you."
Dobby returned invisible with a handful of wands. He whispered in my ear when he put them in my hand, "This be in Bad Master's safe, Master Harry Sir. These must not know about Dobby, Master. It be harming my sister."
I showed the wands to Olivander and asked, "Do you recognize these, Mr Olivander?"
Olivander nodded when he took each wand in his hands, "I know every one of them, Lord Potter. This one is from Florian, this one is mine, and these three are from Hogwarts students, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Luna Lovegood."
"I will make sure to return them," I said when I took them back. "Can you rally the other countries to mobilize against Snake Face? Once he is done in Britain, he will branch out to the continent."
Florian nodded, "We will try, Lord Potter. I hope they are not as corrupt as our Ministry."
I turned to Griphook and asked, "What did they want from you, Griphook? Were you a spy for Dumbledore? It must be, my account Manager would have wanted to talk to me in my first year, and you only took me to my Trust Vault. What is your story, Griphook? Did you help Dumbledore steal from my Vault?"
Griphook didn't answer; that was as good as admitting guilt. If he was innocent, he would be cursing and shouting at me for the insult. Being called a thief was the greatest insult you could give to a Goblin. Although they try to con you for every knut possible.
I sighed, "For that treason alone, I should kill you, Griphook. You betrayed your bank and its clients. I will deliver you at the doorstep of your Bank, you can report your little adventure to your bosses."
Florian looked coolly at Griphook, "Is that so? I will have a few words with your bosses when this war is over, Griphook. You'd better start mending the damage you caused."
Xxxxx
While the old men and Griphook were in the shower, I entered the parlor and presented the wands to the three girls. "Pick yours, please. Do you have a way to contact your parents?"
Tracey Davis nodded, "We can call them on the floo."
I shook my head. "The Floo is under their control, Miss Davis. I bet they are listening 24/7. Our House Elf will deliver a message from you to one of your House elves, if you have them. Luna? Can you do the Messenger Patronus? I know you have a Bunny Patronus."
Luna shook her head, "Not yet, Harry. Can you send Daddy a message?"
I pointed out, "Then he will know where you are, Luna. The Death Eaters will find out. Your Father stands alone, and has no defense against them. I'll help you to learn it. Hermione, can you lead Miss Davis and Miss Greengrass to the small study so they can write a letter, please?"
When Hermione was out the door, I asked Luna, "Are you able to get your Bunny out now, Luna? I don't know what you went through in Malfoy's dungeon. Did they hurt you?"
Luna shook her head, "Aunty Narcissa didn't allow it, Harry. She said she could hold them off for as long as Tracey and Daphne were there. They were bound to return to Hogwarts if Lord Greengrass and Lord Davis gave in to their demands."
OK, Narcissa has some kind of conscience left, or she is managing politics for the Death Eaters. Most of them are dumb brutes… Right, Messenger Patronus, "First of all, you have to focus on what you want your Father to know, focus on the exact words. This depends on your concentration and state of mind. Then you focus on the will to send that message with a Patronus. After that, cast Expecto Patronus Posta! Like this."
A big Thestral Patronus appeared before Luna and said, "You are safe here, Luna."
Hmm? Where is my Stag? Is it because Harry sniffed it and I came in his place? Or is it that I have all three Hallows? It could be both.
Luna concentrated, and after a minute, she cast: "Expecto Patronus Posta!"
A glowing Bunny hopped at me and said, "Thank you, Harry."
I complimented her, "Right from your first try! That is impressive, Luna. Remember, casting a Patronus requires a lot of Magic. But sending long messages is difficult. Send your dad two or three short messages."
I asked, "What are your Father's options, Luna? Is he going to be safe? Do you want to go with him?"
Luna shook her head. "Daddy needs to run, Harry. I will only slow him down. He can publish the Quibbler from the continent with our portable press. We use one when we are on a field trip. I'll start sending now… can I stay here, Harry?"
I nodded, "For as long as you want, Luna. This house has strong war-wards, you are safe here."
Luna sent three Patroni to her Father. Her Father sent one back, "I'll start packing now, Moonshine. I'll leave in half an Hour. Stay safe."
I called out, "Kreacher? Can you and Dobby prepare a room for Luna? She will be staying here as a house guest."
Kreacher took a bow before Luna, "Kreacher is honored to serve Pureblood Miss Lovey. Room will be ready in ten minutes. Pureblood Miss Lovey calls for Kreacher, and Kreacher will show room."
Luna smiled her brightest smile and said, "Thank you, Kreacher. I appreciate your care for me."
After a shower and a meal, Dobby dropped the two old men off in Dover, dressed in
Sirius's old Muggle clothes with some Muggle money. I'd better not ask where he got the money from. Then he dropped Griphook on the steps of Gringotts.
Xxxxx
The letters are written, and Dobby delivered them. Twenty minutes later, Dobby said, "Betty is calling me, Master. And he popped away. Daphne said, "Betty is my personal elf, Lord Potter."
I nodded, "Then Dobby will arrive with an answer from your parents."
Dobby gave a letter to Daphne and Tracey, and one to me. The letter said,
Lord Potter/Black,
You have my wife's and my gratitude for saving Daphne and Tracey from Malfoy Manor. With both girls safe, we can start a fight. Lord Davis and I always kept our neutrality. The abduction of our daughters changed that.
My Daughter noticed that she is in a House from House Black. The War wards from House Black are legendary. Therefore, we ask that you give sanctuary to our Daughters. And, if you are willing, include my Daughter Astoria. That will free our hands to put up a fight.
Please answer quickly; time is of the essence. Once they notice the girls are missing, they will act fast.
You have our gratitude and our allegiance
Lord Greengrass
I looked up and said to Dobby, "Dobby, tell Betty to bring Miss Astoria in five minutes. I am going to register Astoria and Betty in the book. Betty can take care of Miss Daphne and Miss Astoria. Betty can sleep here too if she wants. Is that acceptable, Miss Daphne?
Daphne smiled. "It is, Lord Potter. Ask if she can bring fresh clothes, please, Dobby."
I hurried to my office and wrote Astoria and the House Elf Betty in as house guests. I called out, "Kreacher, prepare three more bedrooms, please. We have house guests. Betty, a House Elf from House Greengrass, will serve them. Give her a nice place to sleep."
Kreacher answered, "The rooms be ready in twenty minutes, Master. If Betty helps, it will be sooner."
Xxxxx
Astoria and Betty arrived with three trunks. Astoria rushed into Daphne's arms and sobbed, "I can't believe Draco did this to you, Daph! I thought he was a nice guy."
Daphne patted Astoria's back. "He was nice to you because he wanted our parents' fortune, Astoria. I looked through him from the moment I laid eyes on him."
I said to Betty, "Welcome, Betty. You met Dobby; he is serving the Houses Potter and Black. There is Kreacher, the Black House Elf. We also have Winky; I will bond with her when she wakes up tomorrow. Kreacher will show you everything."
I turned to the Sisters and Tracey, "Misses Greengrass, Miss Davis, I apologize if I broke some pure-blood customs. Nobody taught me them, and I bet Weasley was ordered to keep it that way. I noted you down as House Guests, and Betty as your personal Elf with access to the house. I did not write your parents in the book. They could be Imperio'd and ordered to take you back. Betty can act as a messenger. Is that acceptable?"
Miss Daphne nodded, "It is, Lord Potter. We will behave according to the House guest rules."
I shrugged, "I'll take your word on it, Miss Daphne. I don't know those rules. And please, call me Harry. You will be staying here for at least a few Months. To be honest, we only arrived here today around noon. I bonded with Dobby; he is a former Malfoy Elf. An hour ago, I asked him to check if they had prisoners in their dungeons."
"He reported that Luna was there with you two. In another chamber, they kept Olivander and Florian Fortesque, and a Goblin named Griphook. We could not leave you there; Dobby volunteered to bring you here. You know the rest. Your rooms will be ready soon. Kreacher will show them. I don't know where they are, to be honest."
Hermione asked, "What is Hogwarts like today? What changed?"
Tracey laughed bitterly, "You'd better ask what didn't change. Snape is the headmaster, and the Carrow twins are terrorizing everyone. Filch, that squib bastard, has a good time at Hogwarts; he can finally whip the students and chain them up. They are targeting the Halfbloods; all the Muggleborn disappeared in the first month."
Daphne said, "We heard that they made camps to put Muggleborns in. Even some Purebloods cannot escape the harassment, like Susan Bones and Neville Longbottom. They are the leaders of the opposition. They took us because we protested against their punishments, and to teach our parents a lesson."
A few minutes later, Kreacher popped in, "If the pureblood misses will follow me, Kreacher will show them to the small dining room. Kreacher, Dobby, and Betty be preparing dinner."
I chuckled, "Hermione, we have a small dining room. Why did Molly insist on eating in the kitchen?"
"I don't know, and frankly, I don't care. I am hungry, though," answered Hermione while she followed Kreacher.
Xxxxx
Kreacher was happy to serve four perfectly fine Pureblood mistresses; he used the best china and Goblin silver. I frowned when Hermione and I got normal tableware.
I reprimanded him, "Kreacher! I don't mind if you prefer to serve purebloods. But treat me and Hermione the same. If you can not do that, you can forget your place on the wall of honor. Now, this needs to be punished. Stand behind me, and you are forbidden to work or serve the pureblood girls for the rest of the day."
Betty gasped and whispered in Daphne's ear, "Lord Black is a mean man, Mistress. That be cruel to poor Kreacher."
Daphne witnessed what Kreacher did wrong and commented softly: "Kreacher was in the wrong, Betty. He served his Master with inferior tableware compared to ours. Harry is Lord of the House and deserves the respect that comes with the title."
I heard Betty and Daphne's conversation and said: "You don't have to fear me, Betty. Any disciplinary actions against you will be given by Daphne. Although I doubt a loyal and hard-working elf like you will ever need to be punished."
Hermione's and my plates changed into fine china. I smiled, "Thank you, Dobby."
That set the boundaries within which Kreacher can work. Don't sass the Lord!
I spoke up, "From tomorrow on, Kreacher will tell you which books from the library are safe to read for non-Blacks. Sirius once told me there are nasty ones among them. You are free to read the other books"
I continued, "That brings us to trips outside the house. You know you are safe in here. If you want or need to go out, let one of the elves follow you. They can pop you back here at the first sign of danger. And, I am sorry to say, avoid Magicals, including Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. They will be out looking for you."
I added, "If you want to meet with your boyfriend, that has to be done in the Muggle World. Never tell anyone where you are staying. I know all of this is pretty obvious, but I had to say it once. For me, I have to look for that rule book about House Guests in case I missed some details."
Astoria asked, "Are you and Granger together romantically?"
Hermione answered, "We just started something. It is not exactly dating, more like exploring if we can match. Does that answer your Question?"
Astoria nodded, "It does."
Tracey said, "You don't need to worry that we will tell a boyfriend of this house, Lord Black. Neither Daphne nor I am in a relationship with a boy. And I bet Astoria got over her crush on Malfoy. I don't know about Luna. Are you seeing a boy, Luna?"
Luna shook her head, "No, I'm not dating a girl either."
"With the state this country is in, it is best to hold off on the relationships," said Daphne. "It will bring extra dangers with it." She shrugged, "I probably have to marry someone from the Continent. Most candidates from Britain are marked, and if what I heard about what they have to do to get that mark is true, they will have to fight me to death before I allow them to touch me."
Tracey sighed, "Thank you for rescuing us, Lord Potter. The Death Eaters were forcing our parents to make big concessions and give aid to their movement. They will be sorry to have crossed them."
Xxxxx
After dinner, we went to our rooms; they are all on the same floor, ours. I looked at Kreacher, he said, "Fourth floor is for honored Guests, Master. Bad old Master let Hippogriff destroy the Master rooms on the fifth floor."
I nodded, "Restore those rooms when we have time, Kreacher. There is no rush for it now. There are still plenty of empty rooms."
A shout of joy got my attention; Luna cheered, "My trunk is here! All the things I lost are there! Thank you, whoever did this. Thank you!"
I went to her door and said, "That would be Dobby's work, Luna. He is the Hero of the day. Without him, you would still be in Malfoy's Dungeon."
Luna smiled brightly, "Dobby is my favorite Elf from now on!"
3. The Hallows!
I chuckled, "He will be happy to hear it, Luna. Relax, unpack, and tomorrow we will have a talk."
Our rooms are very spacious. I bet they are expanded with runes. The house is not that big on the outside, but if they can spell a tent into a two-story building, a house should be easier to expand.
I read in the books that they took Luna from the train, so she would have been in that dungeon for three or four days. The books didn't mention the Greengrasses or Davis. Their Parents must have caved in, probably signed a Magic contract… I read some interesting Fan Fictions about Contracts and how they could be abused.
I have to research contracts to freshen my memory and read a book about House Guests. That seems to be important. Pureblood rules can be complicated, but so are the Muggle Noble rules… I heard. I am the European version of a Redneck, a hillbilly. So, I do have manners, but they are all bad ones.
Xxxxx
Hermione came into my room and asked, "Where did that wand come from, Harry? It looks familiar."
I let her have a good look and grinned, "Dobby nicked it from Dumbledore's tomb. It accepted me as the owner."
She gasped, "You stole from a dead man? How could you?"
I shrugged, "Easy, Honey, it was easy. Dobby can still enter Hogwarts, and my wand is broken. Dumbledore got buried with the wand. And I am not very happy with what he was up to by ruining our lives. Getting his wand is a small compensation."
Hermione asked, "Are you certain that the wand accepted you, Harry?"
I asked, "How many times did you read that storybook Dumbledore left you, Hermione?"
"Dozens of times, Harry. Why do you ask?" answered Hermione.
I pushed further, "Do you remember the story about the three brothers who met Death?"
She nodded, "I did many times, Harry. What is your point?"
I smiled and asked with a big grin, "Do you happen to know of an old invisibility cloak, one that doesn't lose its enchantments no matter how old it gets?"
Slowly, it entered Hermione's brain, "Your invisibility cloak is one of them?"
I nodded, "It is. There is more, Hermione. I bet I have the resurrection stone too. Dumbledore made a lot of effort to let me see the Peverell Ring. In one of the memories, Marvolo Gaunt pushed that ring in front of a ministry official and said This ring has the Peverell coat of arms,' that must be the Resurrection Stone."
Hermione frowned, "We left in a hurry, Harry. Who would have given that stone to you?"
"Rufus Scrimgeour did, Honey," I answered. "That stone must be in the snitch. Do you remember what the message on the snitch was? I open at the end. That old bastard was expecting me to sacrifice my life to get rid of that thing in my scar.
I took the snitch out of my Mokeskin pouch and put my lips against it, "I am about to die."
The snitch opened, and the stone revealed itself. I shook my head. "This stone has a crack in it, Hermione. I bet it is broken, and Dumbledore must have enchanted it to encourage me to give up my life for his greater good."
Then I showed my new wand, "This is the most notorious wand in history, Hermione. The Elder Wand, the Death Stick. Dumbledore won it from his lover, Gellert Grindelwald. He never boasted about it, and rarely showed it to anyone."
I grinned, "So now stands before you the Master of Death! You don't need to bow, on your knees with your lips around my. Dude is acceptable too."
Hermione slapped my arm, "Don't joke about it, Harry. If people find out about that wand, they will hunt you down."
I hugged her, "News flash, Hermione Granger! They are already hunting me down. But you are right. Let me try something."
I took my broken wand out of my Mokeskin pouch and pointed the Death Stick at it, "REPARO!"
It worked! My old wand works perfectly fine! I looked at her, "I can open a wand repair shop, don't you think so?"
I put the death stick in my Mokeskin pouch and kept my old one in my hand. "The less people see that wand, the better, honey. I'll use my old one again."
She sat next to me and sighed, "To be honest, I did not expect a house full of people and House Elves, Harry. It is completely different from last month. Having a hot dinner was wonderful."
I put my arm around her and said, "I removed the Fidelius from the Wards and activated the War Wards. Only people I personally enter in the register can enter this House. That is something Sirius should have done instead of listening to that old coot. I'm getting angry just thinking about it."
I cleared my head of all negative thoughts… There is one more negative thought, however. I sighed, "With all those house guests, I can forget to bend you forward on the dining table and fuck you from behind until you pass out. Eating the naughty Librarian out between her books will be impossible too. A shame, I was looking forward to this. I guess we have to keep it to our rooms to do the horny stuff."
Hermione got a strange look in her eyes when I mentioned the naughty Librarian, but nodded, "That would probably be for the best, Harry. There is plenty of stuff we can do in the bedroom. I read all about it in Daddy's stack of dirty magazines."
I grinned at her, "Ah, is that where your fantasies came from? Mine did, I nicked a few of Dudley's Penthouses and Mayfairs. I made him think Petunia got them. We will do them all eventually, Honey."
I got serious, "I put the Locket in a Dragon hide bag and put it in my office. We should have thought of it from the start. Dragon hide is magic-resistant; that way, we would not have been that affected by it. I thought of three ways to destroy it, Hermione. We discussed one of them already."
I started naming them: "Basilisk Venom. But only if Dumbledore and Snape didn't already harvest that Basilisk. That snake is worth a lot of Galleons. I doubt Dumbledore would let it rot."
She groaned, "We should have thought of that ourselves, Harry. What is the second one?"
"The Sword of Gryffindor. It is made from Goblin Silver, and Goblin Silver is known to take in the properties it touches, making it stronger. Like basilisk venom. That sword can kill you with a little scratch now. I don't want to think about the third method: Fiendfire."
Hermione shook her head, "Forget Fiendfire, Harry. More than half of the casters lose control and are consumed by their own spell. I guess the Avada spell works too."
I had another idea, "Honey? I just thought of something. What if we set a Patronus on it? Oh, right, my Patronus changed its shape, Hermione. It's a Thestral now. Could it be because my heart stopped for a few moments?"
Hermione thought for a few moments, "It is possible, you didn't cast it lately either. Not since the Ministry. Carrying the Locket could have changed it."
I took the Elder Wand out and speculated, "Or bonding with the Elder Wand did it. I have all three Hallows in my possession; maybe that made it change its shape."
"That is also possible. Are you upset to lose your stag, Harry?"
I shrugged, "Only the bit that connected me to my father. A Thestral is a Magical beast. Having it as a Patronus is more impressive than a herd animal."
"Now give me a snog, horny slut… that doesn't sound right, Hermione. What about kiss me, sexy Babe?"
Hermione snogged the life out of me, then she said, "I'll be your horny slut in bed, Harry, and your sexy Babe with our clothes on. Now take those clothes off, I feel horny. We have three years to catch up. We could have been together that long; that has to be compensated."
It is great to be me.
Xxxxx
At the breakfast table, again in the small diner, we discussed our options. Hermione commented, "Despite everything, I still want to take my NEWT exams. I doubt this Death Eater Madness will last long. I plan to homeschool this year and take the Exams at the ICW."
Astoria grumbled, "I am in my OWL year, I need to study too."
Daphne shrugged, "I know all I need to know from Hogwarts, Father was teaching me how to manage our Estates and fortune."
Tracey shrugged too, "I'll probably end up being a trophy wife for some Pureblood. They usually don't like smart wives."
Luna smiled, "I'll take the Quibbler over from Daddy. As the boss, I don't need to show my NEWTs."
When they all looked at me, I said, "As Lord Potter and Lord Black, I have to start learning the rules and laws before they come to bite me in the ass. But my major concern is to get rid of that Muggleborn Dark Lord."
That started the discussion about Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I did that nifty anagram spell. I said, "Why do you think he put that taboo on that name? It is clearly a fake name, running from death in French? How old was he when he came up with that ridiculous name?"
Daphne said, "That is information our parents need to know. Lord Black, do I have your permission to write a letter to my Father about it?"
I shrugged, "Feel free to do so, Heiress Primary Greengrass. I would not have told you if I didn't want you to know."
Daphne almost blushed, "You may call me by my given name,… Harry."
I smiled at her, "Thank you for granting me that privilege, Daphne."
Hermione got us back on track, "So we will spend a part of the day studying. Harry, is there a room in this house to practice spells?"
I called out, "Kreacher? Is there a room where we can practice Magic safely?"
Kreacher popped in and answered, "Second Basement is built for students, Master." Reluctantly, he added, "Rooms need to be cleaned first, Master."
I shrugged, "There is no rush for it, Kreacher. Make sure the most-used rooms are clean and safe for our pureblood guests. Is Winky awake?"
Kreacher nodded, "She be waiting for Master's bond, Master."
I called our alcoholic elf, "Winky, come here, please."
Winky popped next to Kreacher. I asked, "Kreacher and Dobby must have told you, but do you want to be a Potter/Black elf?"
Winky asked to be sure, "You be making babies? Winky is allowed to care for babies?"
I pointed at Hermione, "Hermione will probably birth them, Winky, or maybe there will be others, I don't know yet. And if you want one for yourself, you may have one if you find a willing mate."
Winky gasped, "Winky be allowed to have babies? Winky wants to be a Potter/ Black elf, Master! Winky wants it a lot!"
After the bonding ritual, I told her, "Kreacher is the head elf because he is the oldest. I hired Dobby yesterday, and he is a good friend of mine. Betty is the personal elf to Miss Daphne. She will be responsible for our house guests, Miss Daphne, Miss Astoria, and Miss Tracey. You will take care of Miss Luna and Miss Hermione. Dobby is my personal Elf. Try to live and work in harmony. Welcome to the family, Winky, and please, don't drink Butterbeer, it is bad for House elves."
Winky had a nice blush, "I follow Master's orders, Master."
I turned to Kreacher, "Kreacher, set Winky on light duty until all the bad effects from butterbeer are gone. Give her potions if that will help her. Carry on."
Astoria chuckled, "So Harry, you and Hermione are going to make babies? That will leave many girls at Hogwarts disappointed. A lot of parents too."
I was puzzled, "What do the parents have to do with it, Astoria?"
Astoria laughed while she pointed to Daphne and Tracey, "They are the most eager to hook Lord Potter or Lord Black up with one of their daughters. The Blacks and Potters still have a lot of influence in our society. They have fixed seats in the Wizengamot and at the Board of Governors."
Hermione asked, "What do you mean by fixed seats, Astoria?"
Daphne answered it in her place. "It means that Houses Potter and Black were among the founders of the Wizengamot. Their seats, along with the other Founders' seats, are made permanent by Magic. Malfoy used the excuse of Draco being the next Lord Black to use the Black votes as a proxy. Dumbledore did the same with the Potter votes. It is also the same with Hogwarts Governors."
She looked at me and added, "You need to learn those rules fast, Harry. You also need to learn how to use the Magic rules to your advantage."
I sighed, "Like getting out of that Tournament. I was underage and could not enter that competition without my Magical Guardian's consent."
Tracey grinned, "You are picking it up fast, Harry. Dumbledore just had to say that he didn't allow you to participate."
Hermione shook her head, "Impossible. Harry's Parents must have appointed Magical guardians in their last Will. Dumbledore claimed guardianship illegally. He could not let it stick. Sirius Black or Alice Longbottom, Harry's Godparents, are the most likely candidates."
Tracey nodded, "And you are picking it up fast, too, Hermione. Magic has a fixed set of Core rules. Break those core rules, and you will be sorry."
I asked to test the waters, "Can you explain how fake Moody could fool that Goblet of Fire and let my name come out?"
Tracey answered, "We discussed it a lot in Slytherin. Being trapped in a Magic contract is something we all want to avoid. Knowing how he did it is crucial information for us. We could end up in unwanted marriage contracts, for example. And there are plenty of them."
Daphne said, "The most accepted explanation is that he confounded the Goblet to think there are four schools, and entered your name. Probably with a signature from one of your homework assignments."
I nodded, "That is what happened. Dumbledore questioned him with Veritaserum, and he confessed it. You snakes are smarter than Gryffindors; they kept on thinking I cheated. Some of those idiots still think I cheated."
Tracey giggled, "Not all the Snakes are smart, Harry. Draco used to think that too."
I shrugged, "Draco doesn't count. He is always acting like a Gryffindor. Running his mouth and making enemies all over the place. Well, I don't envy him now. Snake Face is angry at the Malfoys. And when Snake Face is angry: CRUCIO!"
I looked at Daphne and pointed out, "That is why they kept you at Malfoy Manor. Snake Face doesn't care about the Malfoys anymore. Any revenge action will start at Malfoy Manor. Snake Face has enough followers who want to make him a House Guest. They are fighting for that privilege."
Xxxxx
I found a book about House Guests, they are quite troublesome, to be honest. The parents dropped the Greengrasses and Davis off with me. If they die, I am supposed to care for them… permanently. House Guests, once acknowledged, can stay until they die or marry. There are upsides, once they are House guests longer than a year, that make me their Lord. I have to look up Lordships later. I bet there are pitfalls in there too.
Hmm, House Guest Rules: Once the Lord gives sanctuary to an unmarried Wizard or Witch, he is obligated to treat them as one of the family. To provide room, clothing, food, and an allowance until the day they marry or die.
Ah, this is interesting. When a female House Guest stays longer than one year in the house, they are considered Concubines, unless agreed differently. Too bad they won't stay that long. I plan to toast Voldy as fast as I can.
What else is in here… Crap! A Lord asking to accept their Daughters as House Guests is, in fact, asking to accept them as concubines. Ah, not in case there is a conflict. Then it is called sheltering refugees.
Meh, it is too soon to care about the consequences. It is a good way to get rid of unwanted family members, dump them with an unsuspecting Lord, and let him deal with them. Lucky for me, they are pretty. I would panic if they dumped Pansy and Millicent on my doorstep.
Xxxxx
I joined the others in the small study; the Weasleys avoided it like the plague. There was a small bookcase with the standard courses from Hogwarts. There are several couches with low tables next to them for books and snacks. These books are more detailed than the ones we have for class.
I shrugged, Dumbledore, no doubt. I blame everything on Dumbledore. Astoria tried to make conversation, "We heard that you can cast a corporeal Patronus, Harry. Can you teach us?"
I pointed to Hermione and Luna, "They can cast it too. Maybe you learn it faster if a girl teaches you."
Astoria shook her head, "They told me you are the better teacher."
I shrugged, "Fair enough, search your memory for an event that, when you remember it, fills you with love and joy. Real emotions, Astoria. A Corporeal Patronus needs true emotions. Love and Joy work best; try to force those emotions through your wand with the Spell. Cast Expecto Patronus, and point your wand forward. Have fun."
Luna closed her eyes for a bit and called out, Expecto Patronum Posta! A bunny hopped to Astoria and said, "Happy Memories, Astoria."
Astoria looked jealously at Luna, "I so want to learn that too."
I chuckled, "And you will. Once you find the right mindset, casting it will be easy."
Daphne asked, "Are we allowed to learn it too, Harry?"
I looked strangely at her and asked, "Did you just plug your ears when I explained the spell to Astoria? If I didn't want you to learn it, I would've taken Astoria to a different room... Sorry, that was too harsh. I guess you were only polite. Feel free to try the spell, Daphne."
I sighed, "That is also something I need to learn, proper manners. Knowing when you are serious or just being polite, for example. Dumbledore did his best to make me as socially inept as he could."
Daphne comforted me, "Knowing you need to learn them is half the work, Harry. We know you have a lack of good manners. We can work on it during our stay here."
Tracey complained, "Daphne! That is hard labor! Plus, we have to go through all those etiquette lessons again. That is torture! Hey! Here is an idea! Let Astoria teach him!"
Astoria protested, "Hey, you harlot! Why do I have to suffer alone? We all do it, or we let Harry read a few books about it… Let's start him on the books. That will keep him happy for a few weeks."
Suddenly, proper manners are not that important anymore. They are passing it around like a hot potato. Those lessons must have been boring…, but as they say, we have to bite the bullet… face the firing Squad… learn it at Gunpoint… crap, I suck at these wordplays.
Kreacher, the old bastard, must have heard the conversation and dropped three books on my desk. Proper Etiquette for Children by Stella Black, How to Behave Growing Up by Cassandra Black, and What a Lord is supposed to know by Arcturus Black… the one from two centuries ago.
Kreacher said, "Master be needing these to be a proper Black."
Luna giggled, "I read those. Grandma was a Black, and made Daddy memorize them. They are boring." She turned sad, "She died from Dragon pox before I was born. Daddy told me a lot about his mother."
I chided Luna, "Hey! No depressing thoughts are allowed! People are trying the Patronus Charm here. Happy thoughts, Luna. Or I will have to tickle you."
Luna sighed sadly, "I never had a tickle fight, Harry. I guess you have to punish me and start tickling."
Crap, I forgot she is a lonely girl who is abused in Ravenclaw. Well, she asked for it. I went to her with a big grin and started tickling her sides and armpits, "There you go, Missy Lovegood, one tickling fight coming your way. Tell me when to stop it."
A few minutes later, I asked, "Hmm, Luna? Are you planning to let me stop tickling today, if ever?
Luna giggled, "It has been years since I laughed this much, Harry. I don't want it to stop right now. A bit longer, please."
I nodded, "OK, you wanted more, let's find out if your feet are ticklish."
That was Luna's weak spot. I barely started tickling when she shouted while laughing, "Please stop! I will have to pee if you don't stop!"
I stopped, "We can not have our Luna pee her knickers. It was fun, Luna. Ask me again if you need another good tickling."
Luna hugged me and said, "I will, thank you, Harry."
I turned to the other girls and said, "This might help you find the right emotion: Expecto Patronum!"
My Thestral pranced around in the room, Hermione found it a good idea and added her... Doe? Honey? I just changed my Stag into a winged horse! Luna's Bunny was hopping after my Thestral. It got rid of all gloomy feelings. The girls were getting into the correct feelings.
Tracey was the first to try, "Expecto Patronum!"
A white vapor came out of her wand. Disappointed, she said, "Darn, I thought I got it right."
I commented, "It was a good try; it took me months to get it right. I had a bad teacher, though."
Tracey asked, "Who taught you?"
I answered, "Professor Lupin, he had the bright idea to expose me to the effects of a Dementor and let me try. My Bogart turns into a Dementor, so I could practice on it in the castle. It was not the Dementor that stopped me from learning the spell. The Dementor let me hear the voices of my parents, and I didn't want it to stop."
I groaned, "Great, now I killed the happy mood in the room."
Astoria dryly commented, "Maybe Luna should start tickling you."
Hermione looked up from her book and said, "That is a good suggestion. It has been a while since Harry had a good laugh. Go for it, Luna. You can help if you want, Astoria."
Luna jumped me, pushed me down, and started tickling. I have to admit, getting tickled felt liberating. Harry's memories are bloody depressing me. So I am happy to let Luna tickle me. It helped that she straddled me while doing it. Maybe it isn't intentional, but she is grinding her pussy against my dong, one that was already hard from tickling Luna.
Luna froze for a moment and asked, while she wiggled her hips, "Harry? Do you have an erection?"
I answered, "Yes, Luna, I am a healthy… almost healthy boy. So it is normal to have one when a pretty girl is straddling me."
Luna stopped wiggling her hips and asked, "What should I do now?"
Tracey answered, "If you want to go further, I suggest finding a room for some privacy. Or stay here if you don't mind an audience."
"I don't have experience with boys," confessed Luna, still sitting on my Dong, "Most of them wanted to taunt and mock me. This feels good, though."
I patted Luna's hip. You'd better get out of here before it goes too far, Luna. Although I have to say it feels good for me too. Ah! I bet it is time for lunch!"
Luna moved off my body. When we walked to the dining room, she sighed softly, "That felt better than tickling."
Astoria was next to her and asked silently, "It does? How did it feel?"
Luna dreamily answered, "I felt his hard penis pressed against my fanny. It made me hot and tingly inside. Too bad he is with Hermione."
Xxxxx
One of the things most Fan Fictions let Harry do is to fix his body and remove all the years of abuse and starvation. That is my goal too. I am tired of being the runt of the litter. I am the smallest in our year. That is why those movies showed a wrong picture of the Wizarding World. Radcliff was a normally sized boy.
Anyway, I let Dobby buy Skelegrow, Musclegrow, and nutritious potions to optimize the effects of the potions. I had to add food supplements to provide the nutrition for my growth. If I had hurried the process, I could have done it in a week, according to a book. I am going to kill Pomfrey when I see her.
I am going to spread it over a month, too much Skelegrow can give nasty side effects. Madam Maxime declared her height was a skelegrow side effect. So better safe than sorry.
Xxxxx
Three intense days later, Astoria got her Patronus, a horse. Not a racehorse, no, she has a draft horse. If I must guess: a Belgian Draft Horse, a Brabaçon. It is the size of two normal horses. She spammed that horse every time she had enough Magic for it. Just to make Daphne and Tracey jealous, so they didn't get in the right mood.
When I noticed it, I commented, "That is not nice of you, Astoria. You deserve a spanking for sabotaging Daphne and Tracey. Stop teasing them, or you'll go over my knee."
Astoria gasped, "You wouldn't dare! That is child abuse!"
I shrugged, "You are in your OWL year, so you must be at least 15. That is old enough to get your ass tanned."
Daphne was annoyed, "Stop spamming that fat horse, Astoria, or I will be the one putting you over Harry's knee for that spanking."
I stood up and said to Hermione, "Come, help me find a book in the library."
Xxxxx
In the library, Hermione asked, "What book do you need, Harry?"
I pulled her into a kiss and answered, "None, but talking about all that spanking got my imagination running wild. I want to eat my pretty Librarian's pussy, or do you prefer a spanking?"