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Deliver Me	By : Aresgodofchaos Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15669 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I would not be a struggling college student. I would be somewhere in the sun drinking Cristal.

Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-A real chapter at last
- 10
- 11
- 12
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I would not be a struggling college student. I would be somewhere in the sun drinking Cristal.
Italics- thoughts
Bold- can be Parseltongue or word emphasis depending on who is talking and the situation
Questons:
Is the OMC Leon Gregory?
Hmmm…maybe then again maybe not. I will tell you this he is important for the future and will not be a favorite of Augusta.
Will Harry get another familiar?
Eventually
Is Harry gay?
I am sure I mentioned this in the intro from chap 1. Harry is gay
How will the Dreamless Sleep affect Harry?
I know but you need to read to find out. Let's just say he was told by Mintworth to only use it for a certain time for a very good reason
Once again…please stop messaging me that I written things into my story that are against canon. This is fanfiction remember that. If you don't like you don't have to read. Thank you and enjoy.
Happy reading and Please review! The main reason why I continue this story is due to reviews. Without it I would think you all hated it and I would take it off fanfiction.
There are two sex scenes in this chapter- one slash the other het
Chapter 11 (word count 15,000+)
There had been serious fallout due to the Potter-Black scandal. Jobs were lost and demotions had occurred within the Ministry. The public had clamored for Fudge to be removed from office. However, Fudge, although seemingly incompetent to some, did not reach his political stature by drinking tea and seeming jolly. The man was a brilliant political strategist but sadly he only used most of his wit to help himself and his cronies and to end the careers of his enemies. He managed to save his job by going to both houses within the Wizengamot and calling for the mandatory use of Veritaserum and corroboration by the Unspeakables in all cases in which a guilty verdict would result in lengthy prison sentences or the Kiss. The changes in the law made him save face and look like a reformer particularly since several infamous cases were retried and verdicts had been changed and no less than eight people had been released from the hell that was Azkaban and the true criminals imprisoned. As the weeks passed it soon became business as usual within the government of the English wizarding society.
Percy was on his way back to his desk after he dropped off some sensitive documents at another department. His father then came off the lift as he walked by while the disembodied voice declared the stop.
"Percy, Percy, I am so glad I have caught up with you. You are a hard person to keep track off. Your mother and I were just wondering when you would like to visit us and the rest of the family," said Arthur Weasley in a jovial manner which was in contrast with the worry he really felt.
The shakedown in the Ministry did have victims including Arthur Weasley. Fudge had threatened to fire Weasley due to the fact that the family was one of those who stood openly against Potter during the trial a little over two years ago. However, no one who was fully qualified really wanted to be the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Weasley also saved his job by subtly stating that his sons were once the good friends of Harry. Besides, the evidence seemed so obvious back then and many believed what was printed in the papers and said on the holos no matter how much the remarks disparaged Harry Potter and even though some of the news was really unsubstantiated rumor. More than a few in society (including a minute few with better breeding than the Weasleys) thought Potter should forgive them and move on. Sadly (or perhaps stupidly) the Weasleys were part of this group.
Percy looked back at his father and then softly laughed as he shook his head.
"I have been working in the same office for the past two years. You have only come to see me once personally and that was when you strongly suggested I join the Order of the Phoenix. I had my reasons for separation and the family had their reasons also. Besides I have done fine these past few years with my own friends. Why the need for a reunion now?" asked Percy as he stared sharply into his father's eyes. Both men were at the same eyelevel as they both had the same height of 6ft. 4inches.
"There is no occasion Percy. I miss my third-born that is all. Your mother and the younger ones do miss you as well. Your mum has invited you to a small get together on the last Sunday of the month…we hope you can come," said Arthur with a smile however his eyes betrayed his hesitancy.
Percy looked at his father and then gave a hollow laugh.
"Father, I am sorry but I will be unable to meet with the others as I am just simply much too busy over the next few…months. Give them my regards. Besides I already have plans for that date. I have been invited to a gathering which is to be hosted by Lady Longbottom. It is the introduction party for her grandson and grandnephew. Maybe some other time perhaps?" said Percy as he turned to continue on his business.
Arthur was shocked. Percy was invited to their introduction party? How in Morgana's name did that happen? I know he was not declared traitor but is he really that close to them? Then again maybe they were just being civil towards Percy. Percy was never one to make friends easily so I know it was not his smashing personality that caused this. Hmmm….this bears thinking.
"Yes, Percy, perhaps some other time will be better. Oh and congratulations on your wise investment. I read, about a fortnight ago in Wilson's (1) , about the precarious investment that you had made concerning the demiguises. It seems that the family luck has really turned around. I had smashing luck with some investment across the pond but your investment had a much better return. Perhaps in the future we can trade tips…hmmm?" said Arthur.
Percy turned back around and then said, "Thank you but it had nothing to do with 'family luck'. It was a simply an investment that I researched in depth before taking on the risk. The Weasley name is not having any luck these days according to the way it is lambasted in the press. Anyways, I must be going for I have plenty of files to go through before the day is done," said Percy as he turned to walk away.
"Umm...yes…busy…so am I. I will chat to you later…oh and congratulations on your promotion," said Arthur to his son, who was already on his way back to his office. Percy simply mentally snorted and continued on his way to his office.
After the Potter-Black debacle Fudge had suddenly gone through a moment of clarity and remembered when his one of many junior assistants had cautioned him to further investigate the Potter case. Percy had shown a history of hard work and he was not one to simply follow along with any ideas just because it was the popular choice. Fudge, after the bad press came out, surprisingly remembered the sage words. Within the week Percy was the new Chief Senior Assistant (after Sir Titus Demarkely was fast tracked to retirement) and now one of the rising stars in the Labour Party(2). He was finally getting the recognition he deserved and he was happy and a bit nervous at the opportunity.
Percy(3) was a brilliant young man. He had received O's on 12 O.W.L.S. and double O's on 9 N.E.W.T.S. hence his scores had garnered him a full academic and boarding scholarship to Gatland University(4) . He ended up studying political science and international relations with minors in transfiguration, arithmancy, French, and German(5). Percy graduated with high honors and then went onto a fifteen month internship in the French Ministry's office of the International Magical Trading Standards Body(6) . Instead of staying in France with a burgeoning career and contacts, he decided to take a gopher position in Fudge's office. The two years Percy spent in Fudge's office were long, strenuous, and mostly thankless but through sticking with his goals and beliefs he was finally reaping the rewards.
Percy walked into his office, sat down, and then sent a charm to the door to lock it for the next hour (his lunch period). He stretched back on his chair and yawned. He was tired yet not as tired as he used to be especially since he now had more regular hours. He had begun a part-time law and government program at Gatland when returned to England two years before and he was finally embarking on his last six months of his study. He didn't wish to become a practicing Ministry barrister but he knew the degree would help in his career. Percy thought about the last five years of his life and how much his life had changed. He had grown out of his social shell and was now quite a popular fellow particularly in Wizarding Paris among the upper middle class and some lower aristocracy. He had true friends who still stayed by his side despite the social dangers of having his last name. He had lived in Wizarding Paris while working within the city of Gaugan(7) and had come into his own during his time there. Percy outgrew his freckles and now his skin had a ruddy glow and along with his height and his finely built musculature (due to daily exercise….he might have been a busy man who was not too vain but his looks were of great consequence) was favorite among the single Parisian witches of that class.
Percy's mind then went towards Harry Potter. He was still shocked that he had been invited to the introduction party. Personally he did not feel that he was truly worthy of the invitation for he felt it was more than enough that he had not been included in the blood traitor denouncement. Nevertheless, Percy was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and he would make sure he was useful to Harry. He now was in a position to have a bit of influence in some of Fudge's decisions and be a bit closer to those who influenced the politico particularly Dumbledore.
I might never be friends with Harry or the Longbottoms but I will make sure that I am able to help them in my own small way particularly if I help them dismantle the monopoly Dumbledore has in Wizengamot. I never trusted that man….he is far too slippery by half and that blasted demeanor he has is just an intricate ruse…I am certain of it. He thinks just because he is on the supposed right side it makes all his choices the best. Percy yawned and then stretched. He then pointed his wand to the table that was close to the floo in the room. His lunch under a stasis charm in order for it to stay hot because chicken pot pie and biscuits tasted better fresh from the oven. Carrying lunch with him to work was a habit he had formed when he was less financially secure. Even so, Percy knew what it was like to struggle and saw no need to start spending frivolously so he always carried his elf-prepared lunches.
Percy dove into his lunch knowing full well that he had plenty of paper work to complete along with school work and knew he probably would not be able to lie down until the wee hours of the morning.
Harry stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection. He was dressed in a crème colored dress shirt and grey dress slacks which was made from the highest quality cloth. He then combed his hair until it was lying on the nape of his neck which gave him a bit of a lengthy yet neat windswept look. He then walked to his bed and then out on the grey dress robe.
He looked at himself in the mirror once again. His aunt and Neville were not going with him to meet the Delacours at this time. He was going to meet with them first and get to know this side of his family a little. However, Neville and his aunt were going to be attending dinner over at the Delacours summer château Thursday.
Neville was busy with Luna seeing the flying tortoises and the ipo-ipo(8) at the zoo. Xeno was busy finding odd yet newsworthy stories in the Paris and Augusta was attending the most exclusive salons in Gaugan.
Harry cast a tempus charm. 12:45.
He then picked up the feather which Fleur had sent him by house elf and then remembered to put his shrunken trunk in his pocket.
The portkey glowed and then suddenly Harry felt that slightly uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
He then disappeared.
10 minute before at Valençay(9) (the Delacour château)
There were the sounds of running and shouts in the lower level of the home. The house elves were also caught in the frenzy of movement.
"Harry will not need all this food, maman(10) . There is enough for a bonding feast with fifty guests! Surely you don't expect him to be some sort of ravenous beast because there might be plenty of us but Merlin…..this is much too much. You also did not have to spend so much time on the menu," said Gabrielle as she put the finishing touches on the decorations.
"I told your mother, it was only lunch, but she knows best I suppose," said Gautier(11) , Fleur's and Gabrielle's father, with a smile.
"Well, I don't know what he likes and now he will have plenty of choices. Besides the quints are coming they will help. Dear Hera, they always do for I swear they are always famished," said Apolline.
"Did they have to come to come? I still cannot believe they tried to set up Giselle, Rose, and I up with those beastly friends of theirs," said Fleur with a pretty pout. She would never forgive her cousins for setting her friends and herself up with blind dates and for the disaster that occurred afterward. Then again it served them right going out with anyone who were friends with the quints and who were multiples as well.
"Hey we heard that and we already explained and they already apologized. Besides it was not their fault they were so nervous that they had gotten drunk beforehand. It never affected them before. Perhaps the beauty was too much for them," said Michel, with a laugh in his pretty blue eyes. His identical brothers, Rene, Yves, Laurent and Marcel, looked at Fleur and then burst into laughs.
Fleur just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Why do I bother? They will never learn.
"Don't worry my precious Fleur. One day they will outgrow the madness….hopefully," said Colette. She was the younger sister of the late Agamemnon Malfoy nee Delacour. At 247 years old she looked like a vibrant muggle in their late sixties. She had long silver hair which she kept in a regal coif which left not a hair past her shoulders. She was wearing the latest style by Opuulza(12) and looking quite smart. She had just come back from her journey across the pond by international floo. Her only child, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren lived in Canada (in wizarding Montreal). They would come for the journey in order to see Harry during winter holidays.
Only a small number of the family would be present for today's initial meeting. The Delacours along with the other relatives through marriage included a large group of people aging from 284 to three in the womb. Gautier and his family, his sisters Marie and Aurora and their families, and Celeste would be the only ones to see Harry today. As the week progressed more family members would come and see the descendant of the child that Julius and Agamemnon Malfoy (nee Delacour) had searched and mourned for until their last breath.
Anyone in the family who was older than sixty-five remembered Julius, who mourned the death of his stunning and chatty daughter, who was the apple of his eye. Anyone over forty remembered Agamemnon and the times he sometimes went into deep mourning over the death of his dear daughter. Julius and Agamemnon had two children, Abraxas and the lovely Claudia. Abraxas was twenty when his sister was born. Not her death but the manner of the death shook his psyche and life deeply. Many within the family suspected that is what drove him to get in league with You-Know-Who. Abraxas, although a ruthless person when needed, was the epitome of a pureblood when with family. Lucius and his family were still close with the Delacours despite his political leanings(13). A few wondered how relations would be between Harry and the Malfoys however that was a discussion left to another day.
The last preparations were made and then all present sat on the various couches and chairs that decorated the large sitting room.
Fleur and Gabrielle were very nervous. They had not seen Harry since the Tri-Wizard Cup however; they had kept in touch through letters before Harry was imprisoned. After Harry's trial, Fleur and Gabrielle supported Harry and the Longbottoms by signing petitions and demonstrating in the English Ministry of Magic every first Sunday of the month. They were the happiest to find out that Harry was not only a free man but also family.
Various conversations were tossed around the room as they waited for Harry to show up. The quints were discussing doing something for their new found relation. They were only ten years older than Harry and were sure they would love the new member of their large family.
There was a yellow glow in front of the fireplace. A person who has a portkey that was keyed into the wards was coming. The yellow glow became a bit brighter and then an extremely handsome young man who was a bit short appeared. He landed a bit unsteadily.
"Well that ended better than I thought it was," said Harry as the portkey disappeared in a flash. He still was still a bit squeamish where portkeys were concerned. To Harry, this particular mode of transportation felt like a rollercoaster multiplied by ten however he planned to get over that feeling soon. One simply could not use floo all the time and carriages just did not mesh with his twentieth century thinking.
Everyone looked at Harry. There were plenty of smiles and tears in some eyes. Fleur and Gabrielle got up out of their seats.
"Harry," exclaimed Gabrielle as she ran to Harry and gave him a hug. She had to stretch a bit as she was a very petite young woman.
Harry smiled and then whispered in her ear, "Fair Gabby, not so long ago I would have thought this all a mad dream".
Fleur smiled sadly and then just hugged her long missed friend as tears began to flow down her cheeks. Her heart hurt for dear Harry, who lost two years of his life in that terrible English prison. She knew that although Harry seemed alright and well-adjusted that looks could be very deceiving. She would do her best to help Harry along all the while making sure she did not treat him like fragile glass.
"Fleur, you are looking as lovely as ever," smiled Harry as they parted from their three-way hug.
"Well, I do try," said Fleur in a fake haughty manner. The three laughed.
Colette looked at the young man. This young man was the grandson of the little boy who Agamemnon and Julius so diligently searched for. During that search there was so much heartache on both the Delacour and the Malfoy sides. There were plenty of imposters and charlatans over the years who claimed to be the missing heir and many had gotten plenty of money due to their intricate trickery. It was twenty years ago when both families had finally built a memorial for Claudius and admitted that the little boy had most likely died the same day when his mother and aunt were murdered and the Weasleys took the body just to prolong suffering. However, in this young man she realized that Claudius did live. He might have not had a happy ending to his life but he left a child and that child then had a child. It would seem that Claudius' line seemed somewhat cursed due to all the problems that his daughter and grandson had. She would make sure that Harry would never suffer again. Tears began to stream down her wrinkled cheeks.
Harry looked past Fleur and Gabrielle and made eye contact with the rest of his extended family.
Collette stood up and then walked towards Harry. Gabrielle and Fleur moved aside. They both knew how important this moment was for their arrière-grand-mère.
Colette and Harry looked at each other eye-to-eye (as they were the same height). Harry knew who this was. This was his great-great-grand aunt. She had written him a lengthy twelve page letter. Although he had not met her or even heard of her, that letter had made him feel loved and as if they were not strangers.
"Welcome home, Harry," said Colette in a thick French accent that was also deepened by tears and the feelings bubbling up within her. She wanted to move to hug him but she wanted him to make the move. He might have felt easy enough to let the Fleur and Gabrielle hug him but they were not strangers to him.
Harry looked at the elderly woman and then hugged her as the word, Grandma, left his lips. Cries then wracked the body of Colette. She desperately wished Agamemnon and Julius was alive however she would introduce him to the portraits of all those who searched and had passed out of this life without anything to show.
There was not a dry eye in the room.
There were laughs as they all sat at the long table in one of the many gardens. Introductions had been made earlier in one of the drawing rooms. Then introductions became conversations and then soon they all were like family. Lunch had been completely forgotten and it was not until stomachs grumbled that the banquet was remembered.
Harry began to eat the very tasty blanquette de veau(14) . It was his first time eating this particular French dish but he was dazzled by the rich flavors which were mingled with the rich aroma.
"So dear Harry, once your introduction party passes we must take you to the best social clubs in Paris. You will be quite popular especially with us at your side," said Yves with a spark of mischief in his eyes.
Harry was about to speak when Fleur interrupted.
"Say no, Harry. Those five will do nothing my drive you insane with their antics," said the beautiful, blond Veela. Laughs came from all those around the table.
"Ahh, my dear cousin, you wound me," said Laurent with a dramatic flair as he feigned heart pain.
"Harry, don't worry you shall have fun. I know you will be back in your studies soon however we can take you to at least Chevalier. You must also bring your cousin, Neville. Society here can be a very, very tricky thing," said Marcel.
"But don't worry Harry, we shall make sure that you have the best of fun and only met the best peoples of course….la crème de la culture(15) . You will have the chance to meet plenty of people who come from great families and you might make some life-long friends. We will make you the talk of the town," said Yves.
"I don't know about being the talk of the town but I would not mind more friends. At this point, not including family, I have zero. Luna is practically family so I cannot really count her," said Harry as he played around with the last piece of veal on his plate. He was so full of the delicious meal but he still wanted dessert.
"Well, you are in a higher year than Gabrielle but at the Le Collège you will meet many peoples. The quintuplets went there as well as many of the family. There is a tradition among the Delacour family to send our girls to Beauxbatons so Gabrielle is there now. However, Fleur is going to Le Collège for her mastery. Hogwarts is a quaint school; however, I do believe there are a bit xenophobic in their views. A school of such supposedly high caliber and it only accepts wizards and witches? Qu'est-ce une parodie d'un magnifique école(16). Then again only a few families worth my interest send their children there. Don't worry, my dear Harry, you will have a grand time as will your cousin and Miss Lovegood," said Apolline.
"You will have a grand time, Harry. We (as in all the quints) are at the Le Collège as well. I only have one year left until I gain my mastery in political science and modern runes. I spent all my education there and I had some of the funniest and best experiences there. I met some great people…then again I met some incredible idiots but that is part of life. You will fit right in. Yes, there might be some sycophants who will wish to orbit around you due to your status but many prestigious families from all over Europe and even Asia and Africa send their children to Le Collège. Many people won't care a jot about your titles…they might care about how much of a pureblood you are and your heritage of course for possible marriage purposes but other than that you will not be hounded as you were at Hogwarts," said Yves.
"Marriage? Your funning right?" said Harry.
"He is not joking, Now that it is known that you are directly related to three well known houses and due to marriage related to several prestigious others, and are lord of three wealthy houses, all of which are in the haute monde, you are quite a sweet piece of marzipan on the marriage mart. Parents will be throwing their daughters…and their sons towards you. Those of us in the right crowd, of course, will carry ourselves in a much more civilized manner but you will receive plenty of invitations to various soirees, balls, and other outings. It comes with the territory", said Aurora, mother of the quintuplets and wife of François Desmarais, who was the Duc de Fimarcon(17) and an important figure within the French Ministry and French royalty.
"I am sure Lady Longbottom just has not gotten around to explaining that side of life to you, Harry. It will be alright. We have all gone through it although since I am younger and I am not yet 'out' yet where society is concerned I have only experienced it to a much less degree," said Gabrielle. She was only fourteen and still had three years before she was officially 'out'. However, it was already obvious that she would be a blonde beauty like her mother and sister. The only difference was that Gabrielle had inherited her father's violet eyes unlike Fleur who has inherited their mother's pristine blue eyes.
"Oh Harry, don't worry about it. You will get used to it eventually and then some have more tact than others in that situation. My brothers and I have made it to 27….mostly unharmed. There are a few out there who are a …..bit more enthusiastic…than others but those people are never usually the right people anyhow. Anyways, can we talk about something less depressing such as dessert?" said Rene.
Harry and the others immediately went after the bait. Suddenly the used plates were cleared off the table due to the serving elves. A few seconds later a small plate appeared in front of everyone. Harry did not know what it was but it looked very pretty. In fact the dessert looked like it was painstakingly put together and it seemed a shame to eat it.
"Harry, this is Poire belle Hélène(18). It tastes as divine as it looks. Go ahead…try it," said Colette.
Harry picked up a bit pear using his utensil. He then put food to his mouth and then began to chew.
MERLIN! This tastes great…..loads better than the special desserts that were served before Yuletide break at Hogwarts.
Harry was so engrossed in the flavor-fest in his mouth and with the dessert in front of him that he momentarily forgot about his family around him.
"I told you I knew what I was doing. That look is worth all the preparation. Besides you all seem to have forgotten that Harry needs to follow a specific caloric intake for the next few weeks. I wanted to give him the best culinary dishes while working within those parameters," said Apolline with a beautiful smile.
"Yes, my love it seems I was very wise to defer to your exceptional judgment in this matter," said Gautier with a smirk.
"Of course, dear. You know that I am usually right after all," said Apolline with a pretty smirk that made her blue eyes sparkle.
There were small laughs from around the table as everyone dug into their dessert.
At Paddington Manor in England a few hours later…
Sir Leon Paddington sat in his study along with his two sons and their spouses. Sir Paddington's heir, Charles, was present with his wife, Katherine. Katherine Paddington nee Breitenbach, was the daughter of Erzherzog(19) Heinrich Breitenbach. Erzherzog Breitenbach was the only child of a prince to throne of Wizarding Germany(20). His father was the last of seven sons. Although Breitenbach was not directly in line to the throne, he was 67th in the line of succession due to the fact that the throne could only be inherited through the male line. The marriage had been a huge social coup for the Paddingtons and was a love match even though there was a 57 year age difference between the bride and groom.
Katherine was sitting in quite a comfortable chair. She was seventeen weeks into her first pregnancy at the age of 100. She however, was not worried about her unborn at the moment. She was worried about the way the press has portrayed the Wischards. The Paddingtons were affected by this association by the glaring fact that Sir Paddington's youngest son had married into that family. Hence her life was affected. She looked at Frederick and Garnett with thinly veiled hostility. She HAD NEVER liked the pair. She had always suspected that there was more to the story where Frederick and his first husband were concerned. However, she had never put much thought to it in years past. She was just glad that she had married Charles in 1949. For due to the slight scandal that had rocked the Wischards and Paddingtons in 1960, she knew her father would never have allowed the marriage to take place if she needed permission at that time. If it were not for her pregnancy, she even suspected her father might now be pushing for her to have a divorce in order to separate herself and the family in Berlin from the scandal, even though that would have been a scandal in and of itself.
Although she loved Charles and her father-in-law, she could not bring herself to have any friendly feelings beyond forced civility for his younger brother and his older husband. Garnett had what she saw as, a flair of fakeness around him that she had immediately spotted when she first met him. Many saw his seemingly refreshing personality and vivaciousness as quite endearing and as a breath of fresh air. Katherine only saw it as trite and stifling. The beautiful woman rubbed her protruding belly and looked up. All the other men were sitting there not saying a word.
Well this simply will not do. I will not sit here and suffer the presence of that idiot and his idiot husband in silence. The quicker this is said the better.
"Messrs. Wischard, this mess has unimaginable ramifications…..ramifications that have reached Berlin and far beyond my vater(21). What do you plan to do? For if you cannot clean this mess up, I assure you I know plenty who will," said Katherine with a glint of a smirk in her eye.
All in the room immediately understood the underlying threat in the statement: This news had already reached the ears of the royal family in Berlin…even the ears of the König(22) and Königin(23) and they were displeased. If Frederick and Garnett could not control and handle the situation then someone from Berlin would.
"Katherine, I assure you that all will be done and I will give my services if need be. You, my love, need to not worry yourself right now. The stress is not good for you," said Charles. He dearly loved his wife. Her dark beauty enthralled his senses and ensnared his heart. Men always lusted after her…she did have Siren and Veela blood in her. However, she had fallen in love…heads over heels in love with him. Charles was not the most handsome of men. His nose was a bit too large, his ears a bit too large, and he was very tall…almost 6ft.9 inches, and his hair was a non-descript color between light brown and yellow-blond. However, he had the clearest blue-green eyes that lit up when he smiled and despite his height he walked with a commanding and confident air and he built muscles to prevent himself from looking lanky and clumsy.
It was during a Ministry ball in Berlin that they had met. At the time Charles was a naturalized German citizen who worked within the Treasury Department of the German Ministry. It had taken two years to get Katherine's attention, which was quite difficult since he only could meet her at balls, parties, and other such get-togethers. They had been platonic friends for three years before Katherine formed feelings for him. It had taken another five years for her father to agree to his suit. However, he treasured those years for in the end her had gotten his prize. Nevertheless, he did not need his wife to be stressing herself. They had tried unsuccessfully since their tenth anniversary for a child. Charles also knew that Garnett was smug on that point where Katherine was concerned. Charles always had to act as a buffer between the two, who got along like oil and water before the apothecaries added the proper bufferS(24). However, he was not going to endanger his wife nor the precious package she carried no matter how much he loved his younger brother.
"Frederick, this situation is not terrible yet, but it is bad. I will not have my wife stressed by your sins of the past. You will…," started Charles in a stern voice before he was interrupted.
"Are you telling me what I will do? Do not overstretch your bounds. You seem to forget yourself sir, for I am not a child to be commanded by you. I already have the situation under control. I am in contact with the Longbottoms, Delacours, Malfoys, and Harry Potter himself. Yes, the situation must be dealt with delicately but I will not have you running slipshod and ruining well laid plans. You might do well in Berlin, but….," said Frederick before he was interrupted.
"Boys, we will stop this bickering immediately. Frederick, Katherine did not mean any harm. You do not have as much to lose as she does. She is the one who has to deal with the vast intricacies and inner workings of the German Court. Garnett and you are only in that social scene through her and Charles. She just wants you to be careful that is all, especially since in a few months she will have a child to worry about as well. I also want no mistakes made. The Tremayne name is nothing to balk at. I did a bit of research yesterday and Lord Potter is 258th in line for the French throne since both sexes can inherit. However, unlikely it will be that he will inherit, Lord Potter is related to the Fimarcons, and the Archambaults due to his relation to the Delacours, who are much higher on the list. You need outside help where this is concerned, Frederick and Garnett. This situation is so sensitive that it must be handled with the utmost of care. Many are watching for our every move and looking for any weakness that they can take advantage of. Charles, there is no need for you to worry yourself and Katherine. I will handle this myself," said Leon with a determined air.
Sir Leon Paddington, was a widower who was 255 years old. To anyone who grew up with muggles, they would have said he looked like Sean Connery circa the late 1980s.
Leon was a man who could not stand nonsense and the shirking of duties. When his wife died giving birth to his last child, Constance (who died three weeks after birth) one-hundred-nine years ago, he wanted to grieve. He did not love, Serena, however he deeply respected the pretty woman and she had been a rock to him for seventy years. In spite of this, he had to care for young Garrett who at the time was not even breecheD(25) and Charles was in Germany making a name for himself. He raised Garnett along with his mother, who had passed when Garnett was fifteen. He had not married again but he had kept a few rich widows as mistresses…mistresses who understood that their business was not to be front page news in the society rags. Leon was determined not to have Paddington House go down in flames socially, due to the inadequacies of Frederick. It saddened Leon that what he was told of Theodore seemed to not have been the whole truth, however, that was in the past. It was time for damage control. The rest would be dealt with later.
All within the room were astonished by what Leon said. For him to personally want to take hold of the reins in this situation showed that he wanted to make sure no stone was unturned. It also showed that Leon thought the Wischards were in over their heads.
"Papa, I am sure that Frederick and I can manage. Harry is going to meet us with on Sunday and he has written Ashleigh and Holden. It seems that they will be schoolmates. You don't need to give yourself any extra work," said Garnett. He was not too keen on his father getting in the middle of this. Garnett loved his father but he was also a bit afraid of the man. Garnett, unlike his brother, was a beautiful man and Garnett was very aware of the fact. However, it was Charles who was always his father's most favored son. This was due to the fact that Charles seemed to excel in everything. He graduated top of his class from one of the top wizarding schools in Holland. He then went on to university in Berlin and graduated in the top of his class again. He had worked hard and was given a title of his own because of 'superior service to the Ministry and Crown' (26) by the German royal family three years before he met Katherine. Garnett felt like a distant second to his brother even though he still loved Charles deeply. He was a good student but not the best and he did not really want to work after he attended Salisbury University(27). He wanted to be a society husband but that did not make him less capable.
Garnett was also looking at Katherine. He HATED the bitch despite her relationship to Charles. She thought she was so much better than everyone. He tired of her chatter at parties and he just hated overall. He always knew that although she was titled she was not worth an ounce of hippogriff dung. Katherine was looking at Garnett with a very slight smile on her face. Garnett glared at her and gave a spiteful look but the other men did not notice.
She is just being smug now because her barren womb had finally decided to open up and give Charles a child. I wonder if she is really pregnant. She could be trying to fool us all with an elaborate glamour and could be paying some daughter of a lower family who is having an unplanned pregnancy to give up her child. She does have Siren and Veela bloodlines….she could be asking a young man as well...then again Papa and Charles are not fools. Well I hope the child is a better person than she is.
"Garnett, I am sure Father does not mean to take over completely from Frederick and yourself. He is only helping, of course," said Katherine in a saccharine tone that grated on Garnett's nerves.
Frederick looked at the woman. Katherine was very, very beautiful. Her dark red hair, her clear grey eyes, and her rosy red skin that was blemish free combined with her slim yet buxom figure and her perfect height of 5'9 seemed to charm men till they became fools. However, Frederick could not stand her due to the simple fact that she was rude to his love. The woman might have looked stunning but underneath it all he thought she was a hag. He also did not feel better after his father-in-law's little speech.
How dare he say that our status in society is due to that bitch! In England, we did not need her help nor in Portugal or the Azores(28). I am sure if I had family in Germany her help would never had been needed. Why does he need to help? I am quite capable of handling this situation. That cunt only mentioned Berlin just to shake up Leon. I tire of her antics. Well I will swallow my pride for now but I will get Katherine back. No one embarrasses me or my own….the longsuffering of a father. I could only endure this for Ashleigh. Why she worships the ground Katherine walks on I will never know.
"Katherine is correct, Garnett. I am not taking over from you or Frederick. I am simply offering all my services," said Leon while he sipped his tumbler of scotch.
Frederick, of course, realized that the offer was not really an offer. It was more like a command. However, he did not see his father-in-law as a too much of a liability where this was concerned. The Paddington and Wischard camps had to close ranks and damage control needed to be done. From the letters that he had received from Lady Longbottom and Harry it was obvious that they thought he was a man who had cruelly threw away two members of his family. They had not written those sentiments in the letter but it was obvious in the undertones.
"Thank you Leon, it is greatly appreciated," said Frederick with a charming smile that did not belie his turmoil inside.
Garnett looked at him with look of concern that while Katherine looked at him in smirk in her eyes. Before Garnett could speak Charles spoke.
"Well, since that has been taken care of, I have some good news. I know I told you that Katherine wanted to be surprised as to the sex of the child. However, she was with her sister two days ago and their curiosity could be ignored no longer. I went with her to Royal Heiler(29) Röntgen to learn the sex of the baby. When he cast the spell he noticed something very interesting. Katherine is having twins…two sons!," said Charles in a proud way only a soon-to-be father could.
"Ahh, two sons! I am sure your father is very proud of you my dear. Congratulations and twins, particularly boys, are very auspicious. A toast to you both, Markgraf und Markgräfin(30) Blissenbach. Segen und Wohlstand für Sie und Ihre Kinder. Möge dein Tag hell, fröhlich und Inhalt. Wie immer, Familie und Tradition ersten(31)," said Leon with pride very evident in his voice. He had wanted to give this blessing to his oldest son and daughter-in-law for many years. He had given a similar blessing (but in English) to his Garnett and Frederick. His older son had doted on his nephews and niece, particularly Holden. Katherine took to Ashleigh as well, even though it was an open secret that she despised the girl's bearer. He was very proud of Garnett and Frederick but he knew the pain that was in the hearts of Charles and Katherine due to their childlessness. Katherine grieved silently for years due to the fact she saw many of her friends and then her rival bear fruit of their wombs. He knew the vivacious redhead was very happy despite her quiet demeanor at the moment.
"Danke Vater. Mein jüngster Sohn wird Ihren Namen ein (32)," said Katherine with a bright smile and with tears in her eyes.
Garnett just rolled his eyes. Now she turns out the waterworks. Well lucky her…it seems those inquiries to a specialist and those fertility potions finally worked. Well time to win a Griff(33).
The next hour was spent in idle chatter and depending who was talking to who…forced chatter.
An hour later one of Charles's and Katherine summer 'cottage' in England…
(All conversation between Katherine and her lady's maid is in German but I wrote the conversation in English)
Katherine was sitting at the vanity in her dressing room as her lady's maid(34) pulled the pins of her hair. As the pins were taken out, Katherine's curls fell to her waist. She was in the middle of giving her maid some duties for the next day.
"Also I want you to pick up my gloves tomorrow from Ashby's(35)," said Katherine as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"Yes, my Lady," said Odette.
Odette Fuchs was a somewhat pretty young woman who was almost nineteen. She was the daughter of a lower-class wizarding family from the small wizarding village of Ischenrode(36). Her family was not exactly a happy one. Her father was a laggard, a drunkard but very good thief. Her mother spent any extra money on parties and friends. The times were plenty in the family until her father and his gang was caught stealing the crown jewels when they were sent to Ehrlichmann's(37) for cleaning and resetting. The heist was going well until one of the men startled the owner's son and someone killed him with a blasting hex. Her father was sent to prison for a period of no less than seventy years(38) when she was six years old. Her mother had dropped her off at Die Krause Heim für verwaiste Mädchen(39) when she was seven and had not been seen since. It was not the best life at the orphanage but she did receive plenty of food, proper medical attention, and an education through the public school system. When graduation happened however, she did not get enough scholarship funds to attend university. Hence she decided to go to work and save. She was very lucky (and she knew it) to have even gotten this position without any previous experience as a lady's maid. Markgräfin Blissenbach had been so kind to not only her but all the girls at the orphanage since she did a lot of volunteering and gave a lot of money to the orphanage. Markgräfin Blissenbach offered the job to Odette, who at the time was working within the orphanage, on a temporary basis. The job had been open due to the fact that Blissenbach's previous lady maid had gotten "aspirations far above her station"(40) and had been summarily dismissed. Odette had no such aspirations. She simply wanted to go to get her degree, become married one day and hopefully not become anything remotely like her parents.
"Your birthday is tomorrow is not? I believe you will be nineteen, correct?" asked Katherine as looked into the looking glass at Odette. Odette was now brushing Katherine's hair- the required 1,000 brushstrokes- when she looked up and blushed slightly. She was surprised her lady had remembered.
"Yes, my lady, I do turn nineteen tomorrow," said Odette as she continued brushing Katherine's waist length crimson hair.
Katherine just looked at her maid. Although she gave of her time and her wealth to those less fortunate than her she had never done for anyone what she had done for Odette. She knew the girl's story and although quite a few girls at Krause's had a sad story she took a shining to Odette. One could say Odette was her pet project.
"No need to be bashful. When you go to Ashby's tomorrow, there will be something special there for you. You must follow Dame Fjelstad's(41) instructions. I am sure you will be pleased with the result. I have a few functions in which I think I will take you as a companion. You are a good girl and I think it will not do any harm. As such, you will need proper gowns and dresses to wear. Depending on how it goes I might even make you my companion," said Katherine as she looked at her nails.
Odette was shocked speechless. My lady wants me as her companion? The official companion to a lady of the royal cloth? Little plain Odette from Ischenrode? My lady is so kind.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, my lady. I have always known you were kind but you are really a gracious lady. Thank ever so much. I will make sure not to embarrass you, my lady," exclaimed Odette.
Katherine looked at Odette. Odette's hazel eyes were brimming with tears and her cheeks were a bit pale from the shock.
She has not learned the art of faking emotions. Hmmm…I wonder. She would make a good wife to some foreigner because her father's infamy will not induce any German to marry her. She really is a good girl despite her parentage. I will see what I can do within the next few months before I go into my confinement.
"Yes, yes Odette but you must learn not to be so open with your expressions, nevertheless, your heartfelt gratitude is appreciated," said Katherine before she was interrupted.
"Yes, Odette, I am sure my wife does appreciate it. However, your services will no longer be needed tonight. You can have the rest of the night off and you do not have to attend my wife in the morning," said Charles as he entered the dressing room.
Odette simply smiled and then simply put the brush back on the vanity. She then took her wand and spelled the little knick-knacks needed for a face wash and other such accoutrements back into their proper location.
"Nightly blessings, my lord and lady," said Odette as she curtsied. She then apparated from the room.
"That was nice of you my love but I see the wheels turning in your pretty head. What are you planning?" said Charles as he came to stand behind his wife in order to run his fingers through her luxurious hair.
"You will just have to wait and see. Now what did you mean by giving the girl tomorrow morning off? I need her for my toilette since I am having brunch with Lady Witten. You remember her hmmm love? Her husband is the Viscount of Montclair and we met them at the Grand Prix der Sommersonnenwende(42). I did promise the woman that the next time I was in England I would meet with her. I do believe she is looking for a union between her son and one of the men from one of the lesser lines. She is the daughter of Graf(43) Roth. Her bloodlines, are not royal and are nothing out of the ordinary however, she comes from serious money. Her father moved to Russia over a century ago and made a fortune in raising fleders(44). It would be an advantageous match for one of the men in the secondary or tertiary lines due to the dowry that the bridegroom would bring, " said Katherine as she leaned back into her husband. They had just come from Leon's home two hours ago after staying for supper. She was delighted that she was now alone with her sweetheart.
"Always planning Kathy? Well, I sent a letter to Lady Witten through Odette. Since, it was such short notice I thought sending her was a bit more personal than sending a note via house elf. I said that you were not feeling well and that you will reschedule as soon as possible," said Charles as he sat next to Katherine on the wide stool that was part of the white vanity set.
Before she could say anything, he kissed her hungrily. He needed this. Katherine had been having more than morning sickness as of late. She would be sick for the entire day. Royal Hieler* Röntgen made a special drink that eased her stomach. Charles had not been intimate with his wife in over twelve weeks. Well now he was determined to satisfy that particular hunger.
Katherine wrapped her arms around her husband's neck as she kissed him back. She had missed this. Her sickness, the feelings the pregnancy had given her so far and her growing belly had made her feel less attractive. She needed this as much as Charles did.
Charles broke the steamy kiss and then began to divest Katherine's clothes. She was wearing an ivory silk dressing gown over the matching lingerie. He quickly took off the robe and then literally tore of the lingerie of her curvaceous body.
"Charles!," said Katherine in mock surprise. She had a smile on her face because she loved it when her husband got riled up like this.
He responded by kissing the pulse point on her neck and then nipped it gently. He picked up his wife and then settled her astride on his lap. They began kissing in full force. Charles gently squeezed his wife's sensitive breasts and then suckled one of the pink nipples.
"Aaah, do it again," said Katherine in a breathy tone as she leaned into Charles. She ran he fingers through his short hair.
Charles sucked at the pink nipple as Katherine then began to open up his robe. He was naked underneath.
Charles, after making sure he had a hold on Katherine, then stood up and then walked towards one of the walls. Katherine wrapped her legs around Charles waist.
She was now between Charles and the wall. They then kissed and then Katherine took hold of Charles's manhood, which was minutely shorter than average but was very thick and rubbed it against her wet lower lips.
Charles made a groaning sound. He then broke the kiss, removed Katherine's wicked hand, pushed himself into her tightness, and then went to work bringing her to orgasm.
Katherine began to moan loudly and she began to greatly enjoy the feelings going through her.
"Aah, aah, faster," said Katherine as she was thrust into by Charles.
Charles went faster and deeper into his wife. Katherine's pants became faster and faster. Soon she began to tighten around Charles and then she shook as she screamed out her orgasm.
Charles followed a minute later with an earth shattering one of his own. They slid to the floor and then Katherine began to giggle.
"What's so amusing?" asked Charles in a mumble.
"We should take twelve week breaks more often…..the sex is so nice," said Katherine a sly yet breathy tone.
"Absolutely not, we can take a break once the children are born, not before…and that is because we must," said Charles as he began to kiss her once again.
A steamy kissing session ensue, however, this particular session was eventually continued in Charles's bedroom.
At Hogwarts Room of Requirement…
The Order of the Phoenix was presently sitting in comfortable chairs that were set in circle around a table. The room setup and the meaning behind it were not lost to Hermione, Snape, and the few other members who were familiar with Arthurian Muggle legends. Dumbledore sat in the choicest chair. The meeting was in session.
"Headmaster, we have sent letters to them and they sent them all back. I mean what else can we do especially since Harry has become so spiteful? I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that he almost scarred Ginny for a good portion of her life. Neville and Luna are horrid and insufferable people. Poor Harry is looking for acceptance and friendship in any form after his…time away. I am sure that as long as he is with them that nothing can be done for they will continue to…. condition him," said Hermione in a sure tone. She looked to her right and saw Ginny's empty seat. This was the third Order meeting at Hogwarts since the incident and she was still not able to make it out. Ginny had a rare reaction to the potion used for people afflicted with the boils associated with the Vomicus spell. She would be alright but she would have to stay out of the sunlight until one week after classes started. That would give enough time for the boils to heal without disfigurement.
"Mione's right. I am so mad at Harry right now but she's right I suppose. I think we need to do something beyond writing letters. Can't we claim that he is mad or something? Then he could be hospitalized …or something," said Ron as he sat in the chair with his arms folded. He was unbelievably angry at all of Potter's family. He couldn't believe Ginny got hit with such a painful spell. He was just glad she was not going to be scarred. Ginny was going to be a very beautiful woman and he would never have forgiven permanent damage on her face. Besides Ginny was determined to be Lady Tremayne and if Ginny had forgiven Potter he had to as well.
Besides I am sure once Harry gets better everything will be as it was before this whole mess started. Then Harry will marry Ginny and Mione and I will be together and we will all be happy. Besides it will not hurt if Ginny's marriage brings the Weasley family back into respectability.
"Articulate as ever Weasley. Then again, your idea is missing something of great consequence …. I believe it is called logic. If Lady Longbottom and that high-priced solicitor are worth their salt they would have had Potter already examined by a mind healer almost immediately after his release. I am sure he is not completely of sound mind but according to his mind healer I suppose he has no madness. If he was declared mad he would have been legally unable to accept his lordships. He would have still been considered heir apparent until he was deemed stable. For someone who is coming from an old pureblood house that should have been obvious but then again you are a Weasley after all," said Snape in a derisive tone that was a bit more abrasive than his usual candor. He had been unable to see Marvolo as of late due his Order duties, faculty meetings at Hogwarts to prepare for the upcoming school year, and his work on a potion that was for something very personal. He was tired and much too aggravated to be with these people. He yearned for the day when Marvolo defeated this group, of what he saw as, worthless walking bags of flesh.
Ron simply looked at Snape with hatred in his eyes. Hermione squeezed his hand. He would count to a hundred in his head so he could calm down. He would try to not fall to Snape's goading easily.
"Well, yes, but Ronald's idea is not without merit. Do you think it would be possible for an independent mind healer or even one from the Ministry would be able to evaluate Harry? Albus, the behavior you told me about is very out of character for Mr. Potter… correct? There might truly be something wrong with him. Perhaps the Longbottoms are blinded to his condition due to their own grief concerning his imprisonment. They were absent for his trial. I would not go as far as Miss Granger's allegations but perhaps they are ignoring signs to assuage their own guilt? Severus is correct, but it is possible that the healer could be slightly wrong. Harry did spend two years in the Tantalus(46) section of Azkaban. Thank Boadicea that the warden mercifully decided to send Mr. Potter there. He was sentenced to the Tartarus(47) Pit. Believe me, if he was sent there we would not be having this conversation for he would surely be dead or at the very least definitely in such depths of madness that no mind healer on this planet would be able to help him," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in a grave manner. All the other wizards, even Snape, paled a bit when Shacklebolt mentioned the Tartarus Pit.
"Yes, yes, I will try to talk to certain people who are sympathetic to our cause. I never thought I would see the day when Augusta would be so blinded by revenge that she is willing to put her own family at risk," said Dumbledore as his blue eyes slightly glimmered as he wanted to change the sombre mood that had appeared due to Kingsley's comment.
"But Albus remember, even if a different mind healer does declare Harry incompetent he would have to go to his closest relatives according to the law. His closest relatives would be the Wischards. Are you sure you want to go this route? Having Harry declared mentally incompetent is going to be a very tricky business. Once you are declared incompetent it is a mark that one usually carries for life even if they are later declared competent. I am not saying that Harry is not ill, but is he truly mad? Do we want to mark him for life? This can affect him in so many ways during his later life. We must think carefully before we embark on this route," asked Minerva. She was truly believed that Harry needed help but she did not want him to resent them more.
"Harry's behavior of the past weeks just proves his fragility of mind. Unfortunately, the magic of the words against some of us in this room cannot be undone however if he can be proven to be of unstable mind we will be able to get Harry the help so desperately needs," said Dumbledore. I will also be able to control him as well. He was important as Potter but he is even more valuable as a Tremayne.
"Headmaster, are you sure that our sympathizers in the Ministry will really support us when needed? I do not doubt you, of course, but Harry is related to the Delacours and to several families in the royal courts of France and Germany, whether by marriage or by blood. They might not know Harry, but I am sure they will close ranks if necessary. We must tread very careful and not make this an international incident. I am sure Lady Longbottom will pull in favors where this is concerned," said Molly. She knew the type of connections that came with that kind of wealth so one would have to be very careful. She was determined to bring the Weasley family back to its former glory. Her Ginny would wed Harry if it was the last thing she did. Besides Ginny loves Harry…or at least she loves Harry's things. Whatever the case may be I will not see my hard work of building back up the family glory go down like this.
Everyone in the room was silent for a moment lost in their own thoughts. The next movements concerning Harry had to be properly done or it would all blowup in their faces. Some in the room honestly thought they were really going to be helping a sick young man and a few others had ulterior motives, such as greed, familial connections, and a sense of getting some much needed respect or fame. However, two in the room definitely were not thinking about what was best for Harry but only what was best for them.
Dumbledore took heed to Harry previous threats about being stripped of his titles for he had the connections to do it. He refused to have what he worked so hard for destroyed by a young man who was simply angry. He bowed his head in thought as he stroked his long beard. If things continue as such he could become a type of Tom. He will just use his name to run roughshod over those who don't agree with him. It seems Augusta has been blinded. Due to the history of Neville and Harry it seems as if she is going to give them free rein. Well I will find a way for Harry to be declared incompetent and he can stay with me. I will figure out how to get Harry from the Wischards once he is placed with them. Hmmm…this might play in my favor after all. I just have to make something happen that turns suspicion from me and make the Order seem innocent as well.
Severus simply looked at all the persons around the table. He knew for the most part what most of them would be thinking. He smirked inside. All their plans are for naught but I am sure that Marvolo will let them play for now. Soon enough they all will be dead. Now this blasted waste of time needs to finish so I can go back to my cauldrons and finish my research. I am finally making a breakthrough. I think the potion…no my masterpiece… should be ready by the Winter Solstice.
Very late Thursday night…..
Harry came out of the bathroom in his very soft cotton robe. Dinner was a fine affair. Neville and Augusta had met the family that he had met earlier that week and they all got along smashingly. Along with the great conversations were also excellent dishes and Harry had eaten till he was stuffed.
He walked towards one of the dressers in the room. He opened the third drawer and pulled out a pajamas set. It was a regular muggle set of pajamas. He had bought it for himself sometime in the last week at a specialty store within the Fairgrounds but to him it stood for something. He owned this pair of pajamas and he was the first to wear it. Although the Dursleys had been long gone and since living with his aunt he had gotten loads of new clothes, this simple act of putting on a simple pair of pajamas that belonged only to him was a treasure.
After putting on the pajamas set he then went to lie in the bed. He already had a book lying on top of the eiderdown. He was going to begin reading his book for Charms class, The Complex World of Charms Vol. Iby Professor Desmond Freelop. Classes started in two weeks and he planned on being on the top of his classes. No longer was Harry going to behave in the way he behaved at Hogwarts. When he was in Azkaban Harry had made himself several promises and one of them was if he happened to ever be released from that hellhole was that he was going to be the best in everything he did.
Harry began to read the thick tome.
One hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Harry put down the book after marking the page. Although the chapter was quite interesting he had to go to sleep. The problem was that he was not falling asleep naturally.
Mintworth said that I was supposed to be able to fall asleep by myself but if did not have my Dreamless Sleep potion I would never be able to fall asleep. Perhaps I should try some muggle pills? Scratch that idea. Aunt is really careful about letting Neville and I into the muggle world besides I have a good thing going here besides one more can't hurt.
Harry then went into his trunk and took out a serving of the potion. He had gone back to the apothecary where he had gotten the Dreamless Sleep and asked the potion master to put the potion in lozenge form. Disposing of phials might not always be feasible depending on where he was. Harry quickly swallowed a lozenge with a bit of water.
Within ten minutes he was under the drug induced spell of Morpheus.
Meanwhile at Riddle Manor…..
Marvolo along with his consort and the Inner Death Eaters had just had dinner. Severus had told them all that had occurred with Harry and his former friends at Grimmauld Place. Since he was still under the enchantment of the Fidelus Charm, for the time being, he was unable to say the exact location of the 12 Grimmauld Place. However, Marvolo was never truly interested in 12 Grimmauld Place. More often than not Dumbledore, in the past two years, Dumbledore had Order meetings at Hogwarts.
"My Lord, the family and I have been invited to a party at the Delacours. A type of 'introduction to the family ' party for Potter. They do know a little of my political predilections however, the Malfoys and the Delacours are his closet living relatives after the Wischards and the Longbottoms. Besides many still believe what I said in my first trial about being under the Imperius curse. I have also found out he will be attending Le Collège de Sorcellerie et des arts. The Wischards youngest children, Gautier's Delacour's eldest daughter, and a few other family members attend there as well. Draco will be in attendance as well but he will be two years ahead of Potter just as Aubrey is. The Greengrasses were able to get Astoria in, which is excellent seeing her brother already attends the school," said Lucius.
"Tell Greengrass, once he returns from Lisbon of course, that he has done well so far in reaching some important expatriates there. He will be rewarded when the time is right," said Marvolo to a sup from his glass of absinthe. He then looked at Severus and passed a message in look he gave. Severus simply nodded his head.
" You all will continue as before in your various roles. Lucius, since you have been thorough as usual concerning your previous task, you will be given the duty of ensuring Fudge's place in office. His recent reforms have not let the public forget some brazen mistakes that he has made in the past notwithstanding the Potter fiasco. Shore up his team; strengthen the innards of his camp. They have received quite a beating since this mess occurred during his watch. The Labour Party does not support a few of our more particular ideals however, they will do for now. We cannot afford for the Progressives(47), the Pegasi(48), or any other party to gain hold right now. Those fringe groups await times like these. Fudge suits our present needs. Of course, if backing him will ruin your own standing within the game…then have him thrown to the wolves and move to another Labour man. Rabastan, continue with your present project and good luck on your trip to Salamanca. Bella, you will accompany your brother-in-law. It is much easier for Draco, Astoria, or Aubrey(49) to watch Potter. The rest of you have your assignments. Our time is very close, consequently, there is no room for mistakes…nor will there be any forgiveness for said mistakes. That will be all," said Severus in a tone that brooked absolutely no disobedience. He was dressed in a dark black suit with a crisp cravat and he looked to the hilt as the consort of a very wealthy wizard…which was not surprising since he was.
The Inner Circle bowed to their lords and then left the room. They would apparate to their various abodes from the apparition rooms on the lower floors. They might have been Inner Circle Death Eaters however; they were not keyed into the wards to allow them to apparate on this particular floor of Riddle Manor.
Severus then sat down next his husband once the others left.
"Hmmm, I see that you are drinking the absinthe tonight? Does that mean what it usually means?" said Severus with a smile that would have frightened some of his own Slytherins simply because he was not a man who smiled .
Marvolo answered the question by raising the glass to his mouth and drinking the rest of the harsh drink in once swallow.
Severus took the glass from his love and banished it. He then kissed Marvolo in a tender manner. Marvolo then silently banished their clothes.
"I have already prepared myself, my love (kiss)," said Severus as then positioned himself over Marvolo's large phallus and then quickly sat down upon it.
Severus hissed a bit but he did not mind much. He always had himself prepared well and he was one who liked a little pain with his pleasure. Marvolo rammed into the tight hole and began to enjoy himself immensely. Suddenly he grabbed Severus's head and pulled it back. Severus gave a very small gasp of surprise that sounded like a loud intake of air.
"When you gave them their orders tonight I saw the lust…the lust for power in your eyes. You might be above them but never above me. I am your master in all things," said Marvolo as he thrust up faster with a glint in his ruby eyes.
"Ahh...ahh...ahh…never above you…ahh… (gasp)…my Lord (kiss)…ahhh…my heart (kiss), my everything (kiss)….ahhh," groaned Severus as he simply followed Marvolo's grueling pace. He loved when his husband got like this. Marvolo's impotence was not permanent. On some days he was able to perform well …extremely well… without the potion's help. It was on those days that Marvolo drank absinthe.
Marvolo simply smiled. He knew that Severus was not getting power-hungry. He only did that to remind his consort of his place and also to hear the sweet-nothings that came from Severus mouth. Marvolo knew that Severus more than loved him. Severus lived for him. When people like Severus loved they tended to love quite obsessively. Besides Marvolo knew that he did not have to worry about Severus' loyalty for he had it completely.
He was the first person who ever returned Severus's advances. Severus's first crush had been had been an older Ravenclaw who did not want anything to do with the dhampir. Marvolo always wondered about that. Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's leadership, only accepted wizards, witches, and only those of certain non-dark creature heritage. He always wondered how Severus and the cur* got into the school since their families did not have the money to buy their way in and their heritages (or in cur's case his parents saw the werewolf as being afflicted with a terrible illness) were considered in England to be dark . It seemed that Dumbledore had some plan for the boys that obviously did not work out since the cur was dead and he was the life love of Severus.
I will repay Dumbledore for all he made Severus endure. I might not love him but only I can hurt him for he is mine and mine alone. I will make him think his plans are going well for now. But he is not as strong as he thinks. Soon he, Potter, and all the rest will play right into my hands.
He then put his hand on Severus stomach and said, "Soon Severusssss, I will have you no longer play the spy. You will fulfill your role as consort and grow ripe with my sssson."
Severus was shocked. He knew he could bear children but he thought that he was not worthy enough to bear Marvolo's children even though he was the Consort. He gave a bright smile and then he came soon afterward and then slumped forward onto his love. Marvolo followed a few minutes later.
"Never doubt yourself, Consort Slytherin. No other is worthy to bear my heir," said Marvolo in a commanding tone in Severus's ear.
Severus simply whispered his words of love and then fell asleep right there on Marvolo's lap.
With that promise of a child whatever little bit of Severus that was on the Light Side (which was none but for arguments sake let's say there was) was forever lost. The love Severus had for Marvolo could only compared to the loyalty Bellatrix Lestrange had for Voldemort. However, whereas Bellatrix would kill and eviscerate any enemy for Voldemort…Severus would burn the world a thousand times over for Marvolo.
In time the Light Side would see and feel the pain of underestimating Severus Snape-Gaunt. There were several times when if treated with a kind word and not being judged by his strange appearance he would have taken a different road…a much lighter road. Things could have ended up much differently however, it was too late…much too late. For Severus loved Marvolo Gaunt(50), the Lord Slytherin and Duke of Rochester…and Marvolo loved his Consort as well, he just did not realize it.
For the Dark can love.
With a love that can consume all those against it and sometimes itself.
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