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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 10
The Stone of Flamel: Part 6
(Christmas at Hogwarts and Longbottom Manor)
Warning: Smut/Lemon, Underage sex, Threesome/Foursome
The Next Morning-Great Hall

          The doors of the Great Hall opened and Harry walked in with a big smile on his face and holding his new broom, the Nimbus Two-Thousand, and joined Neville and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Neville and Hermione turned to see Harry sit down in between them and place his broom on the table in front of them. They both showed concern on their faces about where Harry was, but seeing him enter the Great Hall with his new broom, they both smiled back at him. However, Lily, who had followed him into the Great Hall, was greatly conflicted at what happened the night before. Not that she didn’t enjoy herself, though, as she orgasmed multiple times just from watching McGonagall and Pomfrey had their way with Harry. However, she was still his mother, and a part of her believed that what was happening was wrong. Still, she remained silent as Harry started conversing with Neville and Hermione.
          “Morning Neville. Morning Hermione.” Harry said simply as a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast appeared in front of him next to a glass of orange juice. He quickly grabbed a fork and dug right in, with Neville staring at Harry’s new broom, and Hermione staring at Harry. After Harry swallowed his first bite of eggs, he turned to Hermione and asked: “Are you alright, Hermione? I know you had a bad time yesterday, with Ron and with the troll.”
          “I’m alright.” She replied, sounding grateful for Harry’s concern. “I dealt with Ron last night after we got back to the tower. I actually punched him in his face.”
          “Did she ever!” Neville said, still eyeing Harry’s broom. “Gave him a black eye, she did. Even after all of that, Ron apologized to her, saying that it was his fault that she was in the bathroom when the troll got in.”
          “Wow.” Harry responded, shocked to hear that Ron had apologized, even after Ron had lied to Harry about it last night at dinner. “Did you forgive him, Hermione?”
          “Haven’t decided yet.” Hermione answered, giving him sort of an evil smile. Harry laughed with thoughts of what Hermione would make Ron do to earn her forgiveness. At that moment, Harry turned to Neville and saw him gawking at his broom.
          “Wicked broom, Harry.” Neville finally was able to say. “When did Professor McGonagall give it to you?”
          “Just before I got here.” Harry answered as he took a gulp of his orange juice. “Madam Hooch wanted me to stay the night in the Hospital to clean off all of the troll blood that was on my body. After I woke up, Professor McGonagall was there and she handed me my new broom. I really can’t wait to try it on the Quidditch Pitch!”
          “Is that so, Potter?” A voice boomed behind the three young students. They looked behind them and saw the tall, black-haired Potions Professor stood directly behind them. “Well, after you defeated a troll last night, I guess a game of Quidditch should be easy for you. Even if it is against Slytherin.”
          Harry watched Snape walk away, but not before Lily stood in front of him. Lily tried to say something to her former friend, but Snape walked right through her without a moments pause. While Harry was angry at how Snape was treating his mother, he couldn’t help but to notice that the man had a bad limp as he walked. As a matter of fact, Harry remembered that Snape was limping as he exited the girl’s bathroom last night. He began wondering about what could have made that man limp all of a sudden.
          “Did you see that?” Harry asked both Neville and Hermione. They both looked at Harry confused at what he asked, but they turned their attention to Snape and his limp, and instantly understood what Harry asked.
          “Yes, I saw some kind of bite mark on Professor Snape’s leg.” Hermione told him. “The bottom section of his robe had a large tear in it last night, and I saw it clear as day. Snape tried to cover it up, though, like he was embarrassed that it happened.”
          Both Harry and Neville looked at each other as a sudden realization occurred to them. “Do you think, Harry?”
          “Yeah, Neville. It was Fluffy.”
          “Who’s Fluffy?” Hermione looked at her friends.
          “One of Hagrid’s pets,” Neville answered. “He told us that he lent it to Dumbledore to guard something. We don’t know what it is, but we know that it’s hidden on the third-floor corridor.”
          “Really?” Hermione asked, clearly intrigued by what she just learned. “How did you two find out?”
          Harry had opened his mouth to tell her, but at that moment, Hedwig flew down from the windows above and landed on the table in front of Harry holding a letter in her beak. Harry gently took the letter and fed Hedwig a piece of bacon for her troubles. Nibbling on it, Hedwig chirped happily and flew out of the Great Hall. Harry frowned a bit as he read who sent the letter.
          “Who’s it from, Harry?” Neville asked. Harry silently showed him the address label and Neville silently nodded as he recognized Thaddeus’ name on it. They both looked at each other silently, as they hadn’t heard anything from Thaddeus since before they left for Hogwarts. Since Harry sent his letter describing everything that had happened during the first week, including Neville’s control over air and the females’ attraction towards Harry, they haven’t heard anything from him in all that time. Harry was slightly angry at this, but both he and Neville were told that Thaddeus could not risk sending any information to them unless the need was dire. However, after their first week there, with someone trying to hurt Neville, and with McGonagall, Hooch, and now Pomfrey committing sexual acts to Harry, they both felt that Thaddeus needed to contact them sooner rather than later. Harry opened the envelope, and pulled out a thin piece of parchment. Opening it, Harry saw that Thaddeus had written to both Harry and Neville. So, placing the letter between them, they both read the letter.

To Harry Potter & Neville Longbottom,

          Allow me to apologize for not responding to your letter earlier, Harry. However, as you know, doing so meant that there was a chance that Dumbledore might find out my ties to the Flamel family. Unfortunately, I fear that is no longer the case as you both saw the picture in the Daily Prophet. Let me assure you that when I went to Gringotts that day, I was not expecting to be ambushed by reporters. I tried to avoid my picture being taken, and afterwards I used whatever influence and goodwill I had just to get them to postpone the article. However, I suspect that Dumbledore actually staged the break-in that day, and used his power within the Gringotts and the Prophet to lure me out. To what end, I don’t know. Hopefully, Dumbledore will reveal something soon.
          Now as for you, Neville. Allow me to say that I’m pleased that you discovered your primary core magic. I don’t like the fact that you both suspect that Neville’s broom had been bewitched and then destroyed after the event happened. I believe that you are right in the belief that somebody wanted to hurt Neville. To what end, I cannot say at this moment. Until then, Neville, I would like you to begin meditating as soon as possible to enhance your mental defenses. Harry, please help him as much as you can, even though you have your own problems right now.
          Lastly Harry, I have a deep suspicion as to what been happening to you. However, the only way I can be sure if I see you in person. If I am correct, Hedwig will deliver this letter the morning of your first Quidditch match. I need both of you to meet me and Lady Augusta Longbottom underneath the Gryffindor Quidditch stands next to your team meeting room as soon as you both finish reading this. I suggest that you both come alone, but if not possible, please bring someone you can both trust.

Sincerely,
Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast

          Both Harry and Neville looked at each other and nodded. Then they looked over to Hermione and Harry asked: “Hermione, we’re meeting a friend at the Quidditch Pitch. Would you like to come with us?”
          Hermione beamed at them and nodded. The three of them got up from the table and began leaving to the Quidditch Pitch. Before they left, they noticed that Parvati and Padme Patil sitting at the Ravenclaw table, hugging each other with tears in their eyes. Concerned with why, they walked over to them and Hermione asked: “What’s wrong?”
          Parvati looked up at the three of them and weakly smiled. “Our grandfather passed away.” She told them, holding a crumbled-up note in her hand. “Padme received a letter from our father notifying us early this morning.”
          “We’re sorry to hear that, Parvati.” Harry said, placing a hand on Parvati shoulders. Then, he glanced down at Padme and asked: “Will you two be alright?”
          Both girls let go of each other and instantly stood up to hug Harry. Harry gasped for air as he felt their arms wrap around him tightly. Both girls cried into Harry’s shoulders and Harry tried to gently pull them away from him. However, he soon realized that was impossible until they wanted to let go of him.
          “Harry, you’re so sweet. Thank you for your concern.” Padme said as they finally let him go. “To tell the truth, we didn’t know him that well. Our mother refused him to let him visit about five years ago.”
          “True. Mother never told us why, but we do know it involved some kind of debt he owed.” Parvati explained. “We don’t know what it was, or who he owed it to, but we know it was big enough to concern the Gringotts goblins.”
          “How do you know about this if your mother never told you?” Neville asked them, still concerned with hearing that their grandfather died.
          “A goblin visited our home last year.” Padme said to them. “Father escorted him into his office along with Mother. He did shut the door but the walls of our home are practically hollow. We overheard everything.”
          “The goblins name was Balrog, and he informed our parents that our grandfather had taken ill and was placed in the care at St. Mungo’s.” Parvati continued. “He also informed them that Father and Mother were responsible for his debt, and unless substantial part of the debt has been paid off by the time of our grandfather’s death, then the goblins of Gringotts would be forced to take drastic measures.”
          “What drastic measures?” Hermione inquired, clearly shocked at hearing such a thing.
          “We don’t know,” Padme answered. “We just know that we haven’t paid it.”
          “How come?” Harry had to ask.
          “Father and Mother had to deal with the medical bills from St. Mungo’s.” Parvati told him. “Grandfather was very sick, but no one knew what was wrong with him.”
          Harry found that interesting, and Lily did also. She had remained completely silent since her encounter with Snape, as she was more than angry at her former friend’s reaction to her. However, she was very curious at this conversation, even though she was still interested in the meeting that Harry and Neville had with Thaddeus under the Quidditch stands. She knew that Thaddeus might be upset with Harry and Neville being late, but knew he would understand.
          “Listen, we have to go,” Harry said to them. “But if you like, you can come with us. You just have to promise not to say anything, ok?”
          The both nodded, and Harry left the Great Hall with Neville, Hermione and the Patil twins following. After they exited the castle, Neville whispered to Harry: “Harry, I don’t think Mr. Prendergast wanted us to bring this many people.”
          “Relax, Neville.” Harry whispered back. “I’ll talk to him before I introduce him to Hermione, Parvati, and Padme. He should be fine with it.”

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Quidditch Pitch

          “Well, Harry and Neville, I guess better late than never.” Thaddeus smiled as Harry and Neville walked into the secluded spot underneath the Gryffindor stands. Both Harry and Neville shook Thaddeus’ hand before each of them hugged Augusta who smiled at seeing the boys again. After Thaddeus shook their hands, he looked at Lily and nodded to her. “I’m sorry, Lily, but as of yet, I have no information regarding your body. According to James, Peter Pettigrew took it from where you were killed and hid it somewhere. I’ve been spending the better part of these last few years searching for this worm, but I’ve had no luck.”
          “According to Dumbledore, Pettigrew is dead.” Lily responded to him. “Our friend, Sirius Black, is being held in Azkaban for murdering him.”
          “Yeah, I managed to find that out through Madam Amelia Bones.” Thaddeus told her. “However, I really don’t think he’s dead.”
          This immediately caught Harry’s attention as he looked at Thaddeus and asked: “What do you mean, Mr. Prendergast?”
          “This might be hard for you to understand, Harry.” Thaddeus began to explain. “I believe that your mother’s body is being held in some sort of magical stasis. A specific type designed to keep a person’s body alive for a given length of time. Now, if Pettigrew created this stasis around your mother’s body, he would have to continuing put magic into it every so often to keep it stable. Otherwise, the stasis would collapse and your mother’s body would begin to truly die. That is why I need to find Pettigrew, not just to have him reveal the location of your mother’s body, but to keep putting magic into his stasis until I figure out how to undo what was done to her.”
          Harry nodded uncertainly, but asked: “Why can’t you put Mum’s body into stasis after Pettigrew’s magic on it vanishes?”
          “Because the time involved to place her into another stasis would simply be too great of a risk to her body.” He told Harry. “I can’t risk doing that since I don’t know what type of stasis Pettigrew has on your mother’s body.”
          Harry nodded again, this time more understanding of Thaddeus’ explanation. Changing the subject, Harry then asked: “We brought three friends here with us. Can they come in?”
          Both Thaddeus and Augusta nodded and Harry opened the curtain the let Hermione, Parvati, and Padme in. After Harry and Neville introduced them to Thaddeus and Augusta, Thaddeus looked to Harry and asked: “Are they aware of what’s been happening to them?”
          “I don’t think so?” Harry answered as the three young witches suddenly looked confused at both Harry and Thaddeus. “But I think that they should know what’s been going on with them and me.”
          Thaddeus gave a deep sigh and looked to Augusta. “Lady Longbottom, do you sense his allure?”
          Augusta nodded and said: “Yes, and it’s very powerful. I’m just glad that I protected myself from this attraction, or I would be compelled to attack him, so-to-speak.”
          The three girls looked at both adults, confused by what they were talking about. However, Thaddeus looked directly at Harry and asked point-blank: “May I see your wand, Harry?”
          Harry nodded and pulled his wand out and held it out in front of Thaddeus. Thaddeus, without touching it, closed his eyes and shuddered as he slowly moved his hand just above the elm wand. After he did so, Thaddeus frowned intently and looked dead into Harry’s eyes.
          “I was actually afraid of this.” Thaddeus told them. “Harry, when you told me about your wand last month, I was actually happy for you. However, when you told me that the females here have been strangely attracted to you, I studied up on the previous owner and found a disturbing fact: there’s a second core inside your wand, and I believe that core interacted with your magical power and caused the attraction towards you by the females here.”
          “It’s Veela hair, isn’t it?” Lily asked him, a new serious look on her face. Thaddeus nodded at her, but kept his eyes focused on Harry’s wand. “What triggered this reaction?”
          “Hogwarts. It the only thing I can think of that make sense.” Thaddeus responded with everybody looking confused by what he said, so he explained: “Your wand was not only owned by a powerful witch, she actually created it to rival the most powerful wand in existence: The Elder Wand. To do so, she used a feather from an extremely rare magical bird, a phoenix, and a hair from one of her first servants, who happened to be a Veela. Now, Veelas are known throughout the Wizarding world for their allure, their ability to attract people of the opposite sex, and can use it as a weapon on us when the need is dire. However, while the Veela of today are able to turn their allure on and off when they have to, when this wand was created, they hadn’t learned that ability yet. Back then, they were a completely submissive race, choosing willingly to serve wizards and witches when they came upon them. Because of their allure, they were also constantly raped and used for sexual satisfaction at length. However, there was one Veela who chose not to submit to our kind.
          “Her name was Appoline, and as I said, she became that wand’s original owner servant. Although while she served this witch, she was no slave. Appoline chose to alley herself with this witch in exchange of being taught how to use magic and to control her allure. The price she paid was one hair during the time when her allure was at its peak. Now, Appoline did die along with her mistress, but not before she helped her kind to control their allure and resist their submissive nature.”
          The five young wizards and witches stood silently for several moments taking in this information before Hermione finally spoke. “So, you’re saying that because of this Veela hair inside Harry’s wand, we are strongly attracted to Harry. So much so that we can’t stop thinking about him.” Thaddeus nodded to her, and she asked: “Who created Harry’s wand?”
          “I can’t tell you, Hermione, at least not here.” Thaddeus answered, with Augusta nodding while glancing around the area. “While we are not ashamed of who this witch was, saying her name out in the open without magical protections in place would alert the wrong kind of people to our whereabouts. You’re going to eventually learn about her here, so don’t you worry about it much.”
          “Ha! I severely doubt that!” Augusta told him loudly. “Professor Binns only teaches them about the Goblin Wars. He won’t even bother bringing her up unless he finally decides to teach them about her.”
          “Wait a minute.” Harry said, realizing a key point Thaddeus made. “You said something about Hogwarts being a trigger for this allure to be happening. What do you mean by that?”
          “Well, when you’ve got your wand Harry, the core inside of it begins to attune itself with your magical core.” Thaddeus explained again. “However, it does take time for these cores to bond to a witch or wizard. That’s why some spells in your first year of school are hard to master. But that’s not what happened to you Harry, as you were able to master these spells with your first attempt. The only contributing factor for this is Hogwarts. I don’t know how or why, but you became attuned to both your cores the instant you entered those castle walls. Unfortunately, since you were unaware that there was Veela hair as a second core in your wand, the effect was what been happening to you.”
          Sympathy shown in Lily’s face towards her son as she asked Thaddeus: “What happens when he leaves Hogwarts? Will this allure follow him?”
          “I don’t know.” Thaddeus answered. “Only time will tell if this continues or Harry will learn to control this allure he’s been sending out.” He took a deep breath and at that point, pulled open the curtain and looked to the three young witches. “If you would be so kind as to excuse us, ladies. I have some information that I must relay to Harry and Neville alone at this time.”
          The three girls looked to Harry as he nodded them to go. After they left, Thaddeus watched them leave for several moments, making sure they were out of earshot when he closed the curtain and looked directly at Harry and Neville.
          “The day I visited the Flamel’s vault, I had just received a letter from Perenelle that Nicholas placed his most prized creation inside that vault: The Philosopher’s Stone.” He told both boys with a look of complete seriousness. “From what she guessed, Dumbledore was able to convince him to first place it into his vault at Gringotts, then suggest that Hogwarts was a much safer place for it.”
          “I remember Mum mentioning that after we met.” Harry said, remembering Thaddeus explained to Harry who he was. “She also mentioned something called the Elixir of Life. Why is this stone so important?”
          “The Philosopher’s Stone is the only stone in existence as it is the culmination of all Alchemists work.” Thaddeus explained to them. “Nicholas is the only known Alchemist to create one. With the stone, you can create the Elixir of Life, which makes any drinker of it immortal. It can be also used to transform any pure metal into gold, however, the Flamels, me included, have no desire in using it in that way. Over the years, my adopted parents, brothers, sisters, and myself have amassed a large enough sum to rival the richest people on the planet. Now, since Dumbledore has Nicholas’ stone, I can only assume that he either wants the stone to use for himself, which seems likely, or use the stone to draw someone out.”
          “Who would risk that?” Neville asked.
          “I don’t know, Neville.” Thaddeus replied. “It has to be someone who not only desires the stone, but is willing to put children in danger to obtain it. Much like Dumbledore is willing to place you at risk just by keeping it here.”
          “I still don’t understand a few things:” Harry told him. “Why do you think Dumbledore staged the break-in at Gringotts, and how did he convince your father to give him the stone in the first place?”
          Thaddeus took another deep breath before answering Harry. “While I have no proof of this, I have long suspected that Dumbledore has been manipulating Nicholas with an Imperius Curse. I’m sorry, Harry, but an Imperius is a curse that allows a witch or wizard to control another’s mind. It takes intense mental discipline to prevent such a curse from entering and controlling your mind. Unfortunately, Nicholas has lived a very long life and because of this, his mental defenses are not as strong as they once were. I don’t know how long he has been doing this, but it does mean that Dumbledore knows where Nicholas and Perenelle are hiding and has been travelling to their location to apply the curse to him.
          “As for the break-in, I suspect that he let it slip out to certain circles that The Philosopher’s Stone was inside Gringotts. Now, even though it’s extremely well protected, I believe that there are people out there who have the capability to try to break-in to Gringotts and enter one of the vaults. As for who did it, I don’t know, but I figured it had to be someone who’s desperate enough to try to break-in to Gringotts, and to come here to try to get it.”
          “What should we do?” Harry asked him.
          “Nothing!” Augusta said firmly. “You two are here to learn magic, not to get yourselves involved in adult matters.”
          Thaddeus nodded to the boys, saying: “You two just enjoy the rest of your semester. I’ll see you two during your Christmas holiday. Right now, I’m afraid that I must leave, as I can’t risk Dumbledore and I meeting right now. I would like to see you play Quidditch, Harry, but I’m sure Lady Longbottom will tell me all about it.”
          “Grand mum, you’re staying?” Neville asked, perking up slightly.
          “Yes, Neville. As Lady of the House of Longbottom, I’m allowed to attend various school events without questioning.” Augusta told her grandson. “I also happen to be on the board of Governors for this school, so Dumbledore wouldn’t dare to deny my right to attend a school function.”
          Harry almost laughed at hearing this, but remembered how stern Augusta could be. Afterwards, Harry and Neville said their good-byes to Thaddeus and he left the Quidditch Pitch quickly and headed in the direction of Hogsmeade. Augusta then also said her good-bye, as she told them that she had to meet up with Alice before coming back here.
          Lily looked at the two boys as they watched Augusta leave and frowned as a sudden realization struck her. ‘Damn it! I forgot to ask him about what’s been happening to me.’

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Early Afternoon-Quidditch Pitch

          “And Angelina Johnson scores again!” Lily heard the Weasley twins best friend, Lee Jordan say through a microphone. “What an amazing shot and what splendid teamwork from her fellow Chasers, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell!”
          Lily watched the game play out, floating as far away as she could so she wouldn’t distract Harry from playing the game. She was just a few feet above where Neville, Hermione, Hagrid, and the rest of the Gryffindors watched the game, cheering for their team. Lily was smiling proudly as a former Gryffindor herself, and was cheering silently, however, she was frightened at the same time. In her heart, Lily loved Quidditch, but in her mind, she hated how dangerous the game really was. Not to mention her own son was now a Seeker on the Gryffindor team, and as proud as she was that Harry was following his father’s footsteps, she was frightened that something might happen to him.
          “What a dirty move!” Lily heard Jordan say as she witnessed Wood fall from his broom after purposely being hit with a bludger. “Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint grabbed a bat from one of his Slytherin Beaters and used it to smack a bludger right into Gryffindor Captain and Keeper Oliver Wood. Come on, Madam Hooch, that was a definite foul!”
          “Jordan!” Lily heard McGonagall chastised the young Gryffindor boy. Even though Lily agreed with Jordan’s call on the situation, it was perfectly clear that he was definitely biased towards Gryffindor. The Slytherin team scored two points almost instantly, taking Angelina Johnson out with a dirty move as they forced her to crash into one of the stands. The Gryffindors looked a bit disheartened for a moment, until Lily noticed that Harry started speeding across the field at breakneck speed. At that point, Lily and the Gryffindors began cheering their hearts out.
          “Here comes young Harry Potter!” Jordan spoke loudly through the microphone. “The new Gryffindor Seeker, who’s happens to be the youngest Quidditch player in a century, appears to have his eyes locked on the Snitch and hopes to win for Gryffindor. He ducks from a bludger, and heads straight for his target. Wait a minute! What’s this? Harry Potter seems to be having a problem with his broom! What’s going on here!”
          Lily was deathly worried at watching Harry trying to control his broom. So were the other Gryffindors, as Lily suddenly notice that Hermione was pointing over to the Slytherin stands where Professor Snape, Quirrell, and parents of several Slytherin students, sat watching the game. Lily tried to hear what Hermione was telling Neville, but she soon left and disappeared into the crowd. Not knowing what else to do, and knowing that Harry was the only person that could see her on the field at that moment, she floated over to where he was and grabbed a hold of Harry’s broom, trying to stabilize it.
          “Hold on, Harry!” Lily told him, struggling as she felt the magic being cast on it. “I can feel the magic on it! Someone is jinxing your broom!”
          “I’m trying, Mum, but whoever’s doing this, they’re pretty strong.” Harry told her, trying to maintain his grip on his broom.
          “Don’t worry about how strong they are, focus on how strong you are!” Lily told him. “Just take a deep breath, and close your eyes, and your magic will come.”
          Harry did as he was told, and as soon as he did, he felt his magic begin to help stabilize his broom to where it no longer shook. He opened his eyes and saw Lily smile and remove her hands from his broom. They both knew that Harry couldn’t move his broom yet, as the jinx was still on Harry’s broom. However, another moment later, Lily noticed that Snape suddenly stood up and knocked Quirrell and several parents over and Harry felt the jinx on his broom being lifted. Harry took off again as he saw the Slytherin Seeker going after the Snitch. Within moments, Harry caught up with the other team’s Seeker and with one deft move, rammed him off of his broom and caught the Snitch with ease.
          “Harry Potter has done it!” Jordan exclaimed triumphantly. “He’s caught the Snitch awarding Gryffindor 150 points and thus winning the game! Gryffindor Wins!”
          Cheers and applause were heard from three quarters of the Quidditch stands as Harry flew around the Pitch holding the Golden Snitch in his hands. Lily could see the big smile on his face, but she could tell that Harry was angry at someone interfering in the match. Lily was very worried herself, as whoever it was, was sitting in the Slytherin stands. Whoever it was, she suspected that Neville and Hermione knew.

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Later in the day-Outside Hagrid’s Hut

          “Professor Snape?” Hagrid looked at the three Gryffindors who were telling him what each of them saw during the day. “Why would he jinx Harry’s broom? He may be the Head of Slytherin House, but he’s also a Hogwarts teacher. He’s held by the same rules by every teacher here. Even Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t think of doing such a thing.”
          Harry frowned instantly at hearing Dumbledore mentioned again. Harry had this growing suspicion that Dumbledore was somehow responsible for both his and Neville’s brooms getting out of control. However, just before coming to see Hagrid, Hermione told him that she saw Snape muttering and keeping his eyes locked on Harry during the match. Lily was shocked at hearing this information, but couldn’t deny that Snape had it in for her son ever since the first day. Hearing Hagrid deny this didn’t calm her suspicions of him at that time either.
          “But Hagrid, I know all about spells.” Hermione said to the large, bearded man. “I’ve read all about them. You have to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn’t blinking.”
          “I also believe that Snape tried to get past Fluffy on the third-floor corridor.” Harry told him also. “We saw him limping this morning, and Hermione noticed that he had a large bite mark on his leg the night before. Whatever’s going on, Snape must be behind it. The question is why is he involved?”
          Hagrid sighed out loud, and took a deep breath before responding. “Now, listen to me, all of you. You’re meddling in things that ought not be your concern. It’s dangerous, it is. Not to mention top secret. The only people who need to know are Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel…Oh dear me. I shouldn’t have said that. Go on, you three. Enjoy your day!”
          With that, Hagrid walked into his hut and promptly shut his door. Both Harry and Neville frowned as they looked at Hermione as they knew what she was going to ask next.
          “Who’s Nicholas Flamel?” She looked at the two boys and asked.
          Harry and Neville made a quiet decision to tell her, but not reveal anything about the stone. “He’s an Alchemist, Hermione.” Neville told her with Harry nodding. “We don’t know much else about him, though.”
          Hermione, Harry, and Neville began walking back towards the castle at that moment, realizing that Hermione was planning to look Nicholas Flamel up in the library. Both Harry and Neville were conflicted over their friend, as they felt that she should know the truth, but at the same time, discovering the truth would place her into danger. Lily quietly followed the three, wondering what she should do. She wanted to confront Snape herself, but with Harry nearby, she couldn’t risk it. If it was true, and Snape wanted Harry dead, then there was simply no way she would allow Snape an opportunity to get to Harry when they were alone. However, there was still a part of her that simply could not believe that Snape would do something like that. He may have been a Death Eater once, but she remembered seeing him grieve over her all those years ago. Once more, if he wanted Harry dead, why didn’t he do it when he had the perfect chance?
          As they entered Hogwarts castle, the sun had just started to set, which meant that it would be soon time for dinner. Hermione instantly frowned as she knew that the library would be closed and started walking up to the Gryffindor tower when all three of them were stopped by Professor McGonagall.
          “Ah, Mr. Potter.” McGonagall called out and walked up to them from the Great Hall. “I wanted to personally congratulate you for your outstanding gameplay today. You were simply magnificent.”
          “Thank you, Professor McGonagall.” Harry smiled uneasily as he suspected what was going to happen next. Lily frowned as she suspected the same, and she was going to try to stop it this time.
          “Excuse us, Minerva, but these Gryffindors need to wash up before dinner.” Lily said to her, gesturing to Harry to continue walking. Hermione and Neville, not knowing what was happening, made their way past McGonagall and headed up the stairs. Harry, however, was blocked by the Transfiguration Professor.
          “I’m afraid that this can’t wait, Lily.” McGonagall responded, then looking at Harry. “I also wanted to say that you handle yourself brilliantly, especially after someone tried to jinx your broom. I am absolutely disgusted that someone would try something like that. I will be personally conducting an investigation into who could have done this.”
          Harry instantly frowned at hearing this. “Excuse me, Professor, but what about the investigation of what happened to Neville and his broom?” Harry asked her. “I would think that after so much time has passed by, a culprit would have been identified by now.”
          “I’m sorry to tell you this, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said with a touch of compassion. “But Professor Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to lead the investigation into Mr. Longbottom’s incident. And besides informing me of his broom being destroyed by fire, he has not revealed any information on the matter.”
          Harry’s anger and frustration was boiling over at hearing the headmaster’s name again. He looked up at the stairs and saw Hermione and Neville waiting for him, and said: “You guys go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”
          Both Neville and Hermione nodded and disappeared up the stairs as Lily began to get an uneasy feeling about what Harry wanted. As soon as they left, Harry looked directly at McGonagall and said: “May I speak to you in private, Professor?”
          “Of course, Mr. Potter.” McGonagall said as she motioned Harry and Lily away from the Great Hall. She led them to another empty classroom, one that from Harry’s viewpoint, hadn’t been used in years. However, neither Harry nor McGonagall cared about the condition of the classroom at that moment. All McGonagall cared about was fulfilling her sexual needs and all Harry cared about was for some real answers for a change.
          After McGonagall locked the door, she pulled out her wand and began to transform into her non-glamour appearance. Harry leaped upon the teacher’s desk and sat on top of it, looking intently at the Deputy Headmistress with half-lust, half-anger. McGonagall smiled as she walked over to him and slowly began to strip off her clothes. About half-way through, however, Harry had stopped her.
          “Excuse me, Minerva, but I need a favor from you.” Harry said to his Head of House. “I would like you to drop the investigation concerning who jinxed my broom during the match today. Both Mum and I have a good idea who did it, but unless we have proof, we rather not say, as we need to know why this person would do it. Right, Mum?”
          McGonagall looked over at Lily, who was frowning at her son, but nodded silently. She wanted to say something, but at that moment, she felt strangely compelled to stay silent. McGonagall turned back towards Harry and asked: “Why wouldn’t you want me to investigate this person? It is my job as the Head of Gryffindor, after all.”
          “Because I believe that whoever is responsible for jinxing my broom is the same person who bewitched Neville’s broom during our flying lesson after our first week here.” Harry told her, licking his lips in anticipation for what he wanted. “Again, it’s only a suspicion, but I want you to privately investigate what happened during that flying lesson. I want you to do this secretly and not inform Dumbledore if you discover anything.”
          “Harry, why wouldn’t you want Albus to know this?” McGonagall frowned slightly, but continued undressing. “He’s the Headmaster of this school, and he’s already investigating Mr. Longbottom’s incident. If I tell him that you suspect that the same person is trying to harm both you and Neville, I’m sure that he will quickly discover the culprit.”
          “Minerva, he hasn’t done one damn thing about it since it happened!” Harry angrily leapt of the teacher’s desk and walked straight up to the nearly naked McGonagall. “Dumbledore promised Neville that he would find out who bewitched his broom and why that person did it! It’s been way over a month and a half and Neville is still frightened to get on a broom, and after what happened to me during the Quidditch match, I’m sure it didn’t help matters.”
          Harry grabbed McGonagall’s hand and pulled her to the desk. Her lust taking control of her senses at that point, she nodded almost energetically to Harry. “Alright, Harry. However, after so much time has passed by, I doubt that I could uncover anything noteworthy or important.” She told him, placing her hands on Harry’s face, and leaned in for a kiss. “I promise to tell only you if I do discover anything about Neville’s incident. It will be our secret.”
          Harry stopped McGonagall from kissing him for a moment as he jumped back on the teacher’s desk, then he grabbed her face and pulled her face to his. McGonagall kissed Harry passionately, entwining her tongue with his and moaning loudly. Harry, not wanting another jerk off session with her, decided to show some initiative and moved his hands to each of McGonagall’s breasts and started squeezing them. She moaned even louder in the kiss, finally breaking it after a short while and actually began purring a bit.
          “Why Harry, what’s the meaning of this?” She asked, smiling sweetly as she placed her hands on Harry’s pants and began to unbutton it. As she pulled out his six-inch dick, she continued to purr, and began to slowly jerk him off. “Are you trying to tell me that you want something more than just a handjob?”
          “Yes, Minerva. I am.” Harry breathlessly told her as he leaned closer and began kissing her neck. “You see, ever since you jerked me off that first time, I’ve been having dreams of having your lips around my penis. I would very much like to see that dream become a reality. I know that a part of you thinks of this as wrong, but you’ve already done so much already. I want you to suck my cock, Minerva, but the question for you is, what do you want?”
          Harry placed his mouth over one of McGonagall’s round breasts and began sucking on it, just like he saw Pomfrey and McGonagall do to each other the night before. McGonagall panted and moaned as Harry moved his free hand down towards her crotch area and pressed his fingers against the folds of her pussy. She gasped and trembled instantly at feeling Harry’s fingers come in contact with her clit and her cunt. McGonagall couldn’t understand it, but somehow this young virgin wizard knew what to do to turn her on even more than she was. She almost screamed as she felt two of Harry’s fingers enter her pussy and began to play with it.
          “Oh My Goodness Harry!” McGonagall shook as she felt her juices flow down to Harry’s fingers. “How did you learn to do this?”
          “From you and Poppy.” Harry told her simply. While fingering her, Harry glanced over at his mother and saw that she was already masturbating, panting and moaning as much as McGonagall was. During this, McGonagall stopped jerking Harry’s dick and pulled Harry’s head off of her chest.
          “Alright, Harry,” McGonagall said as she got onto her knees and positioned her mouth just in front of Harry’s erection. “I’ll suck your cock, but on one condition: I want you to hold my head down on it and I want you to thrust your hips as much as you can. And when you cum, Harry, I want you to make sure that I swallow every last drop.”
          Without another word, McGonagall took Harry’s six-inch cock into her mouth and began to suck it. Harry instantly groaned as he grabbed her long, brown hair and began thrusting his hips to meet McGonagall’s tempo. Lily moved up closer to see McGonagall take her son’s erection as Harry was thrusting his hips faster. Lily noticed that McGonagall had one of her hands underneath her crotch clearly rubbing her pussy as Harry was fucking her face. Lily was licking her lips as she watched McGonagall’s head move up and down on Harry’s dick with skillful precision.
‘It’s been so long since I sucked a cock.’ Lily thought as she remembered her last time with James. While many would not believe, Lily used to love sex. She and James had sex almost every night, sometimes twice to three times daily depending on how much energy James had after work. Even with the war, her getting pregnant, and eventually giving birth to Harry, they still found a way to have sex as often as they could. Not that she considered herself to be sex-crazed, at least back then. She and James simply were madly in love with each other. Now, as she was watching her son getting his cock sucked, she couldn’t help but to imagine herself sucking James’ cock again. ‘No, not James. I want Harry. Oh my god, I want Harry’s cock in my mouth!’
          Lily dropped down to her knees beside McGonagall and looked deeply into Harry’s eyes. At that moment, she decided to stop worrying about her guilt and gave into her lust for her son. “Fuck her face, Harry!” Lily moaned to him as she started fingering her ghostly pussy. “Give Minerva what she wants and dominate her like a whore!”
          Harry was already at his limit, but watching his mother masturbating next to McGonagall, and her saying what she just did, pushed him over his edge. He groaned loudly and shoved McGonagall all the way down on his cock as he orgasmed down the Deputy Headmistress’ throat. Lily screamed at that moment as she felt her own orgasm rock her ghostly body while McGonagall very loudly moaned over Harry’s vibrating dick as she began swallowing his huge load of cum. So much, in fact, that when Harry had finally released his grip on McGonagall’s head, she pulled up for air and the last streams of Harry’s cum nailed her on her face. Lily instinctively tried to lick the cum off of her face, but was unsuccessful as she quickly remembered that the only person she could touch was Harry. She turned to looked at her son and saw that his six-inch dick was still hard. Again, instinct took over her reasoning and without another moment of hesitation, she grabbed Harry’s hard cock and took it into her mouth. Harry looked at his mother wide-eyed for a moment, but as soon as he felt her lips around his shaft, he instinctively grabbed his mother’s head and began fucking her face as well. Harry felt the chill of Lily’s mouth sucking his dick, and in comparison to McGonagall’s mouth, he simply couldn’t decide which was better. McGonagall’s mouth was hot and wet, while Lily’s was cold, but he felt the fierceness of her cock-sucking ability. However, Harry didn’t have much time to compare, as his cock was still sensitive from orgasming into McGonagall’s mouth. Harry orgasmed again, and held his mother’s head down on his dick as he did so, only instead of Lily being able to swallow it, thick streams shot out through Lily’s head and hit McGonagall, who was masturbating behind Lily. As he let go of his mother’s head, Harry began to see white and Lily jerked the last amounts of sperm from his hard erection. Taking a deep breath, Harry stood up from the teacher’s desk with Lily still jerking him off. However, Lily soon realized what she was doing and the guilt came back to her.
          “Harry, I’m so sorry!” Lily said as she stood up, still holding his now softening dick. She then realized that she was and instantly let it go, continuing to look into Harry’s eyes. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, but every time you are in these situations, I feel incredibly horny.”
          Harry looked at both women in front of him and smiled. “Mum, I promise we’ll talk about this tonight.” Harry said to her. After Lily smiled and nodded back to him, he looked towards the now getting dressed McGonagall and asked: “Minerva, why did you want me to hold your head on my dick?”
          She smiled weakly as she grabbed her wand and waved it around her body, transforming back to her glamour form. “When I was married, my husband used to force-fuck my face whenever he wanted.” She answered him. “Not that I’m type of woman, mind you, but ever since the Death Eaters killed him during the war, I’ve haven’t had a good dick in my mouth to play with. Harry, I have to say that you may have been better than him.”
          Harry didn’t know what to say after that, so he zipped up his pants and walked up to her. He then gave her a long kiss before exiting the classroom with Lily following with a bigger smile.

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Two Weeks Later-Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

          “W…well, that’s a…all for t…today. Cl…class Dis…missed.” Quirrell stuttered like always he did. As Harry got up from his desk, he wondered why Quirrell was a professor, much less than their DADA teacher. Sure, he did seem to have incredible knowledge about the Dark Arts, but with every lesson, Quirrell seemed to be shaking with fear just by being in a room with kids. What was worse, for Harry at least, was every so often when Quirrell turned his back to them, he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his lightning-shaped scar. Even though he was at the top of the class, followed by Hermione, Neville, and strangely Ron, Harry found Quirrell to be one of the worst teachers here. Followed next to Snape, of course.
          Speaking of Ron, he in the last weeks started taking all of his classes seriously. In the small amount of time that he knew the red-head, this seemed very unlike the boy. However, ever since the day after Halloween, Ron was found in the library studying or in the Great Hall eating while doing his homework. The change with him was so sudden, even the professors were wondering what was going on with him. Harry himself did not understand what was going on until the day before, as he saw both Fred and George laughing at their younger brother joking about him and Hermione. Afterwards, Hermione, and Neville who knew but promised Hermione not to tell Harry, finally came forward and told Harry the truth: in an effort to get hers and Harry’s forgiveness after the incident at Halloween, Hermione told Ron that he had to pick up on his studies and actually do his homework without help. Harry almost started to laugh, until Neville told him about what else Hermione had Ron doing.
          “She’s been making him carry her books, making sure he cleans up the common room, and other stuff as well.” Neville told him yesterday. “If Ron does all of this, including keeping his grades up to close to where we are by the end of the school year, she will forgive him enough to allow him to be her friend. Which means you might forgive him too.”
          At that, Harry really started laughing. Ron had literally became Hermione’s slave just to get Harry’s forgiveness, and Hermione was going to milk him for the entire school year. Hermione had a little bit of a dark side in her, even though what she had Ron doing was more like she was his teacher or mother than being Ron’s master. Harry smiled at Hermione and asked them both: “Why didn’t you guys tell me? I could’ve helped with ideas.”
          The four of them were currently on their way to the library to begin doing their DADA homework, when McGonagall appeared before them looking quite frazzled. “Ah, Mr. Potter. I’ve been asked to bring you, and both Parvati and Padme Patil to see Professor Dumbledore. I’m afraid that a Gringotts goblin has come here to talk to you, and has brought the girls’ parents along with him.”
          “Why?” Harry asked, wondering what was now going on.
          “I’m afraid that I don’t have that information at this time, Mr. Potter.” McGonagall answered. “All I know is that it concerns you family and theirs. Ah, Miss Patil, and Miss Patil, would you please accompany me and Mr. Potter. Professor Dumbledore has requested your presence.”
          The Patil twins nodded and instantly and quickly clung to each of Harry’s arms. Lily almost chuckled at seeing this, but wondered what Dumbledore wanted to see them about.
          Harry, Parvati, and Padme followed McGonagall up to Dumbledore’s office with Hermione, Neville, and Ron continuing on to the library. When they reached the stone steps that led to the Headmaster’s office, they had already discovered that the stone gargoyle had moved out of the way for them. They slowly walked up to the stairs and reached the door to Dumbledore’s office.
          “Please, come in.” Dumbledore said from behind the door without anyone even knocking. McGonagall opened the door for Harry, Parvati, Padme, and even Lily to enter the office to see Dumbledore intensively frowning at the three people in front of his desk. Dumbledore himself was sitting behind his desk rubbing his temples clearly showing that he was trying to fight a headache. Harry looked at the three people and recognized one of them as Balrog, the head of Gringotts bank in Londen. The other two, who Padme and Parvati ran up to and hugged, he assumed were the twins’ parents. After the Patils stopped hugging each other, Dumbledore placed his hands on his desk and said: “I would like it on record that as Harry Potter’s magical guardian, I object to this transaction.”
          “Your objection can not be noted, Albus.” Balrog looked at the headmaster and told him matter-of-factly. “This concerns both Gringotts and the House of Potter, and as such, you have no say in regard to this transaction.”
          “I’m sorry, but what transaction?” Harry step forward and asked the goblin. He then looked at the Patil family and had to guess. “Is this about Parvati’s and Padme’s grandfather?”
          “Partly, Mr. Potter, but first, allow me to introduce Mr. Jinder Patil and soon-to-be ex-wife, Mrs. Divia Patil.” Balrog said to Harry. Harry walked up to them and shook the Patils’ hands, smiling at the two of them. They gladly shook the young wizard’s hand, but they didn’t return the smile. Divia, however, pulled Harry a little closer to her while she shook his hand. After his hand was released, both the Patil twins noticed what Balrog had just said.
          “Mother, Father, are you getting a divorce?” Padme asked her parents, both her and Parvati giving them worried looks. Both of them stayed silent, and hugged their children tightly as Balrog answered the question.
          “I’m afraid that because of the nature of this transaction, Divia Patil and Jinder Patil can no longer be married.” Balrog informed the girls. “The paperwork will be finalized just before Christmas this year. Now, Mr. Harry Potter, as the sole Heir to the House of Potter, you have the right to know about the reason behind this transaction.”
          “Excuse me, but what transaction?” Harry asked again, frustrated that he hadn’t received an answer yet. Lily floated over to her son as she was equally frustrated with what Balrog was talking about.
          “The transaction of Divia, Parvati, and Padme Patil to serve the House of Potter.” Balrog stated matter-of-factly. Both Harry and Lily looked at Balrog in complete shock, and Balrog began to explain: “Over a century ago, the Patil family took out a loan from the Potter family, with Gringotts endorsing the loan for an investment opportunity in India. The original debt was 1.5 million Galleons and the investment was to teach non-magic people the ability to control snakes in their country. You see, prior to the Muggle First World War, the ability to talk to snakes, known as Parseltongue, was highly valued in several countries by magical and non-magical people alike. However, after the war, the Wizarding World outlawed the use of Snake language unless you were directly licensed to by their governed countries.”
          “Why?” Harry asked, not understanding why an ability to communicate with snakes could be a bad thing. It was Dumbledore who answered.
          “Parseltongue was considered by many to be the language of Dark Wizards and Witches.” Dumbledore said, giving a slight smile. Lily felt a cold shudder run through her ghostly form at seeing it, like he was the one responsible for making Parseltongue illegal. “The governments of the Wizarding World thought it was best to outlaw the ability to teach the language, and give magical licenses to those who already had this ability. We did this to monitor all Parseltongue wielders for illegal activities.”
          “Which, I’m afraid they were illegal activities.” Balrog continued. “As shortly after 1920, many Parseltongue wielder were either sent to a Wizard prison, like Azkaban, or killed after misusing their ability and tried to run. Now, Sonjay Patil Sr., had hired many of these wielders as teachers prior to the war ending, and he was just about to open his school until Parseltongue was declared illegal. Unfortunately, he had already paid for the building and for the teachers, as well as all the necessary permits to operate in India as it was known to be the ideal place to teach Parseltongue. According to many back then, they were actually interested in learning the ability.
          “After Parseltongue was outlawed, the Patils lost everything. Once more, Dorea Marie Potter nee Black, your great-grandmother Mr. Potter, who loaned Sonjay Patil Sr. the money, was expecting some sort of payment after the event occurred. However, as the debt he owed began to increase due to interest, he decided to do a dishonorable thing: he took his own life.”
          “I’m confused, I know that suicide is considered bad, but why is it dishonorable to do so?” Harry asked Balrog, who looked at him questionably.
          “It was dishonorable because Dorea Potter was not someone who would allow such a debt to be forgiven by such a cowardly act.” Balrog answered him. “Also, if any substantial amount of money is borrowed from any vault inside Gringotts, no matter whom owns that vault, Gringotts has to sign off on it, guaranteeing that the amount including any interest accrued would be paid back by the lender. As such, the entire Patil family was declared responsible for the debt owed to the Potter family.”
          “Can Harry forgive this debt?” Lily inquired, as she knew Dorea Potter was a very spiteful witch. She never even bothered to congratulate James on the birth of Harry. However, family was everything to Dorea, as she had very little left, so Lily hoped that she left Harry some control over this debt.
          “Ah, Lily Potter nee Evans, I’m sorry that I did not address you earlier.” Balrog said to her. “However, to answer your question, no. Unless the original debt and at least 75% of the accrued interest is paid, Dorea Potter left a will instructing us not to forgive such a debt unless the Potter clan was without an heir. And since your son officially identified himself as a legitimate heir to the House of Potter, that became impossible at this time. Also, as Gringotts is solely responsible for making sure this debt is paid, we forego normal wizarding laws and do what is necessary to ensure the debt is paid to the family’s satisfaction. You should know, Mr. Potter, that even if you tried to forgive the debt, we goblins would still have no choice but ensure the said debt is satisfied where future parties might be concerned.”
          At that moment, Harry began to feel throbbing around his temples. While Harry did not understand this explanation Balrog was giving, and the way Balrog was so willing to explain everything to him, Harry still had one important question: “Okay, so the Patil family owes my family money, that much I got, and I’m not able to forgive this debt, as my great-grandmother wouldn’t allow it as I understand. What I don’t get is why do I have to accept Parvati, Padme, and their mother into serving my family as slaves? And why not their father?”
          “Well, before you were born, and before Dorea Potter died, Sonjay Patil Jr. had worked out a deal that at the time satisfied his obligation for the debt.” Balrog responded. “The deal allowed him to be solely responsible for the debt until his death, allowing his child to be free to pursue better investment opportunities. The reason for this was because the Patil family was at the time disavowed from doing any business that didn’t already involve their own vaults. Unfortunately, Jinder Patil did take out a loan directly from Gringotts several years ago, and while it wasn’t in the amount of his grandfather’s loan, it was still substantial enough for him to present collateral should his investment opportunity fail. His collateral was prized artifacts belong solely to his family, and we accepted the terms. However, lying to a goblin is not advisable under any circumstance, as the loan was used in an illegal operation located in America, and the amount was seized by American Aurors and disbanded the entire operation.”
          “I don’t understand, Father.” Parvati looked up at him, who was nearly in tears at this point. “What operation did you invest in?”
          “It’s best that I don’t say, Parvati.” Jinder told her, silently crying. “Although I swear that I didn’t lie when I asked for the loan. It was my friend who lied to me.”
          “That constitute you lying to use, Mr. Patil.” Balrog informed the man, the goblin frowning for the first time during the meeting. “You were told when you asked for this loan that we would not forgive any amount of shortsightedness. You not verifying the validity of your friend’s business represents such shortsightedness. It was not Gringotts fault that you chose your friends poorly and lost the money we lent you.”
          “Now, Mr. Potter, as I said, Sonjay Patil Jr. worked out an arrangement with Gringotts to satisfy his obligation of the debt.” Balrog looked back at Harry. “The arrangement was for him to be bound in servitude to Gringotts for his entire life, in exchange for paying off 5% of the interest per year to the House of Potter. However, during the time of this arrangement, the debt the Patil family owed including interest was over 30 million Galleons, so while Mr. Patil could decrease the debt accrued by his family, there was simply no way he could have eliminate it fully. Now, even though he was bound to Gringotts, Mr. Patil served us with distinction, working down in the caves for nearly 15 years before he had taken ill. Now the illness that unfortunately took him was caused by his long years working in our caves, as wizards are simply not used to the kind of work we goblins do. I would like to say that while we are grateful for his years of service, we are very sorry for his loss.”
          Balrog took a moment to catch his breath. “Now, this leads me to why I am here. Since Jinder Patil incurred his debt with Gringotts solely and not with another wizarding family, he now solely belongs to Gringotts as our property. However, Gringotts cannot ignore the debt the Patil family still owes the Potter family, since the debt they owe is just under 25 million Galleons. So, we have to declare the entire Patil family and all of their vaults the sole property of the House of Potter.”
          Harry looked at Balrog still completely confused at what he had explained to him. Lily was slightly less confused and as she looked around the room, both McGonagall and Dumbledore had the same look of confusion as well. After a very long silence, Harry had to ask: “What does that mean for Parvati, Padme, and their mother?”
          “Well, they are yours to do with as you please.” Balrog told him simply. “Within reason, of course, as the Patil family must not be forced to do anything that they would not want done to them, that is until you claim your lordship of House Potter. However, the girls can still attend school if you allow it, and Divia Patil can seek employment if you so chose her to do so. Also, until your thirteenth birthday, you are extremely limited to what you can order them to do. Until then, you can have them either live in their former home, which now belongs to you, or have them move to another place which you are currently registered to live.”
          Harry thought long and hard before looking at his mother for some sort of approval. Lily just silently nodded to her son before Harry finally gave Balrog his answer. “Alright, since it looks like I really have no choice but to accept them as my family’s servants. However, both Parvati and Padme will continue their education and their mother will stay in their home. Divia will be allowed to seek out employment so she can continue to provide a stable home environment for Parvati and Padme. Also, I would like to have a meeting with you prior to Christmas so I can better understand what I am allowed to do with them.”
          “Of course, Mr. Potter.” Balrog bowed to him, before pulling a short wand from his coat. “Now, would you please take your wand out so we can finish this transaction?”
          Harry pulled out his wand and waited for Balrog’s instructions. Balrog approached Divia first and motioned for her to kneel down. After she did, Balrog pressed the point of his wand against her throat and looked directly over to Harry and said: “After I bound each of them into servitude, you must raise your wand and recite ‘I, Harry James Potter, Heir Apparent to House of Potter, accept’ say the witch’s name ‘as servant to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter’, and then say, ‘So Mote It Be’. Understand?”
          Harry nodded again, and Balrog turned back to Divia. “Do you, Divia Patil nee Balart, accept your position as servant to the House of Potter?”
          “I, Divia Patil nee Balart, do accept my position as servant to the House of Potter.” She silently wept as a bronze collar spun out of Balrog’s wand and wrapped around Divia’s neck.
          “I, Harry James Potter, Heir Apparent to House of Potter, accept Divia Patil nee Balart as servant to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter.” Harry recited with his wand raised up in the air. “So Mote It Be.”
          A small, white light flashed from the tip of Harry’s wand and as he kept his eyes on Divia’s neck, a golden “P” appeared hanging from the bronze collar. Balrog did the same thing to Parvati and Padme, and Harry raised his wand each time accepting them as his servants. After it was all over, Balrog smiled and shook Harry’s hand saying: “A pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Potter. I will put a meeting for us on the books right away for you.”
          With that, he gestured to Jinder Patil and walked over to the fireplace. Jinder grabbed both of his daughters and gave them a long hug before saying good-bye to them and his wife. He then followed Balrog as each of them grabbed Floo powder from next to the fireplace and entered it, saying: “Gringotts Bank, London.”
          While each one disappeared in the fireplace, Harry looked at all of the people in the room, with Dumbledore being last. As Harry stared at the elderly headmaster, he saw how frustrated Dumbledore was with this situation. Harry could only have one reaction from this: he smiled.

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Mid-December-Hogwarts Hallway

          Harry was smiling widely after a late-night session with Professor McGonagall. He was, however, trying to get back to Gryffindor tower without being caught by Filch or Snape, so therefor, he was hiding near a dark corner of one of the hallways near the library. Lily was also hiding between the walls, mainly because if Snape or Filch saw her this far away from Gryffindor tower was, they would know that Harry was out of bed. The only reason why they were doing this on their own was because McGonagall had orgasmed so many times that she passed out from her own masturbation.
          Harry looked over to the next corridor and saw two dark shadows next to a strange door. He quietly listened as he could just barely make out what was being said and recognized who they were.
          “You don’t want to make an enemy out of me, Quirrell.” One voice said. It was clear to both Harry and Lily that it was Snape.
          “I…I don’t k…know what y…you’re talking a…about, Severus.” Quirrell responded.
          While Harry could barely make out each man, he was strangely fixated on the door behind them. He didn’t know why, but he felt a sudden urge to see what was behind it.
          “We’ll talk later,” Snape told him menacingly. “When you decide where your loyalties lie.”
          With that, Snape walked towards where Harry and Lily were hiding while Quirrell shakenly walked the opposite direction. Harry stood nearly frozen against the wall without making a sound while Snape walked passed him. Harry waited until Snape had vanished down another corridor before making his way for the door.
          “Harry, what are you doing?” Lily asked him as she followed him to the door. “You need to get back to the tower and go to sleep. You have to pack for the holiday break tomorrow.”
          “I know, Mum.” Harry whispered back as he reached the door. “Something’s behind this door. I can feel it calling to me.”
          Lily silently watched as Harry opened the door to reveal a large, empty room with a heavy looking mirror in the middle of it. Harry shortly realized that he was being strangely pulled towards this mirror, though he didn’t know why. Lily saw the mirror and had a strange feeling that she knew what this mirror was and saw the writing on the side of it.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
          “I show not your face but your heart’s desire.” Lily stated as she tried to warn her son. “Harry, this is the Mirror of Erised. It’s designed to show you what you desire most in the world.”
          Harry stopped just in front of the mirror and looked over at his mother. “You know what this mirror is, Mum?”
          Lily nodded, and tried to pull Harry away from it. “I studied about magical artifacts while trying to qualify to becoming a teacher here.” She told him. “You need to step away, Harry. Many witches and wizards have spent their entire lives in front of the mirror, some have even gone insane.”
          Harry glanced at the mirror, and at first saw himself and his mother standing there. But before he was about to turn away, the image of what he saw glimmered a bit, then changed to seeing what he had often dreamed about. He saw himself standing naked bathed in someone’s blood with several witches around him naked as well. He easily recognized McGonagall, Hooch, Pomfrey, Hermione, and the Patil twins either laying sprawled out on the ground around him, or kneeling before him with a re-haired woman on her hands and knees positioned right in front of where his dick was and moving back and forth. Mirror Harry was gripping this woman’s ass and thrusting his hips and as the woman looked up, Harry could see who it was: his own mother, Lily.
          “She’s correct, Mr. Potter.” The voice of Albus Dumbledore shocked Harry and Lily as he appeared out of nowhere next to the door they entered a short while ago. Harry stepped away from the mirror and turned to the headmaster. “Many of these wizards and witches were drawn to the mirror from a short distance, hence the danger with this mirror. Which is why it will be moved to a new home tomorrow, and I must ask you, Harry, not to look for it again.”
          “Excuse me, Professor,” Harry looked at the old man. “But aren’t you going to deduct points for me being out this late?”
          “No, I think I’ll let this one slide, Harry.” He answered. “Being curious is not a crime. Even for a young wizard such as yourself. Now, pip pip, Harry, off to bed.”
          Harry moved away from the mirror, and walked back towards the door. Before leaving, however, he asked the headmaster one thing: “What do you see when you stand in front of it, sir?”
          “Ah, I see myself holding a pair of wool socks.” Dumbledore almost chuckled. “Most people give me books for my birthday or Christmas, but alas, not one decent pair of wool socks.”
          Harry frowned at the man, but nodded his good-bye and left the room. Lily herself looked at the headmaster before leaving, wondering herself at what Dumbledore was up to, and as she floated away, she could have sworn hearing him say: “My plan is working perfectly.”

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Christmas Afternoon-The Patil Household

Harry appeared in a flash from the fireplace, stepping out and brushing off soot from his sweater and jeans. He had just had a very busy morning, as after he had woke up at Longbottom Manor, he had opened presents with Neville, had Christmas breakfast with the Longbottoms, and then while they went to church, Harry had to go to Gringotts for his meeting with Balrog, as the goblins didn’t observe human holidays, so the bank was open. The meeting that Harry wanted was supposed to be before Christmas, or at least that was what Harry had wanted. However, Balrog sent him an owl a week prior informing him that the earliest time he could set an appointment for him was Christmas morning. So, Harry begrudgingly returning to owl with a note telling Balrog that he agreed and to set the meeting at Gringotts for 9:00 Christmas morning.
          Once he had arrived, Balrog personally accompanied him to a smaller room than the room Balrog had him and Neville in the first time he was at Gringotts. Once there, Balrog had Harry signing one piece of parchment after another, while informing him of his obligations of having the Patils as servants, one of them being that he had to do regular inspections of the family and the household. He had to make sure they were healthy, and should they be injured or ill, he had to have a healer to make them better. He also had to make sure they had three-square meals a day too.
          He was also told of his restrictions regarding what he could and could not do with the Patil witches, one of them being that he was forbidden to punish them in any way until he became a lord. However, if he injures them too much, he had to make sure they are healed afterwards so that the public doesn’t see them hurt. He wasn’t allowed to sell them either until he owned his Lordship.
          Also, he was told that while he could engage in sexual activity with Divia Patil at any time he desired, he was forbidden to do so with Parvati and Padme until they were thirteen. Although the goblin did let him know that as long no one finds out, and they don’t end up pregnant, he could do whatever he wanted to them, even if they don’t want it. When asked why he was willing to tell him this, Balrog told him that the no sex until he was a lord was part of the deal they made with the Ministry of Magic. But to the goblins, they really didn’t care about when humans fucked each other, as it was no concern to them. But should they end up pregnant, or someone reports him having sex with them before he was legally allowed to, he would lose the servitude of the entire Patil family, and Divia, Parvati, and Padme would be signed over to the service of Gringotts.
          He would still be allowed to own the Patil vaults, but for the Patil witches, they would be sold to another wizarding family whose lordship is intact. Harry was frightened at the notion of another wizarding family buying Divia, Parvati, and Padme and asked Balrog which wizarding family would think of such of a thing. Balrog answered him telling him that while there were many wizarding families who have lords who would buy the Patils, but with the debt they owed, there was only one family and one lord who could afford it: the Malfoy family and their current lord; Lucius Malfoy.
          Cringing at the thought that Draco’s family might own the Patils, Harry decided that it was best to do his best and not do anything to endanger the Patil witches. So, after spending the rest of the morning and the first part of the afternoon signing his name to everything Balrog had wanted, he was given a quick tour of all of the Patil vaults, which were now the Potter vaults, according to Balrog. Afterwards, Balrog led him to the fireplace, and suggested that he go to inspect the Patils to get it out of the way.
          “Merry Christmas, Heir Potter.” The voice of Divia Patil said from what looked like the dining room, as Harry appeared in the room. Harry looked over at the woman who was setting four place settings for dinner. She looked at him and smiled sweetly, still wearing the bronze collar with the golden “P” attached to her neck. Otherwise, she was wearing what looked like traditional Indian clothing, even though Lily thought it was a little too revealing. As Divia entered the living room, she kneeled before the young wizard and said: “Welcome, young Master Potter. I’m very pleased to see you here today.” Before Harry left the bank, he was informed that from now on, the Patil woman would now call him Master, unless he told them otherwise.
          “Thank you, Divia, but how did you know that I would be coming today?” Harry asked, looking at the four plates on the table and knowing that Jinder was now living with the goblins of Gringotts, and assumed that the fourth place setting was for him. He found himself liking being called Master by Divia and so he didn’t say anything to change this. “I had only just got done with Balrog a few moments ago, and I only decided that I was coming here just before entering the Floo. Why the fourth place setting?”
          “Balrog instructed me to expect you at any time for regular inspections, as he called it.” Divia told him, still smiling at him. “I’m sorry to say that Parvati and Padme are not here at this time Master. They went to a friend’s house for a little while before coming back for dinner, letting them know that they might not see them as often, because you are now their Master and wasn’t what you allow them to do.”
          “As long as they behave, and don’t tell people my secrets, I have no problems them vesting their friends.” Harry informed his new slave.
          “Thank you Master, I know they’ll be happy to hear this, they were worried that you won’t allow them to visit their friends.” Divia told him. “Now Master, would you like to inspect your property?”
          “Yes, Divia, I would like to inspect my property.” Harry smiled, already knowing what that meant for Divia. Still kneeling, she slowly took off her silk jacket and purple blouse. Harry felt his dick become instantly hard as she removed all of her clothing and stood in front of him, completely naked. If Harry could have spoken right then, he would have said how gorgeous she looked. Divia’s five foot, ten-inch-tall body slowly spun in front of Harry, allowing him a perfect view of her entire body. Her lightly-dark skin, long and thick black hair, dark-brown eyes, C cup size breasts, and an already moist pussy made Harry grab his crotch and grown at seeing this beautiful woman before him.
          “There’s no need to be ashamed, Master Potter.” She told him, looking at him holding his crotch and knelt back down in front of him. “I belong to you now, after all, so you can command me to do anything that you want.”
          “I’m not ashamed, Divia.” Harry smiled at her, and to prove it he pulled down his jeans and underwear, revealing his erection to her. “I was trying to show a little restraint. However, since I am relatively new at this ‘master’ deal, I think you should start with giving me a blowjob.”
          Divia smiled, and took Harry’s dick in her soft hand before saying: “As you command, Master.” With that, Divia almost hungrily took his erection into her mouth, and to Harry’s surprise, took his full length on the first attempt. With McGonagall, even though she wanted him to force-fuck her mouth, only went half-way on the first push, then all the way on the next. Harry placed his hands on the back of Divia’s head and began thrusting his hips into her face, her moans nearly filling the entire living room. Lily herself had begun masturbating as she moved next to Divia and knelt down herself, giving her a perfect view of Harry’s dick going in and out of Divia’s mouth. The feeling of Divia’s mouth was wonderful for Harry, but as he saw his mother kneeling next to Divia masturbating, he remembered the image he saw in the Mirror of Erised. It was then that he knew that he wanted something more.
          “Divia,” Harry groaned as he pulled her face off of his dick. “While I appreciate what you’re doing, I’m here to inspect you. So, if you would turn around and get on your hands and knees, I can inspect your pussy.”
          “Of course, Master.” Divia smiled and did what she was told. Lily gasped in shock as she began to wonder how Harry knew what to do in this situation, but when Harry grabbed Divia’s tight ass and slid, his six-inch dick inside the Indian woman’s pussy, whatever reasoning had once again left her as she enjoyed watching her son begin fucking Divia Patil. “Oh, Fuck!” Divia gasped as she felt Harry’s cock slide in and out of her slowly. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a dick inside of me. Fuck me, Master[DD1] [JM2] [JM3] !”
          Harry began thrusting his hips faster and harder as he felt Divia’s pussy walls tighten around his penis, feeling vibrations that went all the way up to Harry’s chest. Both Divia and Lily panted and moaned, with Divia letting out an occasional scream to ask Harry to fuck her harder, and Lily positioning herself in the exact same way that Divia was now in, masturbating heavily wanting her orgasm to come when Harry’s did. The noise in the room became so loud, that no one heard the front door open and close, nor the two loud gasps that came after that. It was only after Lily was looking directly at Harry’s sweaty face that she noticed that Parvati and Padme were walking towards them removing their clothes as well. Harry, however, hadn’t noticed until each Patil twin took position on either side of him, and Parvati took the initiative and grabbed Harry’s face and kissed him hard.
          “We’ve been waiting for this to happen, Master Harry.” Padme said while Parvati passionately kissed him. After she released him, Padme grabbed his head and did the same.
          “Well, not fucking our mother, mind you,” Parvati breathlessly told him. “But we’ve wanted to have sex with you the moment we laid eyes on you on the train.”
          “Wait, what?” Harry nearly stammered after Padme broke off the kiss with him. “Not when I first saw you two inside the castle?”
          “No,” Parvati moaned, her hands down where her pussy is, clearly masturbating. “Although we felt drawn to you since we entered Hogwarts, we’ve known about the great “Harry Potter” for a while now, and since we saw you on the train, both me and Padme were in competition to see which one of us would jump you first.”
          “Now, girls, you should be ashamed of yourselves.” Divia told them through her moans. “After all, I taught you both how to respect others. You should know better.”
          “Mother, we know, but we just had to have Master.” Padme moaned as well, clearly masturbating herself. “And now since he is our master, we don’t have to wait to be fucked.”
          Harry could only look at the twins with a look of weird amusement. ‘What is wrong with these two?’ he thought, but he slowly felt his orgasm coming and turned back his focus back to Divia, who was now slumped half-way on the floor as her arms were giving out on her. Lily had felt her own orgasm rise as she refocused her efforts on timing her orgasm with her son’s. A few moments later, Harry shoved his dick all the way into Divia’s pussy and groaned loudly as he shot his load inside of her. Divia, screamed loudly as her own orgasm hit and trembled as she felt his hot load enter her womb. Lily smiled happily as her own orgasm rocked her body at the time of Harry’s orgasm. When Harry pulled out, he gasped for breath but still found that his dick was hard. Both Parvati and Padme dropped to their knees and took turns at sucking Harry’s cock, with Padme beating her sister by half-a-second. Harry could only groan at feeling both twins taking turns at giving him a blowjob. He felt like he was about to cum again, but he didn’t want to orgasm in their mouths.
          “Girls, get on your hands and knees beside your mother.” He told them, taking a step back so they couldn’t get to their prize. Parvati and Padme nodded eagerly and took the same position that their mother was in, with Divia looking back at her Master getting ready to fuck Padme first.
          “Please, Master, be careful with them.” Divia told him, trying to catch her breath. “I know that they both want this now, but I must warn you that you cannot cum in them like you did with me, as they aren’t on the anti-pregnant potion yet. As you are not a lord and will be subject to penalties should you impregnate one or both of my daughters. As for me, Master, I’m sorry to tell you that it was a safe day.”
          Harry nodded understandingly as he penetrated Padme, the young girl screaming loudly as she felt her virginity taken. After a moment or two, Padme looked back at Harry and nodded, and Harry began thrusting his hips causing her to scream and moan each time. Harry groaned himself, trying to fight off the urge to orgasm as he was still sensitive from cumming inside Divia. Lily was masturbating again, this time sitting on a nearby chair with her legs spread widely for her son. Harry saw his mother and while in her ghost form she was clothed, he could almost swear that he could see Lily’s pussy. At that point, neither Padme nor Harry lasted long after as he pulled out and orgasmed all over Padme’s sprawled out body as she orgasmed as well.
          Parvati was next, and while Harry felt the same kind of sensation he felt with Padme, Parvati was more into it slightly. Parvati was thrusting his butt against Harry’s stomach with sheer lust in her eyes. Again, Harry only lasted a few minutes before Parvati came and he pulled out and orgasmed all over her. Harry at that point, slumped onto his knees gasping for breath, looking at the four witches in front of him, Lily included. All of them were looking longingly at him, with Divia getting her mouth on his dick and making sure he stayed hard. He smiled lustfully at all of them and said one last thing:
          “Best Christmas Ever!”

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