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Chapter 13 � Practice, Practice, Practice!

Neville Longbottom gazed with unrestrained
loathing at the photo of Bellatrix Lestrange sneering from the front page of
the Daily Prophet.� He looked around the great hall for Harry, with no
luck.� Spotting Hermione he asked, �Have you seen Harry?�

�He had to see Madame Pomfrey
about, y�know . . .� she touched her forehead.

�Oh, well, if you see him before
I do . . .�

�I�ll let him know you�re asking after
him.�

�Thanks.�

Ron Weasley mumbled something
through a mouthful of bacon and eggs.

�Swallow, Ronald, then speak.�
Hermione admonished.

Ron gulped and said, �I haven�t
seen Harry, outside of classes, in ages.� Where�s he gettin� off to?�

Hermione leaned forward
conspiratorially motioning for Neville to lean in as well, �Harry�s looking for
a place to train.� Umbridge was rubbish and I don�t think he trusts Professor
Snape to teach us properly.�

�So where�s he go every night?�
Ron whispered.

Hermione shrugged, �I can�t say,
really.�� Which was true, all the members of the coven had pledged to keep Helena�s living quarters to themselves.

)O(

Harry was, in fact, at that
moment nuzzling Minnie awake.

�How are you feeling?� he asked
when she finally opened her eyes.

Minerva reached down to grasp and
stroke Harry�s �morning wood�, saying, �I think I�m �feeling� rather well.�

He gulped as she squeezed him
just right, �Rather well, indeed!�

�Let�s find someplace warm and
welcoming for this shall we?� she teased as she squeezed.

�Can�t have him getting a chill.�
He agreed.

Minerva rolled onto her back,
dragging Harry on top of her.

�I�m too heavy, Luv.�

Minerva sighed, �No, milord,
you�re exactly right.�

A third hand guided his pulsing
cock into her eager wet sex.

�Hmmmmmm, thank you, Pansy.� She
said as Harry began a series of long, slow, sensual strokes.

�Save some for me, Harry?� Pansy asked,
shyly.

�Oh, aye!� he groaned.

Minerva luxuriated in the feel of
Harry�s rod as it slid all the way in to the root then pulled nearly completely
out, like long stokes of a train�s steam piston.� She urged him to go faster,
then faster and faster still.

After a short time the familiar
slap, slap, slapping roused the rest of the girls still in bed.

�Merlin, Mor - Gaaahhhna
and Maeve!� Minerva shrieked as she matched Harry�s strokes; pounding right
back at him as he pistoned in and out of her tight quim.

�Oh, aye!� she groaned as she
felt his warm cum splashing her receptive womb.

�Aye, indeed,� he agreed.

Minerva pushed her pelvis against
his, relishing the warmth, the wetness associated with their intimate joining.

Harry never really went soft,
just semi-so.

Pansy stroked his cheek and
whispered, �Milord?�

Minerva smiled up at him and
said, �Go on, a chuilein, our Pansy hasn�t had a turn yet.�

He reluctantly pulled out of his
head of house and began to repay Pansy for the patience and tenderness she�d
shown him the day before.

They kissed, tenderly.� Harry
trailed kisses from her ear to her jaw-line then down her long neck.� He
nuzzled the space between her pert breasts then kissed, licked and sucked each
nipple � Pansy delighted in the attention her lord paid her body - and
something about having him kiss and suck her sensitive nipples made her a
little crazy with desire.

�Now, Harry � I need you inside
me now, please!�

Harry rolled onto his back so
that his sex-slicked erection stood perpendicularly away from his body.

�You set the pace, Luv, gentle or
rough, slow or fast; it�s all up to you.�

Pansy scrambled to straddle
Harry�s midsection before she reached down to line up his turtle-head with her
very wet cunt-slit.� She slid the bulbous head of his delightfully curved gland
back and forth across her drenched nether-lips before carefully taking him
inside herself.

The �Ice-queen of Slytherin�
hissed as her hymen tore, but ignored her pain, determined to take all of him.�
She continued pressing until Harry could feel himself bumping against her
cervix.

�Easy, Pansy, easy, Luv.� It�s
not a contest; we have the rest of our lives to enjoy this.�

She gave him a look of triumph as
their pubic bones pressed against each other.

�I did it!� she enthused.

�That�s my Pansy!�

�Yours and no one else�s,
milord.�

�I�m just Harry.�

�That you are - and thank you, no
matter what ever else happens today, this has been my best day ever!�

�Do you know what, Miss Parkinson?�

�What, Mister Potter?�

�I love you, and I�m going to
love you forever.�

The dark haired Slytherin, the leader
of his Vipera lay against his chest, impaled by his unflagging cock and
let her tears fall.

�Hey, it�s okay, Pansy, don�t
cry.�

She slapped him lightly on the
arm and said, �Prat!� These are good tears.� Cause�, you know what?� I�m going
to love you forever and always.�

A chorus of �Awwwwwww�s� came
from all four corners of the bed.

Pansy buried her head in Harry�s
shoulder, which moved his member inside her in a way that delighted them both.�
Pansy began to slowly slide up and back, up and back, up and back, adding a
little wiggle on the back part and repeating, up, back, up, back, up, back, up-back-up-back-up-back
� wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.� After too short a time she felt that familiar warmth
and tingle radiating outward from her sex; rebounding through the rest of her
body.� Up, back, up, back, slap, slap, slap.� Harry had begun to pound into
Pansy from below and each time their pubes struck together she felt something
like an electric shock as her hypersensitive clit pressed against the base of
his thick cock.� He increased the tempo and the length of his strokes until Pansy
began to scream her release to the four corners of the castle.� The liquid
warmth she felt as Harry splashed her insides was absolutely delicious.

They cuddled for the next several
minutes while Minnie and the rest of the witches present skillfully cleaned the
lovers, their sheets, even their hair as they lay entwined.

Harry had to agree, it was going
to be a good day.

)O(

Draco Malfoy, meanwhile, was in
Hell.

He was naked, save for a few rags
that his father wouldn�t use to protect a house-elf�s modesty.� Barefoot, on
his knees he scrubbed the putrid vomit that the Dark Lord had spewed when he�d
fallen screaming in pain the night before.

Where had it all gone so wrong?

)O(

Two days earlier his godfather,
Snape, has assured him that he�d be welcomed back into his father�s house, they
had even joked about transferring to Durmstrang together with Crabbe and
Knott.� But when he and Nott and Goyle entered Malfoy Manor, the moment they
stepped into the living room from the great fireplace they had been felled by
multiple cruciatus curses.

His father, as well as Crabbe�s,
Goyle�s and Nott�s were torturing them.� Snape stood there stone-faced.

�Expelled?� And you have the
temerity to return to this house, you little bastard?��

Lucius, none too carefully, used
a cutting curse to remove Draco�s clothing and shoes, until the boy lay curled
on the floor in the fetal position, naked and bleeding.�

�Father, please!� I�m your son!�

�Bastard I called you and bastard
you are.� You are no son of mine!� If you wish to live you will quickly learn
your place in our society, Draco No-name.�

Whimpering, Draco looked up, past
his father�s loathing, searching for any hint of sympathy.� He saw his mother,
once so proud and beautiful, cowering in a far corner; she was beaten, her once
beautiful gown in tatters.� She looked frightened, disheveled, used and abused -
old.

Just when he thought it couldn�t
get any worse he heard a sibilant voice, praising his father.

�Well done, Lucius.� Well done
indeed.�

Draco�s eyes grew wide with
panic.

�Our world has become weak.� We
need to become the crucible from which the glorious new order will arise.� Who
here has the courage to do what must be done?�

Vincent Crabbe, senior, stepped
forward saying, �I do, milord!�� And, without a second thought, killed his son.

The green glow of the killing
curse faded and Theodore Nott, the first, felt all eyes on him.� He hesitated
for just a moment before saying, �I � I do, milord!� and leveled his wand at
his own son.

�Avada Kedavra!�

Theo Nott looked confused as his
father slumped bonelessly to the ground.

�Theodore Nott, the elder,
hesitated,� the dark lord explained, �see that you� and he pointed to the boy
cowering on the cold stone floor, �do not, Nott.�

Voldemort made a hissing noise
that could have been laughter at his own cleverness.

�Take up your father�s mantle, Theodore,
and join us.�

Theo scrambled to his feet,
practically wetting himself in relief and gratitude.

�What is your wish, Lucius?�
Shall we spare this disappointing, quivering, lump that was your son?�

Lucius didn�t hesitate; he
leveled his wand and began the killing curse.

�Avada . . .�

�No!�

All eyes snapped to Narcissa, who,
once again, stood tall and fierce.� Bruised and bloodied, her once fine robes
in tatters as every death-eater in the room, save her husband, had brutally raped
her - repeatedly.

�He is of pure blood, milord.� He
is clever.� It would be a terrible waste to kill him.� Set him to some task,
something worthy so that his father might claim him again.�

�Very well, Narcissa.� Draco
No-name, I give you this commission � kill Albus Dumbledore.�

Narcissa�s voice hitched, �How
will he do this, milord?�

�Not my concern.� Draco may live,
but only if Dumbledore dies within one year.� If the Hogwarts Headmaster still
breathes by the end of that time, well, there is no place on Earth you can hide
from me.� Just ask Karkaroff!�

There were some evil chuckles.

�Theodore Nott, are you prepared
to take my mark?�

Theo fell to his knees and
shouted, �Yes, milord!�

�You must first be blooded.��
Voldemort looked about the room and smiled, �Kill Draco�s mother, she�s become
tiresome of late.� Make it interesting � use your bare hands.�

Theo, big, strapping lad that he
was, dropped his wand on the marble tiles and advanced on Narcissa.� She refused
to cower; if she had to die it wouldn�t be trembling in the corner.� Nott leered,
Draco�s mum had long been a fantasy of his, and he was going to enjoy this.

Snape wondered how much more of
this he could be expected to endure.� He palmed his wand surreptitiously � if
nothing else he might save Narcissa from her torment by killing her swiftly.�
But he knew even that brutal mercy would come at a terrible price.� As Nott
advanced on the defiant witch Severus prepared the spell.� With a little luck
and a large distraction, it would look like a heart attack.

�No!� Draco screamed and
scrambled across the slick stone floor snatching the wand from where Nott had
dropped it moments before.� He rose to his knees, jabbed the wand into his
ex-mate�s abdomen while screaming �reducto!�

Theo shrieked as his intestines
liquefied.

Several wands sighted in on
Draco, who knew he was dead, but didn�t care � they would not touch his mother
while he lived.� Draco, still shaking from multiple cruciatus curses
stood between Narcissa and the rest of the room, shakily pointing Nott�s wand at
Voldemort.�

The tense standoff was broken by
the wheezing laugh.� Voldemort was clearly pleased.� He began to applaud.�
�Well done, well done indeed, Draco No-name!�

The dark lord stood and beckoned
Draco to draw near.� Draco didn�t really have a choice, he staggered forward.

�Extend your left arm, Draco.�

The boy extended his arm, wrist
up.

Voldemort looked over Draco�s
shoulder, �Is he dead yet?�

Theo Nott still writhed in agony
on the floor, bloody ichors of black bile, feces and urine oozing from his ruined
gut as he twisted about trying, in vain, to keep his insides from spilling
further.

�No matter,� Voldemort said with
a shrug, �he will be � soon.�

He turned his full attention to
Draco, standing naked and bloodied before him.

�Once chosen, chosen for life.�
You shall bear my mark and all will fear your coming � you will serve me, and
me alone, you will serve death to my enemies, for only in killing do we affirm
that we have the right to live.� Mosmorde!�

The dark mark burned into Draco�s
inner elbow and he fell, hissing in pain.

�When next you feel this, it will
mean that I am summoning you, now, make yourself useful - clean this place up.�

Draco rose, barely able to
speak.� He nodded and turned to obey when the crucio struck.

�Show due respect, Draco
No-name,� Lucius admonished, �Always address our lord properly and beg his
leave when he dismisses you!�

Draco refused to acknowledge
Lucius.� He turned to Voldemort and stuttered through the pain, �I humbly beg
your p-pardon, milord.� May I p-please go and do your b-bidding?�

The dark lord was impressed, �You
may, Draco No-name.�

�P-please, milord, as your servant
Malfoy has c-cast me from his house may I be c-called Draco Black, from my m-mother�s
house?�

�Very well.� Voldemort turned an
amused eye to Malfoy, �Perhaps you were too quick to disown Draco, Lucius, I
see fire in him.� I would not turn my back on your wife�s bastard son if
I were you.�

The man paled and bowed deeply,
�as you say, milord.�

)O(

Myrtle Malone was frightened.�
What would her lord think; would he be furious with her?� Would he send her
away?� It would almost be better to return to her unfeeling, ghostly state �
but of course that was not possible now . . . unless.� No.�

�Tell him.�

Myrtle spun to see Astarte, cross
legged in a wall sconce.

�I�ll bet you anything you like
he�ll be thrilled.�

�Oh, Goddess.� That is too much
to hope for.�

The diminutive deity smirked,
�I�ve got a quarter stone weight of true silver that says he�s over the moon about
it.� In the unlikely event I�m wrong and he�s not you will have a fortune.� What
have you got?�

Myrtle rubbed the tears out of
her eyes with the back of her hand, �Um, I have a half-pound of Honeyduke�s
Finest Dark chocolate. . .�

�Done!�

Astarte fluttered to Myrtle�s
shoulder, �Let�s tell him now!�

�You just want my chocolate.�

The tiny goddess shrugged,
�Maybe.�

)O(

It was the end of a very long day
and Harry reclined on the couch while Hermione leaned against him.� His arms
around her holding a book they were both reading � �Majiks Moste Darke!�

Hermione shook her head,
disbelieving.

�As much as I love books, this is
one that should never have seen the light of day.�

Harry nodded, �The Issue of
Mine Enemy is beyond evil, I mean, using the skin of a firstborn child for
a quick makeover?�

He blanched � �Minnie?�

Hermione practically shouted,
�No!�� Then lowered her voice, �No �the Rejuvenation Ritual derives its power
from the magical core of the witch or wizard who endures it, which is why so
many of them become squibs.

�This spell,� she said, pointing
at the open book, �gets its power from the death of a child and the grief of
the child�s parents � its completely evil.�

Harry hung his head in shame, �I
owe Minnie an apology, a big one.�

�You never accused her, Harry.�

�Yes, but I questioned her
methods even if it was just in my mind.�

�Yes, but as soon as I explained
it?�

He nodded, �I see your point.�
Still, maybe a good spanking is in order. . .�

�If I know Minerva she�ll be
volunteering to be over your knee, milord!�

They were laughing over this as
Myrtle, looking very determined, walked into the living area with the goddess
on her shoulder.

�Hello, Luv.� Hello, my goddess
and ancestress.�

Astarte rolled her eyes, �Don�t you
start that, it�s hard enough to get Flopsie to call me by my name.�

Harry looked up, �Flopsie?�

�The sorting hat.�

Harry smirked, �Oh I�ll remember
that the next time I�m in the Headmaster�s office.�� He chuckled, �Flopsie!�

Myrtle knelt before Harry and
Hermione on the loveseat, her hands clasped before her, head bowed.

�My Lord Harry, I have something
that I must tell you.�

�Why so formal, Myrtle?�

Hermione gently elbowed him in
the ribs and looked at Myrtle, then back to Harry, eyebrows raised.

�Oh, right.� He said sitting up
straight and saying, �My Lady Myrtle, you are of the inner circle, you need
never fear to tell me what is on your heart and mind.� Nothing you can say will
ever diminish our bond of love and fealty.�� Not for the first time, Harry
wondered where he was getting all this formal speech.

Myrtle lifted her head and, as
tears streamed down both cheeks, slowly lifted the locket from her neck.

She placed it on the floor at
Harry�s feet.

And did not fade.

She remained solid, warm, flesh
and blood.

Harry began to smile, �This is
wonderful . . . why are you crying?�

�Because, milord, the only way I
can have substance is if I�m not alone in this body.�

�But how can you be. . .�

Harry connected the dots.

�Myrtle, are we pregnant?�

Myrtle gave a little half smile
and nodded.

Harry fell to his knees and
gathered Myrtle into a fierce Hermionesque hug.

�I�m going to be a father!�

He shouted.

He laughed.

He cried for joy.

He beamed.

No, really, light poured off him
in waves of gold and green and violet.

Then stopped.

�Myrtle, oh my Gawdess, I never
thought to ask, is this, um, okay with you?� I mean. . .�

Myrtle who had laughed and cried
along with Harry beamed right back at him.

�If it brings you joy, my lord, I
will give you a child every year for a hundred years!�

�But Myrtle, what about you?�
Don�t you have any say in this?�

�Oh, Harry, with all the
�practicing� that goes on around here it�s a wonder we�re not all in the
pudding club!�

�Practicing?� Harry asked, his smile
returning.

�Well,� Hermione explained, �some
of us aren�t ready to have your babies yet, yet mind you, but that
doesn�t stop us from practicing as much as we can, as often as we can . . .
making them!�

�Oh, aye!� Minerva said, beaming
as well.

Hearing Minnie�s voice Harry
turned and asked, �When did you come in?�

Minerva McGonagall stepped fully
into the room, followed by the rest of the coven, �There was such happiness and
contentment radiating from this room that I thought we could all use a bit of
good news.� Is it as we suspected, Myrtle?�

Myrtle smiled and nodded, beyond
speech.

All the girls in the coven screeched
and squeed.

�Hey, I had my part in this too,
y�know!� Harry complained.

The girls lined up to give Harry
his congratulatory kisses.

�Thank you, thank you, no;
really, it was my pleasure. . .�

That statement earned him several
groans and not a few pillows flung his way.

Minerva kissed Harry, �So now the
locket can be used by another, wouldn�t you say, milord?�� She gestured to the necklace.

Myrtle smiled even more broadly,
�Of course - Lady Helena!�

As if on cue the Ravenclaw ghost
floated into the living room.

�My Lord, if you would do the
honors, please?� Minerva gestured to the apparition that was the Lady Helena.

Harry picked up the necklace then
looked to Myrtle.� �With my Lady�s permission.�

Myrtle nodded.

As Harry was about to place the
necklace over Helena�s head, Myrtle said, �Harry, wait!�

He froze.

�We need to do this in the
infirmary.�

Harry was confused, not for the
first time that night.

Hermione caught on first, �Lady
Helena was stabbed to death.��

�But, Hermione, Helena has worn
the necklace before.�

�Only for a very short time, Harry.�
If she wears it for too long she�ll bleed to death and this time she might not
return as a ghost.

�Let�s continue this conversation
in the hospital wing, shall we?�

Minerva led the way, followed by
Harry and Myrtle and Hermione and the Lady Helena.

Poppy had just put the last
potion away for the evening, or so she thought, as members of the coven arrived
in the hospital.

�Poppy, we need to prepare for a
stabbing victim, multiple knife wounds to the chest and abdomen and severe loss
of blood.�

�Sweet Brigid!� When did
this happen?�

�About nine-hundred and eighty
years ago.�

The matron was gob-smacked for
all of two seconds before she snapped out of it and set a table with the
potions and crystals she�d need along with the caduceus wand, a white wand
entwined by two snakes.

�Ready when you are, Minerva.�

�Milord Harry, if you will do the
honors?�

Harry placed the necklace on Helena�s shoulders.� She became corporeal and sighed as the deep wounds reminded her of the
last time she�d seen the bloody baron alive.

�I�m so sorry, Lady Helena, I had
no idea the pain this would cause you.�

�It�s all right, Lord Harry,
because, as a ghost, I feel nothing.� Any feeling, even pain, is preferable to
that.�

She winced as Poppy applied her
healing skills to her ruined torso.� �Lady Ravenclaw,� she said, �I�ll need to
put you in stasis while the healing magics do their work.�

�Of course, Madam Pomfrey.�� Helena turned to Harry. �Milord, a favor?�

�Anything, Helena.�

�If this does not go well, if I
should pass on, please promise me you will not grieve � I have been allowed to
breathe again after nearly ten centuries and I welcome that and all that it
entails.� I don�t even begrudge the pain.� Pain is good; it reminds us that we
are alive.�

�Lady Helena, if you start to
slip away, you can remove the necklace.�

�That will be difficult, as my
body will be in stasis.� Isn�t that right, madam healer?�

Poppy nodded, �Yes, Lady Helena.�

�Harry?�

�Yes, Helena?�

�One more favor?�

�Name it!�

�A kiss before I sleep?�

He leaned down and placed his
lips ever so gently against hers.

�That was nice, milord.� She
said, and winced, �But next time I expect to learn firsthand what the French
taught you about kissing.�

�That�s a promise, my lady.�
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