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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry had slipped back into the Burrow and been shocked to see Remus sitting at the dinner table. Harry walked and hugged the man without any preamble. He slightly rubbed his cheek on the man’s beard and inhaled his scent. It grounded Harry from a very stressful meeting.

            “It is good to see you too, Cub.” The man squeezed and let go of Harry reluctantly. Remus was a little amused when Ron came and sat on the floor by Harry’s feet and looked up at his Godson adoringly and waited to be acknowledged. Harry took pity on the boy and patted his head and made eye contact briefly. “I see you have been busy.”

            Harry looked poignantly at the man putting the real meaning into his words, “Very.” Harry did not mistake the apprehension he glimpsed in the werewolf’s eyes about his upcoming mission. He was wary himself about what would happen on the morrow. They were seventh year students, granted they were students during a time of war, but still the school had tried for years to shelter its charges, but they each had the conviction of survival and saving the only world they knew.

            “If it’s too much you don’t need to take this on?” Remus’ cryptic statement made Molly look a bit harder at the man.

            “Nonsense, Remus, they are only planning new products for a joke shop. It is no more stressful than choosing what candy you want from a trolley.” She bustled about sending plates to the table and everyone dug in. Molly stared at Remus suspiciously, she had raised seven mischievous children and Remus was showing signs of deception.

            “You’re right Molly. I’m just over worried and stressed with the full moon days away.” Remus turned to Harry with a shy smile on his face, “I’m sorry cub; do you want to take a walk before it gets too dark?”

            “Sure, Remy.” They got up from the table and went to exit. Ron got up to follow, but a look from Harry had him scuttling upstairs to await his return. Molly nodded to Ginny and the girl nodded knowing she was to follow.

            Harry knew when the female red head left the house in pursuit of them. He was ever watchful now of the people he had trusted for so long. He and Remus walked slowly, ambling through the trees surrounding the Burrow. It was pleasant at right after dusk where full night hadn’t set in yet and shadows were abundant. The moon light not quite high enough to streak through but just lighten the sky.

            Harry and Remus stopped by a shadowed tree and Harry looked over his shoulder to see their tag along. Harry removed his wand and casted a silent spell towards Ginny and the girl was stuck to her hiding spot unable to observe any more of their progress.

            Remus leaned on a tree and tried to see the rising moon, but was blocked by foliage. He looked at Harry and admired the man that he had become and how much of James and Lily he possessed and his own developed personality.

            “Cub, I don’t want you to take any unnecessary chances tomorrow. Dumbledore ordered an Order meeting tomorrow after the welcome feast. I want to go with you, but I fear the old man might see through my absence after you mission.” Remus lowered his head in his frustration. He felt so impotent sometimes with his lack of options. He couldn’t protect Harry as a child, because of his affliction and he couldn’t hold any important positions to fight this war.

            Remus let his thoughts run away and didn’t sense the young man that moved closer to him. “Remy, you’re so important to me. You’re like a sexy uncle.” Remus laughed at harry’s comment, but sobered quickly.

            “Harry I want to help protect you so much, but…”

            “Shhh, Remy, you have helped me when I was at some of my lowest points, just by putting up with Dumbles and his manipulation. I have had so much to deal with since I found out about magic and my parents, but I cannot regret what my life was like. It made me stronger to do my task.”

            “But—”

            “But nothing, Remy, I can’t do this by myself and people like you and the others, will help me get my life back. You have protected me. What would I have done if no one was on my side and I was completely alone?” Harry moved towards the Werewolf and embraced him. There height the same, Harry nuzzled his neck and inhaled the musk of the wolf beneath Remus’ skin. “Remy, can I?”

            “Harry, you don’t have to ask. I am here for you.”

            “The last of the heroic Marauder’s,” Harry chuckled into Remus’ throat. He kissed the pulse point and let his sexual energy go from his core. Instantly, Remus and Harry were panting against the tree. The pent up stress from the last minute planning and restraint from no sexual contact for the last few days hit Harry hard. Harry had read about his heat and could control the dormant hunger, but it had a price. It would be stronger when released.

            “Harry, why is it so much stronger than before?” Remus rutted against Harry breathing heavily.

            “I haven’t…” Harry couldn’t continue as he dropped to his knees and vanished the pants and underwear Remus wore. He covered the man’s erection with hot, moist kisses that has Remus arching away from the support of the tree. Remus dug his hand into Harry’s long hair and guided him to the head of his engorged shaft. But Harry wasn’t thinking of the delicious cock he was thinking of the heat behind it. Harry waved a hand and suspended Remus in the air so he could lift the man’s legs. Harry moved his kisses passed Remus’ balls, licking the sacks and reveling in the moans, to the mucky, warm entrance that drew his tongue with the remembered taste of passion. Running his tongue around the puckered hole he breached the tight ring and tasted the longing of the wolf.

            Remus keened deep in his throat. His wolf was close to the surface and hungry for the pleasure being offered. His eyes glowed in the rising moon light as an eerie amber gold. He felt his change start and panicked trying to get away from Harry.

            “Relax, Remy, you won’t change completely.”

            “But I haven’t had the wolfsbane. You’re not safe.”

            “Trust me, relax.” Harry continued his ministrations fucking Remus’ hole with his wet hot tongue, tasting the unique flavor of the wolfman.

            Remus felt his bones begin to elongate and his hands start to claw, but the pain that he always dreaded was not present. He pushed the pleasure he felt from Harry’s mouth. He lifted his clawed hands to see that they were half changed. They looked human, but had long nails and the sinewy flesh was animal like. His chest had broadened and was lightly furred and more muscular. He was in awe until Harry’s tongue left him and he was impaled on the hard, thick cock of Harry Potter. The howl that ripped through his vocal chords was long and joyous. The wolf and man were satisfied at the same time as the moon rose above the trees.

Harry pumped everything he had into the half man, wolf between him and this very convenient tree. He moved swiftly, hitting against the bundle of nerves that kept the werewolf panting and growling its pleasure. The speed was more than what was humanly possible and harry was lost in the pleasure to worry about this ability. All that mattered was the hunger that would be fed with this coupling under the moon.

It felt so wonderful and wild to them both that the howling of a wolf, in the Burrow, did not register in their heads as an alarm to the inhabitants. However, as they reached their peak of pleasure voices were heard and a stunning spell barely missed the two lovers. Harry quickly wrapped them in the shadow of the tree and moved them closer to the Weasley homestead. As they came down from their high, Remus looked at Harry as if he had two heads.

“How the hell did you do that? And, where are my pants?”

“Moving us or the sex?” Harry looked around trying to sense the direction of the “calvary”.

“Both.” Remus answered and took the pants Harry quickly conjured for him. He looked at his normal hands and body not realizing that he had transformed back.

“I can shadow walk now, but the sex is your best guess. I wish I could trust Hermione, she would get to the bottom of that faster than I could.” Harry grabbed Remus’ arm and started running towards the group of red heads coming back towards the house. “What happened we heard howls and tried to make it back without getting ripped apart?” Harry put an appropriate amount of fear in his voice.

“We saw two of them in the dark, but they just disappeared like they were illusions. We are so glad you’re safe.” Arthur Weasley hugged Harry quickly and through an arm around Remus. “Did you smell anything?”

“No, we just ran. I am stronger than a human, but not a transformed werewolf. We hadn’t even known we were outside of the wards. We were talking so intently.”

The group returned to the house and bedded down for the night. Remus talked with Molly and Arthur before he left. He returned to the Manor and its library.

Things were not as bad as harry thought they would be on the Hogwart’s Express. He smiled as Draco entered his compartment, leaving his goons to guard the door.

“What did you tell them about this visit?” Draco smiled his patented Malfoy smile and sat next to Harry. He ignored the glare from Ron.

“Nothing. If they were there to think, they would be useless.” Draco casually placed a hand on Harry’s thigh. “How was your summer?”

“Harry, what’s going on?” Hermione asked while looking suspiciously at the pair across from her. Harry had allowed Ron to sit on the bench next to Hermione. He had no intention of keeping him, but he was sympathetic to his feelings for Hermione, despite his willingness to serve.

“You know what happened last year and the failed mission.” Harry looked out towards the corridor of the train; he would not elaborate in detail for what ears may hear. He watched as Hermione and Ron nodded at his vague statement. “Draco and I have—”

“Draco!” Ron exclaimed at the use of the blond’s first name.

“Draco and I have decided in the spirit of the war effort we should bury the hatchet. The pranks and snide remarks are getting a bit tiresome.” He placed his hand over the casual one on his thigh, “besides there are much more pleasant things to occupy one’s time.” He made sure to smile seductively at Draco, watching as Ron’s face reddened and Hermione pinked a little and an image flashed through her mind. Harry caught it and was a bit shocked at the girl’s arousal from the thought of Draco and him together.

“What about me?” Ron asked sneering at Draco.

“What about you Weasel?” Draco sneered back at the red faced teen.

“I’m Harry’s, that’s what. Now get your hands off.” Ron stood up and went to lunge at Draco, but a hand caught him on the arm. Immediately Ron felt like all strength left his body and he looked at the hand wrapped around his arm. “What?”

“You will not act like this again. You will not speak again without permission. You will sit like you have an ounce of control and do just that for the rest of the school year.” Harry let go of Ron’s arm and the teen sat back down then tried to say something, but something was definitely wrong. His mouth opened and closed with the intent to form words, but he repeatedly failed to utter a sound.

“Nice, Potter, I am tempted to let you be my master.” Draco licked his lips at the dark haired teen.

“No, you I like with the freedom to say no. It’s a challenge.” Harry leaned in and kissed Draco. The kiss elicited a gasp from Hermione and soft whimper from Ron. Draco pulled away from Harry and smiled like a sated kitten.

“Can we have a little privacy?”

Harry looked over to the other inhabitants of the compartment and smiled as Ron stood from his seat and went to stand outside and Hermione made an excuse about prefect duties. The door closed and a silencing charm was casted.

“I want in tonight.”

“Are you sure?” Harry knew Draco would probably ask to join in the mission, but had expected the blond to wait until a few successes were up under Harry’s belt.

“He fucking tried to freeze my Black vault, from my mum. I want to hurt some deatheater.”

“You can do a disillusionment charm, right?”

“What do you think?”

“Meet me after the feast. Now come here.” Draco slid into a straddle on Harry’s lap, pasting himself against Harry from lips to groin. Harry tongue fucked the blond grinding up into Draco. Their frotting was heated as they rode each other into orgasm. Draco dislodged his mouth as he opened his mouth in a silent scream and Harry bit into his neck bringing a red mark to the surface of the pale blond’s skin.

“But you do look good with my mark.” Harry kissed Draco heatedly again and turned at the knocking on the compartment door. Ron looked through the glass with tears in his eyes as he stared at the scene his master made with Malfoy. Malfoy looked too, smirking at the weeping red head.

“Your pet is begging at the door.” Malfoy removed himself from Harry’s lap, pulling his wand to cast a cleaning spell on them both. “I’ll see you later.” With those words Draco exited the compartment and Ron scrambled in and knelt at Harry’s feet. He looked up in a silent plea for permission to speak.

“Say what you need to say.”

“Why?”

“Because I know where his loyalties lie.” Harry sounded uninterested in his answer and Ron’s tears increased.

“But I am loyal. I always have been. Why don’t you trust me anymore?”

“Because I have been paying for your clothes, food, shelter and school fees for the last six years.” Harry looked heatedly at Ron as the boy paled farther than Harry knew a person could. He started opening and closing his mouth once again and Harry looked annoyed, “What could you possibly have to say?”

“I’m sorry. Mum told me I had to and she wanted a famous son. I wanted to be known as more than a poor red headed Weasley. I wanted to be what she wanted me to be.”

“What about Hermione and this,” Harry indicated himself and Ron and their special relationship.

“I’ve always loved you Harry, but I liked Hermione, because she was smarter and would help me. You have to believe me.”

“I can hear what’s in your head, Ron, you’re scrambling for justifications, but you’re wrong on all accounts.”

“Please, Harry, I’ll do anything; I am doing it now. Please don’t leave me?”

Harry looked dispassionately at a crying, pleading Ron his heart had harden from the family’s actions, but he also listened to Ron’s thoughts. Ron was telling the truth partially, but how could he trust someone so easily swayed from right? Harry thought about what he should do about Ron?

“How does Hermione play into this?”

Ron looked taken aback by the question and hesitant but answered. “She wants to be accepted. She knows muggleborns will never have equality whether Voldemort is defeated or not. She wants the money to buy her way into Wizarding society.”

“And you love her?”

“Not like I love you, but she would have helped Mum get us back our status as real purebloods and used the marriage properly.”

“I’m going to bankrupt your Mum and Dad. I am going to punish Hermione. And Dumbledore will be lucky if he lives through this war.”

Ron looked hopefully up at Harry, nodding his head in agreement, not arguing at all at Harry’s expected actions. “I’ll help.” He placed his hands on Harry’s knees and looked teary eyed into Harry’s hard eyes, but his face fell as he only saw hardened determination and a desire for swift vengeance.

“Yes you will.” Harry looked away out the window and Ron went to move, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He settled down where he knelt at Harry’s feet. Harry brought a hand up to his shoulder length Red hair and began to stroke it like a pet. Ron smiled in contentment, but still worried about what was to come.

Harry brooded as he rode the carriage up to the castle. He exited and looked up at the castle passed the gates and felt like he was coming home. He cracked a genuine smile for the school he loved so much. Harry’s eyes widened a little as he stared at something he had never seen before as part of the castle, a new tower.

“Ron, what’s the new tower for?”

“What tower?”

Harry didn’t know what it meant, but he saw the strong spells surrounding the new construction that looked not so new, but unseen from eyes for a long time. Harry smiled knowing that there were going to be some real surprises this year, especially if he was going to take over ownership of Hogwarts.

Harry entered the entrance hall and was almost blinded by all the magic he saw swirling around the inside of the castle. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply calming the surge of magic through and around him. He reopened his slightly glowing green eyes and felt less overwhelmed as the visible magic dulled. Harry noticed small things that he never saw before doors, windows, and spelled objects. He smiled as he realized he was seeing the castle in all its glory and only he was privy to this view and knowledge.

Harry walked to Gryffindor tower and smiled at the familiarity of the fat lady. He didn’t know the password yet, but he did not need it.

“Hello Owner Potter, it is nice to see you this year.” The Fat Lady greeted and opened her door at Harry’s nod. Harry entered the common room and saw a sparkling door and knew almost instantly where it led. He walked over to the mysterious door and it opened with a thought. As he walked into a large room, much more lavish than the student common room, Harry knew this was the real Gryffindor Tower.

“Welcome young Owner, I see you are a Gryffindor, I am quite proud.”

Harry looked up to see a massive portrait of Godric Gryffindor smiling at him. His awe made him speechless. He fell unto a gold and red chaise and stared.

“Ah, a Poetter as well. We are lucky indeed. We can finally get this place straightened out.”

“Straightened out?” Harry asked looking at the founder of his house.

“The education here is sorely lacking. I wouldn’t have house elves educated like they educate the young now. That Dumbledore will definitely have to go, hasn’t listened to a suggestion for years from us founders.”

“Don’t worry he won’t be alive much longer.” The portrait looked at Harry after the bitter way he spat out the statement.

“Well, I guess you are up for the changes we want back in our school.”

“I’ve got a war to win first. I got a few people that need to die for the wizarding world to be great again.”

“What don’t we know about going on outside this school? We’re limited in what we can interact with outside the school itself.”

“We’re fighting a dark Lord and a manipulative Headmaster.”

“Well, I can help with battle strategy and magical training.” The Portrait stood from the painted chair in the frame and Godric Gryffindor strolled out of the painting and floated to the ground to approach Harry. “There’s more magic and knowledge here than you can conceive of young Owner.” The founder reached out and touched Harry’s temple and a flood of knowledge over whelmed him.

Harry felt like his head was mush and oozing out his ears, but he felt the new knowledge wrap around his brain like a warm blanket. Harry was brought out of his stupor by an alarm. Harry had lost track of the time. He quickly transported himself to the entrance hall and strolled into the feast fashionably late.

All eyes turned on Harry Potter as he walked calmly down the aisle to sit between Neville and Ron. The silence was deafening for a moment as all eyes took him in. No one in the hall could pin point the source of what was different about this well publicized and talked about young wizard. Only one Wizard knew what was different about the raven haired Gryffindor, Severus Snape saw the new confidence, power, and knowledge that surrounded Harry. Severus smiled to himself and adjusted the erection growing between his legs.

Severus pasted a scowl to his face and stood, knowing his billowy robes would hide his arousal. He walked around the head table and straight at Harry. He leaned down and whispered in the savior’s ear.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Potter. That will be detention for a week.” Snape stood back up and smirked at the frown on Harry’s face and turned and strode out of the great hall with his robes snapping behind him. No one made an exit like Snape did, Harry wanted to follow and ravish the ex-deatheater, but knew he had a mission in less than three hours to accomplish.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment and made the mental connections he needed for the night. Everyone to go on the mission that night stiffened at the unexpected intrusion in their mind.

‘When you go to your dorms you will find your portkeys under your pillows. Go to bed immediately and be ready to be transported to the rendezvous. There will be no warning. Wands ready. We fight for our lives tonight.’

Many people answered in their minds with rousing emotions of anticipation and others apprehensions dulled the temporary communal mind.

‘We know what our plan is.’ Harry sent them a few spells that none would have ever heard of courtesy of Godric Gryffindor himself. The surprise and renewed confidence from the other minds Harry tied together made him more hopeful of their inexperience winning the day.

“Mr. Potter, please see me in my office after the meal.” Dumbledore broke Harry from his communication.

Harry looked up at the Headmaster, “Yes, Professor.” With his acquiesce Dumbledore left the hall and some students got up to leave as well while other stayed to catch up for a bit longer before heading to bed.

Harry saw Draco approaching the doors of the Great Hall and got up to leave as well. He turned back to address Ron. “Ron, you are to go straight to the dorm. Lay out my pajamas and toiletries. You will shower and go straight to bed. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Harry.” Everyone at the table except Hermione looked at the red head, as it was the first words to come out his mouth the whole evening. Harry turned again walking away to find Draco.

He didn’t have to look far as he spotted the blond flanked by Crabbe and Goyle standing near a courtyard. He approached the three and nodded to Draco.

“Go back to the dorm, I'll be there soon.” Draco waved his hand in dismissal of his body guards.

“Why are they still guarding you, when your loyalties have shifted?”

“Because they aren’t smart enough to know what to do different. Now where are we going tonight?”

Harry brought Draco into the communal mind and watched the blond gasp at the experience. He sent him and the others the images of the area they would be in. Luna’s team would be transported near a small lake outside the muggle town. Neville’s team would be transport near the bordering forest, and finally Dean’s team would be transported inside of the town into alleys and shadows to hide.

Harry sent Draco down to the dungeons to get ready and headed to the Headmaster’s office. When he got there he didn’t bother with guessing which fucking sweet treat was the password and just waved the gargoyle aside and ascended the revolving stairs. Harry walked to the office door and entered without invitation. Dumbledore looked up in surprise at Harry entering.

“It is quite rude not to knock when entering someone’s office Harry.”

“You were expecting me, Sir.” Harry responded.

“Yes, but I still prefer a knock.” The older wizard chuckled with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yes, sir. What did you need to see me about?”

“I want you to start your lessons with Professor Snape again. We are going to be providing you with some very important information this year and we do not want Voldemort to know it. I do not feel it wise to bring you into Order business without you having sufficient shield to combat Tom.” Harry wanted to sneer at the bullshit spewing out of Dumbledore’s mouth. He had no intention of giving Harry any effective information. He expected Harry to fail miserably at occlumency and had Snape teach him so he would completely fail again.

“I will try my hardest, but can’t you teach me?”

“No, my boy, I have far too much to handle as it is, until you are skilled enough to help.”

The guilt trip was subtle, but Harry knew it was false. He was supposed to stay clueless so that Dumbledore would be the only one in the know and in control of how events play out.

“Okay, may I go?”

“Yes, enjoy your first night back.” Harry left with barely controlled fury at the son of a bitch. Harry headed to the dungeons.

Harry waved his way into the private chambers of Professor Severus Snape and ignored the indignant noise of the man as Harry entered uninvited.

“How the hell? Who do you think you are?” Snape stood from his chair near the fire and threw the book he was reading to the chair seat.

“Shut up and come wish me luck.” Harry stood and waited for Snape to make a decision.

“Very well, but I do require some common courtesy despite the familiarity of our relationship.” Severus actually pouted at Harry and he could not help but laugh at the uncharacteristic display.

“Severus, where have you been all my life?”

“Right here you stupid child.”

Harry closed the distance between them and kissed the Potions Master.

“Would you like to monitor our progress tonight?”

“How exactly would I do that?” Harry looked into the man’s eyes and created the needed connection and showed Severus the town and the first wave of students being transported to the positions.

“I will hear any suggestion you might have. You will be able to see what I can, I gotta go.” With a parting kiss Harry disappeared to the rendezvous with the others.
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