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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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The castle was abuzz with the castle quake of unknown origins, but all students were supposed to stay in their dorms and all prefects were to make sure of that. When Severus entered the great hall, all eyes of the staff turned to him. Severus placed a bored sneer on his face, apparently Dumbledore had told him of his reaction to the recent developments.

“Finally, Severus, you do like to make an entrance.” Dumbledore motioned for everyone to take a seat. “There has been a very disturbing development with the wards of the castle. I am no longer sure that we are all safe within these walls. I am no longer in control of the wards.”

Several teachers gasped but Severus stayed calm. “Headmaster, can you tell what has changed about the wards?”

“Yes, it seems that Hogwarts itself has erected protective wards.”

“Then, I daresay, that we are safe and you just have a little less control of who comes and goes in the castle. Hogwarts is loyal to its students and teachers.”

“Severus, is there something you are privy to that we are not,” McGonagall asked her colleague.

“It would seem I am, if I remember, from that boring tome we make our students read of Hogwarts history, correctly Hogwarts has the ability to set her own wards in times of need.” Severus looked bored at the conversation.

“I don’t think that it is wise for this to happen, even I cannot break through these wards in an emergency.” Dumbledore said to no one in particular.

“Headmaster, if it is the castle herself keeping us safe, would it not let us escape if need be?” Professor Sprout piped into the conversation.

“I do not like being trapped like a rat.”

“Albus, I think you are over reacting a bit. I know that being Headmaster allowed for some particular freedoms, but if we are safe, then we should not worry until a more significant development arises about safety or security.” McGonagall said to Dumbledore’s anxiety.

“Headmaster, we are safe. In fact the long awaited owner has come.” Professor Binns ghostly visage commented.

Dumbledore whirled around to the ghost, “Who is this owner, I demand to know now?”

“The ghost are not aware exactly who the owner is, but the castle has made us aware.” The ghost was nonchalant about the development, but all the living beings in the great hall were acutely aware of the Headmaster’s agitation and beads of sweat forming on his brow. This made all except Severus Snape nervous, because this was Albus Dumbledore, he could not possibly be scared. He had faced Voldemort himself before without so much anxiety.

“Every head of House will observe their students the first years and the seventh years for any change in behavior or odd occurrences surrounding them. We should be able to pinpoint who this owner is and subdue any ill effects it may have on our safety.”

“Subdue?” McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, subdue, Minerva, we cannot risk our safety for some brat that lucked up on the magical lottery that is part of our world.”

“Albus!”

“I think Headmaster we should return to our beds while you compose yourself and think about your predicament?”

Dumbledore looked at the shocked faces of the staff and nodded his agreement with Severus. If anyone understood his slip it was Severus. The snake had been double dealing for most of his life. He could probably get a few tips from the man.

Albus dismissed the staff with approved announcements for the students and went to his office to think and scheme. He walked to his office and looked confused as the gargoyle did not jump aside to let him onto the stair case. He uttered his password “strawberry tart” and nothing happened. He repeated the word several more times before swearing and turning down the hall. Regardless of the wards resetting, he should have been able to get into his own rooms. This created a dilemma. A temporary idea occurred to him as he headed in the direction of the room of requirement.

In the dungeons of Hogwarts Harry Potter turned over and snuggled into the back of his potions professor with a wide smile on his sleeping face.

The first day of classes was a tense affair for several Gryffindors and one Slytherin. Harry stretched as he awoke and realized he was in bed alone. He opened his eyes and looked around the room for any sign of the man he had shared the bed with last night. The room was immaculate and everything was in its place. Harry rose and padded over to the door to look out into the sitting room, but there was no sign of the Severus. He cast a tempus spell to see the time and bugged out when he realized that he only had thirty minutes until breakfast was over.

Harry hurriedly spelled himself clean and dressed for classes. He would summon his bag and books to him from the great hall after breakfast. He quickly transported himself to a corridor near the Great Hall and walked calmly through the doors. His eyes alit on the main object of his affections, Severus. He was conversing with McGonagall while taking bites of food.

‘You could have woken me?’

Severus looked up at Harry and smirked, ‘I tried, but you were comatose.’ He continued his conversation with his colleague while Harry headed to the Gryffindor table. He spotted Ron sitting with his hands folded in his lap, waiting. Then, it dawned on Harry that if he were late then Ron would not be able to eat. The boy’s appetite was legendary. Harry felt bad for over sleeping.

He leaned in over the red head with his head bowed, “You may eat now.” He whispered and Ron jumped at the sudden words.

“There’s hardly anything left.” He looked at Harry with the most pitiful face imaginable, like he had been denied his heart’s desire.

“Don’t worry, see…” Harry gestured at the table, “there’s some more for both of us.” Everyone sitting near gasped at the appearance of more food for Harry and Ron. “Now eat up.”

Harry noticed Dumbledore see the appearance of more food. The man growled as he stood suddenly and called out “Harry Potter, you will meet me in my office immediately.”

Harry thought about the fact he couldn’t get into his office before he replied. “I’m sorry Headmaster, but I woke rather late and would like to have breakfast first. It is that time, after all.”

Dumbledore looked frustrated as he nodded his approval of delaying their meeting. The old man sat back down and seethed. He knew who the new owner was and at least he had some control over him, but why didn’t the boy tell him?

Harry met Dumbledore outside the doors and proceeded to walk towards the Headmaster’s office. As they approached the gargoyle Dumbledore again said the password only to be met by no movement from the guard to his office and rooms. Harry simply stepped towards the gargoyle, “open”.

The statue leapt aside to allow access to the tower. Dumbledore’s face was pinched as they made it up to his office. Harry stood pleasantly while Dumbledore took a seat behind his desk. Harry tried his best not to laugh at the lack of twinkle and pinched frown. This was not the calm and cool leader of the light that sat before Harry. This was the conniving back stabbing bastard that had made Harry’s life a living hell. He looked disturbed and Harry liked that.

“I could say that I am surprised you are the new owner, but I am not.”

Harry leaned over the desk to look right into Dumbledore’s eyes, “Is that right?”

“Yes, you come from a very powerful wizarding family and that muggle born mother of yours was-,” Dumbledore’s words were cut off as Harry’s anger and magic peaked at the old man’s words. Dumbledore struggled to speak again but he could not open his mouth. He lifted his hand to feel for his mouth, but met nothing. He shook his head in anger and shock at the absence of his mouth and his inability to undo the curse.

“Don’t you ever say a word about my mother. You thought I wouldn’t find out about your little payment to Tom Riddle out of my accounts. I should string you up for what you did, you son of a snake.” Harry pasted a smug smile on his face as he sneered at Dumbledore. “Oh, yes, the castle has given me quite a bit of information, my Slytherin Headmaster.”

Dumbledore’s eyes bulge, never in his years of covering up his misdeeds did he expect to ever be outed as the Slytherin he was.

“How many years have you been covering your true nature, Albus?”

Like I would tell you, you overrated brat, Albus glared at the boy wishing he could counter the spell.

“I’m overrated, am I?” Dumbledore looked confused for a moment from the appropriate answer from Harry. “Oh, those pathetic shields could never work against a true telepath, like me.” Harry smiled evilly. “But I think a punishment is in order, don’t you?”

Before Dumbledore could defend himself, he cast a binding spell for him and his magic. Dumbledore went immediately into a panic when he could no longer feel the magic coursing through his being. The man had lived for so long with the immense feeling of his own power that he was bereft without it. Harry did not know what was happening as he saw Dumbledore’s eyes roll into the back of his head and his body shake in convulsions. Harry just watched him shake as if he was in a vibrating chair and Harry was trapped in the moment.

He finally snapped out of it and moved towards Dumbledore, “No you don’t, you insufferable bastard,” Harry stripped away the bindings that held the old wizard and pushed his magic into the old body trying to pull the man back from the grip of death. “You can’t deny me my revenge, you old coot. Don’t you dare die before I can choke the life out of you myself!”

Harry felt the last vestige of soul leave the old wizard as he tried to keep him anchored to his body and this world, but his effort was fruitless as the body in his hands slumped down lifeless and still. Harry snatched his hands off the dead piece of trash and screamed his rage and frustration. His magic spread around the room and the castle shook with the power of his anger at being denied retribution. When Harry opened his eyes again he looked around the office seeing various gadgets and objects shattered and littering the floor. He waved a hand and banished all the broken things and anything not belonging to Hogwarts. He was surprised to see that most of the objects that had littered the cluttered headmaster’s office belonged to the castle and not the wizard.

Harry strode over to the floo and threw some powder in and called out the infirmary. When Poppy popped her head into the green flames she frowned in curiosity at Harry in the Headmaster’s office.

“Poppy, can you come through and bring your bag?”

“What have you done? Something tells me that you were the reason the castle was quaking again?” Poppy left the fire for a moment and then returned to just warn Harry before she came through.

“Oh! Well this is unexpected.”
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