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Harry Potter and the Head of Black	By : TheRealLoneWolf Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 195481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter, it's characters, locations, words, or anything mentioned in the books and/or movies, nor am I making money off of this story.

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(A/N: Okay, so I got no excuse.)

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serpentlady: I freely admit, I just typed in two random numbers without bothering to look into it. In all honesty, the money makes no difference in this story. Unless I have Harry buy the components for a few nuclear bombs and turn England into a nuclear wasteland, it's pretty useless (especially since Voldemort and Dumbles wouldn't be there). Now, I could have said that he had 8,675,309 galleons and they are worth 42 pounds each, and it would have the same result. As I said in the story, Harry can literally buy the world, but that would do nothing to help him whatsoever.

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

“So just where are we going?” Hermione asked, looking at the portkey in Harry's hand. It had been an hour since he had gotten back from his aunt's home, and he had not mentioned anything since walking into Grimmauld. All he had told them was to pack their clothing. Not long after he had told them that, several house elves and started to come and take everything from the mansion, leading to numerous questions floating around not only Hermione's mind, but the minds of Harry's other two wives as well.

“Take the portkey and I'll tell you.” he said, holding it up. She slowly reached up and grabbed it along with Luna and Daphne, knowing that he would never willingly lead them into danger. “Black Island!” he yelled before a hook behind the navel feeling came over her. She felt herself spin around for several minutes before slamming hard against the floor. She shook her head to try and get rid of the cobwebs that had seemed to form before standing up.

“Hermione, you're alright.” she heard someone say behind her. She quickly spun around and her eyes met a set of chocolate brown like hers, the person standing next to a woman with the same type of hair as her.

“Mum? Dad?”

-

A knock on the door brought the attention of Doctor Daniel Granger, DDS, away from that of his wife's, Doctor Emma Granger DMS, currently uncovered breast. He buried his head between them and let out a growl of annoyance, causing her to giggle like a schoolgirl instead of the respected dentist she was. He sat up, aware of the bulge in his jeans as he made his way toward the door, noticing his wife covering up and straightening her clothes. He didn't bother. He reached the door as the knocking came again and opened it, revealing an aged man in purple robes.

“Mr. Granger, my name is Albus Dumbledore.” he said, give the man a small smile. Dan held the door halfway closed, covering his lower half. “I'm afraid I am the barer of bad news.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his problem now gone. He opened the door and looked at the man. “What happened?”

“May I come in, Mr. Granger?”

“Yes, of course.” he said, moving out of the way. Dumbledore walked in, the twinkle in his eyes racing for a moment before settling down. Dan never noticed. “Is it Hermione? Is she alright?”

“That is what I wish I talk to you about.” he said. “She has gone and gotten herself married to an older man.”

“What?” Emma asked, entering the conversation. “Our Hermione did what?”

“She has married a Lord Black, a man around your ages.” he said, stretching the truth. He knew that these muggles could have no knowledge of just who Lord Sirius Black was, nor that Lord Black was now Harry. Even then, he wasn't technically lying. The uppity mudblood bitch had gone and married Harry. “He is substantially wealthy, his fortune nearing several trillion galleons.”

“You have got to be lying!” Dan yelled.

“I'm afraid not.” he said, inwardly loving this. “She is also about four months pregnant.”

“She's what!?” Dan again yelled, feeling his blood pressure start to race.

“However, you can put a stop to it.” he said, pulling out a piece of charmed paper. “This here is the power of attorny papers for the wizarding world.” he explained. “If you sign this, it allows me to have complete control of her marriage and duties until she becomes an of-age witch in the wizarding world. It will allow me to dissolve her marriage as well as force an abortion to keep matters from getting out.”

“Give me that!” he yelled, snatching it from the wizard's hand. He threw it on the table and picked up a pen before looking at the document. After a moment, a look of confusion appeared on his face as he turned to look at Dumbledore. “Why does this say she is married to Lord Harry James Potter-Black-Lupin?”

“Excuse me?” he asked, putting on his kindly grandfather routine. Deep down, he running through a mental checklist. He knew he had put muggle deception charms on it.

“Dan honey, that says she's married to a Lord Regulas Black.” Emma said, putting her arm around his waist.

“No.” he said, looking at her. “It says right here that Hermione Jane Granger is married to Lord Harry James Potter-Black-Lupin and thus is Lady Hermione Jane Potter.”

“Her full title is Lady Hermione Jane Granger-Potter, Mistress of the Potter-Black-Lupin family.” Dumbledore said, his voice taking an evil tone. “I guess that the former Ms. Granger is not the mudblood we all thought she was.”

“What are you talking about?” Dan asked, looking at him, putting his arm around his wife's waist as well.

“I take it you are a squib, Mr. Granger.”

“A what?”

“It means that you are born in a pureblood marriage and yet contain no magic.” Dumbledore answered. “They are usually left for adoption if not outright killed. I take it you were adopted?” he asked. Dan didn't reply, instead opting to simply glare at the man. “I guess you were. While they have no magic to speak of, they do contain just enough to make the charms used to trick muggles useless. In that case, there is only one thing I believe I can do.”

“And what's that?” Dan asked, still glaring at the man.

“Avada Kedavra!” he yelled, aiming his wand at them. Emma shrieked as Dan pulled her into him, covering her with his body when something that was thought impossible happened. The curse reflected into the ceiling, raining down plaster and drywall.

“What!?” Dumbledore yelled. A moment later, the sound of boots walking across the floor alerted him to someone else in the room. He spun around, his wand aimed up. He could see no one, even with his enchanted glasses.

“You would be interested to know that the Unspeakables have been able to block the killing curse centuries before you were even born.” a disembodied voice called out. “How else would young Harry have survived?”

“Who are you?” he yelled into thin air. “I'll have you know, Harry survived because-”

“His mother who was one of the brightest Unspeakables placed a variant of the shield on him.” the person said again. “We showed her the prophecy, and in her last moments placed the shield. She did, however, do something wrong, which has left us confused regarding it.”

“Show yourself!” he yelled, causing someone to appear without the signs of a cloak or disillusionment spell being taken off.

“So how is the great Dark Lord Lucifer?” the Unspeakable asked

“I see the Unspeakables know my name.” Dumbledore said.

“We have always known your name, old man.” he replied.

“I'm sure.” he said calmly. “Crucio!” he yelled, watching as a sickly yellow beam shot toward the man. The spell once again shot into the ceiling.

“Maybe you didn't think I meant the Unspeakables could block all the curses.”

“I'm sure.” Dumbledore said before launching another curse. The Unspeakable rose his shield and let out a curse word as the spell went through the shield a moment before it hit him. He flew through the air, crashing against the counter, his hood falling to revel a head of red hair. The Grangers knelt down next to him.

“My left pocket...grab what's in my pocket.” he said quietly, blood falling from his mouth.

“I can see that old age and knowledge of unknown spells still have me in the lead.” he said smugly, watching as Dan Granger put his hand in the man's pocket. “Just because you have magical parents does not mean you are magical, Mr. Granger.” he said, raising his wand again. “Avada Kedavra!” he yelled, watching as the curse flew and smashed against the cabinet where the three of them were just a moment ago.

“Damn!” he yelled into the empty house. He looked at the burning cabinet for a moment before smiling. “Incendrio!”

-

“Mum? Dad?” Hermione asked. “What are you two doing here?”

“We are here to witness the public wedding of Lord Harry James Potter-Black-Lupin to the beautiful Lady Hermione Jane Granger-Potter, Mistress of the Potter-Black-Lupin family.” Dan said, watching as her eyes widened. “We were attacked by someone named Albus Dumbledore, though some Unspeakable person called him the 'Dark Lord Lucifer.'”

“Lucifer...fitting name.”

“What makes you say that, Harry?” Daphne asked.

“Lucifer is the Devil.” Hermione answered for him. “I'm curious to know how you know that Harry.”

“Uncle Vernon would call me the 'Spawn of Lucifer” at times. Said an innocent looking kid being true evil made me fitting for the name.”

“Okay, next question.” Daphne said.

“Who's the Devil?” Luna finished.

“He's the one who tricked Eve into eating the Forbidden Fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil that was inside the Garden of Eden.” Hermione answered, seeing Harry looking confused at the question as well. “He was God's most beautiful angel, and his name 'Lucifer' means 'Light' because of how bright he was. When God made the first man and woman, he told them that they were not to eat from that tree. It became the so-called Original Sin, which was not sex despite popular belief. If anything, that was first commandment God gave them.”

“What in Merlin's name are you talking about?” Daphne asked.

“Yes, Hermione. I know some people claim that I say some crazy things at times, but what you just said sounds like the ramblings of an insane person.” Luna added.

“But it's all true.” she said, looking at them. “Harry, tell them it's all true.”

“Er...” he muttered, looking at her. “Hermione, that does sound a bit off.”

“But...” she muttered, looking between them.

“Anyways,” Emma said, pulling her daughter out of the bind she had put herself in, “I would like some introductions.”

“Of course.” Harry said, stepping in as Lord of the family. He had no idea what Hermione was talking about, but if she wanted to believe it, then he wasn't going to say anything about it. “This is Lady Luna Lovegood-Black.” he said, walking over and placing his hand on the blonde girl's shoulder. She gave them a smile as he walked over to the black-hair goddess next to her. “And this is Lady Daphne Greengrass-Lupin.” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“What have I told you, Harry?” she asked playfully. “You don't need to worry about touching any of my body. In fact, I quite encourage it.”

“She's right, Husband.” Luna said. “Why, the Wracksports are supposed to be in season right now. You should be all over us, or us all over you.”

“Or us all over each other.” Daphne said, simply for the sake of agreement.

“You're right.”

“So you said an Unspeakable told you his name?” Harry asked, hoping to keep his witches down.

“Yes.” Emma said, looking at him. “He had a...portkey?...that he used to get us here. He was hit by some curse of some such that the old man threw at him and he was badly injured. His brother's a curse breaker that's here on the island, and he said he recognized it and was able to cure it. He should pull through.”

“His brother's a...” Harry trailed off, looking at her. “Did he have red hair?”

“Yes, why?”

“Percy!?” he yelled, looking at her in shock. He turned to his wives, seeing identical looks of shock on their faces as well. Though neither Daphne nor Luna had any prolonged contact with the rule-following redhead, they all knew that he was so straight-laced he made most of the Ministry personal look like slackers.

“Yes, it was something about an act he had to follow.” Dan said, looking strained. “Listen, I know that in some cosmic way of things, you are all now related, but I was wondering if I could talk to my daughter...alone?”

“Mr. Granger, Sir, if this is about my marrying your daughter while also marrying two other women and have a sex slave, then-”

“You have a sex slave?” Emma asked, looking at him.

“That's not what I wanted to talk to her about...no.” he said slowly, looking between Harry and Hermione. “I suppose that I will want to discuss that with you, but there is something else I want to talk with my daughter about.”

“Okay.” he said slowly. He turned to his other two wives and led them from the room, saying that he needed to find someone named Neville to discuss the island. Emma kissed Dan on the cheek, knowing that it was going to be a hard discussion he would need to have with her. She gave Hermione and hug before leaving the room as well.

“Daddy, what's wrong?” she asked, looking worried.

“Hermione, you know that spell that you said non-magical people like your mum and I can't see?” he asked, getting her to nod her head. “I want you to cast it.”

“But Daddy...I can't do magic outside of school.” she said, looking at him as if he had lost his mind. “And besides, you would never be able to see it. It's such a shame, it's a cute-”

“Don't tell me what it is.” he said, cutting her off. “And from what I've been told, no magic can be detected here. So will you please cast that spell.”

“Okay.” she said slowly, pulling her wand. She said the incantation, looking shocked as a silver doe instead of an otter came out of her wand.

“It's a silver doe, currently standing right there, about yay high.” her father said, holding his hand up at the height of the protronus while pointing at it.

“How...how can you...?” she stammered.

“Honey, I was adopted at a year old.” he said, walking toward her. “That man, Lucifer, he said that I was a 'squib' because I could read something that you mother couldn't.”

“You're a...you're a...”

“The curse-breaker, Bill. He said that you are a half-blood because I am a pureblood squib.”

-

It had been several hours since arriving on the island. For most of that time, Percy had been in and out of consciousness during those hours. As he opened his eyes again, he noticed he wasn't alone.

“Good afternoon, Percy.” Harry said, looking down at him.

“I guess I should also thank you for saving my parents.” Hermione said, sitting next to Harry. He looked and saw two other girls with them.

“So they told you I am an Unspeakable?” he asked.

“They did, amongst other things.” Harry responded.

“Like what?”

“Why haven't the Unspeakables revealed that they know how to block the killing curse?” Harry asked, his voice hard. Had that shield been known a year ago, the outcome of the Third Task could have been different. Cedric could still be alive and Voldemort contained.

“In order to cast it, you must make a sacrifice.” he said, sitting up. “You must break away a piece of you soul and-”

“You have a horcrux!?” Harry yelled, wand now in hand and aimed for Percy's head. The older boy looked into Harry's eyes, seeing the same green as a killing curse.

“How do you know about horcurxes?”

“I know because Voldemort had them!”

“No he doesn't.” Percy said, looking at him. “Tom Riddle never had any horcruxes."

“The diary that controlled your sister, and my scar were two of six horcruxes he had. He preformed the Seventh Ritual and it destroyed his body. That's why he was able to come back!”

“So that would explain how you were still injured despite you mother casting a shield to block the killing curse over you.” Percy muttered aloud.

“My mother had a horcrux?”

“No, Harry.” he said quickly, knowing what the boy was thinking. “It isn't like that. The piece of our soul that we break off is sent through the Veil in the Death Chamber.”

“And that helps you how?” Harry asked, looking more confused then ever.

“Well, you see...” Percy started.

Thirty-Eight Very Long and Painstaking Minutes Later

“...and that is how we are able to do it.” Percy said, nodding to Harry who's eyes had crossed after the first ten seconds.

“So you're saying that the Aybidosian Theory can be altered by adding a flick instead of a swish during the thirteenth minute of the ritual?” Hermione asked, looking up from her War and Peace sized stack of notes.

“Yes.” he said simply.

“But that still doesn't explain how the Veil knows to send it to the correct dimension.” Daphne added, looking up from her own stack of notes.

“Nor how it blocks the torture curse.” Luna said, throwing in her two cents...pence...knuts...something while adding tasteful illustrations to her notes of Harry ployjuiced into Hermione, Hermione into Daphne, Daphne into her, and herself into Harry (one can tell from the clothes) in a daisy chain. “Based on the Theory of Tau'ri, the torture curse should go right though this shield like any other shield.”

“That's a separate shield.” Percy said. “You see, for that shield, instead of applying the-”

“You can tell them later.” Harry said, rubbing his temples. He was so confused and so far out of his league, they could tell him he was this “Tau'ri” and he'd believe them. “What can you tell me about Riddle supposedly never having a horcrux?”

“The Unspeakables have always been able to track when someone has made those damn things.” he replied. “The last one made was in 1941 by Grindlwald. It was shown to have been destroyed by Dumbledore two years later. That was the last horcrux made.”

“Which doesn't explain how I was able to destroy the diary that Riddle made into a horcrux, nor how I became one, nor how he made another four horcruxes without the knowledge of the Unspeakables.”

“Could this tag-net have been suppressed?” Hermione asked.

“Impossible.” Percy said. “They would first have to get into the Department of Mysteries, cast a very complicated spell without the knowledge of the Unspeakables, and leave.”

“Except Rookwood was an Unspeakable.” Harry said, looking up at him. “Are you telling me that Rookwood could not have done it.”

“Rookwood would have had the knowledge to pull it off, plus the ability to do so.” Percy said thoughtfully.

“I was thinking of someone else.” Hermione said, looking at them both. “Rookwood was a child when Riddle made his first horcrux, Harry.”

“Then who?” Harry asked.

“Dumbledore.”

“Why on earth would he want to do...” Percy asked, trailing off.

“No.” Harry said, looking at her. “No, there is no way in hell that he would make a horcrux.”

“We didn't think he was a dark lord either, Harry.” Hermione told him. “Which brings up another question.” she said, turning back to Percy. “Why on earth did no one tell the world about him being a dark lord?”

“We had people watching him.” he said simply. “I was one of them, placed into his so-called 'Order' to keep tabs on him.”

“Fine.” she said, turning back to Harry. “Why do you think that he would not have a horcrux.”

“The very nature of those things are insane.” he said. “Only the truly deranged would ever make one.”

“Bill never said that, though.” Hermione countered. “All he said was that the few who tried to get to the Seventh Ritual stopped before they ever reached it.”

“Tom Riddle was supposed to have been the brightest student since Dumbledore.” Harry muttered. “And yet he made them. I guess that does make some sense.”

“Bill says I should be able to leave in a few days.” Percy said. “As soon as I can, I'll head over to the Department and check. Maybe even talk to my Superior to allow you two...or four...to come in and see it.”

“Harry, now that that is taken care of, can you please go double check the things for tonight's ceremony?” Daphne asked.

“Uh...sure...why?” he asked, looking at the raven-haired girl.

“Because I want to know how the Veil sends it to the right dimension.” she replied.

“Not to mention how the torture curse is blocked.”

“We'll make it up to you tonight Harry.” Hermione said, kissing him before conjuring up another War and Peace sized stack of blank parchment.

“Yes Harry, we will.” Daphne agreed, kissing him as well.

“Farewell Harry.” Luna said, giving him a kiss while giving his cock a firm squeeze through his jeans.

“Talk to you later, Harry.” Percy said. “Do not, however, expect me to kiss or grope you.”

“That's to bad.” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. He walked out of the room, getting the girls and Percy to laugh for a moment before he suddenly stopped.

“He was only kidding, right?”

-

“Hey Nev.” Harry said, walking up to his friend. It unnerved him still, that he felt a slight pull toward the boy. He couldn't understand why he did. He knew that the pull toward Hermione and Luna was because of the ritual they preformed that brought him back to life. He didn't understand how Neville's involvement, however, affected him. He knew what being a second meant in the old pureblood circles. None of it explained the pull though. It wasn't as if he really wanted a deeper relationship with a guy, right?

Right?

“Hey Harry.” Neville replied, looking up from the herbology textbook.

“See anything interesting?”

“Not a thing.” he said, closing the textbook, tossing it aside. Harry noticed that there were more textbooks lying on the ground where it landed. “None of these mention anything about things growing naturally on this island. Hell, not even the oldest ones mention this island.”

“This could get bad fairly quickly.” Harry said, sitting down next to him. For the briefest moment, he felt a need to put his arm around him, but stopped. He wasn't attracted to him. It was simply a side effect from the ritual. So long as he kept telling himself that, everything would be okay. “Have you heard from Remus and Snape yet?”

“Not yet.” Neville replied, getting up. He walked over to a bookcase and looked at the titles. “We can't find anything on this damn island. No maps, no records, nothing.”

“This is a big place, Nev.”

“I know it is, and even after three days we are no where near exploring all of it.” he said, turning to face him. “Merlin, Harry, one wing of this place makes Hogwarts look small!”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking at him.

“Harry, this building we're in right now is a side wing.” he replied. “From what Remus and Snap responded with, one of if not THE smallest wing. There is a door about a thousand feet to the left of this room. That door leads to a thousand foot walk across a suspended walkway that runs over a gorge to the main part of this complex.”

“You told me they had already made it outdoors and were trekking around.”

“They are.” Neville replied. “They found the way out not long after getting over there. They reported that there were a lot of ravines around the area, and that the land was saturated completely with salt water.” he said before taking a peek at the door. “Harry, if we can't find a way to get food and drinkable water here, we'll have to leave inside a few days.”

“How long can we stay?”

“If we ration, maybe a week. Nine days tops.”

“Not a lot of time.” Harry muttered.

“I know.”

“If we could figure a way to get fresh water and food, how plausible would it be to set up a command base here?”

“To fight the war?” he asked, getting Harry to nod his head. “I'd say that the odds would be very good. There are wards set up to block all kinds of transportation except for portkeys. It seems that no one knows a thing about this place, seeing that there is no proof that there is even an island here.”

“Then we need to find a way to get those things here, Nev.” he said, standing as well. “If the Weasleys minus Bill and Fleur left, how would that help us?”

“Might get us to fourteen or fifteen days. Maybe as many as twenty if we ration the wedding.”

“Don't ration the wedding.” he said, looking thoughtful as he started to pace. “Have the Weasleys send us food via portkey and we can purify the water here.”

“Makes me wish an elf can pop across the world.”

“Don't feel safe taking a portkey, personally.”

“I don't either, and I grew up with them.”

“And the wedding guest?”

“Single trip portkeys with every imaginable security feature built in. The wards also funnel all portkey travel into this room, so any possible threat should be easy to contain.”

“Alright. In the meantime, I want this fortress mapped out.” he continued. “Whoever built it must have had a way to keep it stocked.”

“And if we find nothing?” Neville asked, almost afraid to.

“Then we'll go the muggle way, because we're digging in.” he said, turning to face Neville. “I don't want to lose this stronghold unless the sea comes back to claim it.”

“Any ideas on how?”

“After the wedding, I want Remus and Snape back out there looking. Send Bill, and maybe Charlie as well, out with them. I want them to look for flat land or land that can be made flat fairly easily. It needs to be a long stretch of land.”

“Why?” Neville asked, looking confused.

“If we can, I'm hoping to put an airfield in here.” he said, noting that the look on Neville's face never changed. “It's what areoplanes land on, Nev. Muggles use them for long distance travel.”

“Oh...okay.” he said, not looking anymore clear in what was being asked than he did ten seconds ago.

“Remus and Snape know what they are.” he said, waving it off. “We are also going to need ways to purify the water and keep food here. Industrial freezers if we can't find anything should do. We might also need to bring a few house elves by portkey here when the Weasleys send us our first shipment of food.”

“I'll have them start back outside tomorrow morning.”

“Tell Remus and Snape that I also want them to create a version of the Maruader's Map of this place, starting with this building. They'll know what I'm talking about.” he said, cutting Neville off as he opened his mouth. “They can start on that tonight after the wedding.”

“Right.” he said, looking back toward the books for a moment. “I take it you want me to continue looking through these books as well?”

“If you don't mind.” he said, walking out of the room.

-

“Hermione, dear, what's wrong?” she heard her mother ask. She didn't say anything, instead continuing to stare into the mirror at herself in what she planned on wearing under her wedding dress. The three brides were in a small side room that was easily the size of a large classroom with a few of the women. It hadn't been all laughs, though. If anything, this was a far more serious dressing for a wedding than most.

It had all started when Emma, noticing Daphne's mother, asked Luna why her's wasn't with them. The ladies in the room had gone silent, the first sign for Emma that she had overstepped some boundary. When Luna said that her mother had died, she walked up to the girl and pulled her into an embrace. The petite blonde girl started to cry as Emma whispered words into her ear. Everyone watched as, a few moments later, they pulled away from each other and Luna had a true smile shinning through the tears as she thanked her.

The next event had happened not long after as, when they noticed Hermione had stopped at a camisole and knickers, asked her why. She had fidgeted for a moment before slowly removing the camisole, showing the long thick scar that ran down her body. It was, of all people, Luna, who talked to her.

“Harry will only see that scar as a reminder.” she had said, her voice no longer dreamy, but dead serious, getting everyone to look at her. “He will see it as a reminder of what true loyalty and love really is. Every time he will lay eyes on that scar, he will see a reminder as to why he must double check and sometimes even triple check information.”

“It makes me look even more hideous.” she had countered.

“He only wants you.” Daphne had said, butting in. “I still remember what he said that day I first came. He was saying to you that he would trade everything short of a small cabin and that piano if it meant he could be with only you.”

“You were the greatest opposer to going to the Ministry that night.” Luna continued. “You told him not to go, and yet you still went with him, because you love him.”

“Hermione, dear?” she heard her mother ask again, pulling her out of her thoughts.. “Are you alright?”

“Just thinking.” she said, still looking into the mirror. Her hand traced the visible part of the scar along her breast up to her shoulder. “What if he doesn't see me like they said? What if he sees this and only thinks it's horrible?”

“He won't, Dear.” she said, placing her hand on her daughter's bare shoulder. “You heard what the two of them said. He will only see you, and love you.”

“I just wish I could believe that.”

“I know, Honey, I know.” Emma said, pulling her into a hug. “I'm sure you would have to beat him off with a stick tonight, if you wanted to be alone.”

“I just-”

“Worrying about it won't make a difference, Hermione.” she said, looking at her. “Harry loves you. You love him. You two are already far ahead of where some couples are when they marry.”

-

Harry looked over toward the door, knowing that at any moment, the three visions of beauty he just officially married a few hours ago would walk through it. The ceremony had gone on without a hitch (save for the three aforementioned beauties getting hitched with him) with the interm Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones, conducting the service. For Harry, it was probably that alone that showed how much had changed in such a little time. He had always pictured Dumbledore marrying him to Hermione after the war ended, provided he survived through said war which didn't even happen often in his dreams. The Council of Old was also present with their respective families, the majority of which were daughters.

By his side, Neville had stood in a set of the most expensive robes he had ever worn, standing as best man. Hermione and Luna, having had only one female friend between them who had been buried a few days before, agreed to be maid of honors to each other. Daphne, having only known Hermione a small bit due to classes where house segregation didn't happen, requested to have her friend Tracy Davis stand with her. It was, for Harry, the strangest wedding he had ever heard of.

First they had married him to Hermione. For him, this was all he wanted, a simple wedding with the girl he loved. Where things got strange was when, after kissing her for the first time as husband and wife, Hermione and Luna switched places and the wedding began again. After that kiss happened, both Hermione and Luna walked off and Daphne walked up with Tracy by her side. The wedding began again, and Harry found himself hoping that Tracy wouldn't trade places with Daphne after the kiss.

To his relief, and in some ways sorrow, they didn't trade places after the kiss.

He heard the door open and was pulled out of his thoughts as Hermione walked in, looking shy and unsure. His breath was caught in his throat for a moment as his eyes took in what she was wearing. She was wearing a white lace corset and what looked like a white lace thong. He could see the scar she got from Dolohov run up the the exposed part of her breast. She gave him a shy smile before closing the door.

“We decided that, for the first times, we would come in one at a time.” she told him. He nodded his head dumbly, not knowing what else to say. She walked over to him and got onto the bed, crawling up to him. He pulled her down and kissed her hungrily, one hand going to back of her head and the other going down to her exposed arse. She groaned into his mouth as he pulled her down on top of him. After a few minutes, she reached back and grabbed his hand from her hair, bringing it to the ribbons holding the corset close.

“Untie this, please.” she said, pulling away from him. He nodded his head and started untying it. He watched, entranced, as the corset started to get looser until only him holding the sides together kept it on her. She sat up, straddling him, and pulled off the corset, leaving her only in the thong.

His eyes started tracing the scar, running from her left shoulder to her right hip. He reached up and traced it with his hand, feeling her shudder beneath his touch. He could tell that she was uncomfortable with it, and he knew that him only tracing it was not helping her. He pulled her down to him so they were eye-level and kissed her softly for a moment before pulling away.

“You're beautiful.” he said simply, causing her to smile. She kissed him again as he ran his hands down her back and started to push her thong off of her. After a moment, he turned her over and moved down. He kissed his way down her neck, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure as his hands started to knead her breast. He held her breast up and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, causing her to only moan louder. He let out a small smile at the sound.

He could smell her arousal as he moved to her other nipple, knowing that he would need to give them equal treatment to get her properly aroused. He ran a hand down to her thong and placed his hand over the crotch, already feeling them dampen from the contact. He gave the nipple in his mouth a small bite, getting a quick shirk to come from her. He kissed his way back up her neck to her mouth, grinding his erection into her panty-covered pussy. He ended the kiss and stared into her chocolate brown eyes.

“Are you...?” he asked, trailing off. Part of him wouldn't know what to think if she said no.

“Yes.” she answered, her flush from her arousal seeming to grow a bit darker. “I've never-”

“Okay.” he said, leaning back down to kiss her. Her lips had become puffy in the few moments they had spent lip-locked with each other. He couldn't remember her kissing anyone else at Hogwarts, though he knew that she might have done so elsewhere, like at home. The thought of her with someone else, though, was not one he wanted to think about. Deep down he knew it was petty, but he couldn't help it. He wanted her for himself only.

He started to kiss along her jaw, trailing up to her ear. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, causing her have a sharp intake of breath. He mentally placed that pleasure point in his mind as he continued to suck on it. He felt her start to twitch in his arms, causing him to leave her earlobe, much to her annoyance. He only smirked as she let out a moan in protest. He felt the dom in him start to surface a bit. He might not let the dom have complete control, but he would allow him some control. He forced it back into his mind before kissing his way along the scar she had until reaching her hips.

Her panties were completely soaked. The musky scent of her arousal was causing his erection to become almost painful against the pants he was wearing. He felt the dom part of him wanting to just rip the thong off of her and take her right then and there, to hell with romance and foreplay.

He buried his head between her legs, sucking her juices from her panties. She let out a moan, arching her back slightly from the alien feelings he caused her to have. Without another thought, he pulled away from her and hooked his fingers into the band of the thong. He looked up into her chocolate brown eyes and gave her a smirk before pulling down the soaked white silk and throwing them over his back. Keeping eye contact, he moved his head back toward her virgin lips as her chest started to rise and fall quickly in expectation. Very slowly, he stuck out his tongue and licked her from the bottom of her slit to her clit.

“Harry!” she yelled out, taking in a shuddering breath. He grinned, pushing his tongue into her while moving it around in circles. He felt her hymen when he thrust his tongue far enough into her. It further proved to him that she was a true virgin, something that he knew deep down he should have trusted her on. As he pulled his tongue out of her and started to suck on her clit, he knew that if ever questioned on it, he would claim the high he was on must have clouded his mind.

He moved his head away after a few more moments, wishing he could simply give her all of his time and attention. The thought of needing to do this at the very least twice more tonight however put him off slightly. Even when having sex with Tonks, he never really went more than twice in a row.

“I wish I could make this more special for you.” he said, looking up at her lust filled eyes.

“I know.” she said, smiling lovingly at him. He slowly kissed up her body, once again trailing the scar from the spell she took in the Department of Mysteries. He buried his head between her breast and shook his head, causing her to giggle. He kissed the soft flesh while unzipping his pants. Hermione felt herself slipping away and moved her hands down to start pushing Harry's pants and boxers off. He felt the heat from her sex drawing him in, and knew that once he started, there would be no stopping. He grabbed himself and rubbed the head of his cock against her opening before pushing in. When he felt resistance, he stopped and looked into Hermione's lust-filled eyes.

“I love you.” he said, leaning in to kiss her as he pushed all the way in. She screamed into his mouth as her body tensed around him for a moment before falling limp. He felt her shake slightly and knew she was crying. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, seeing tear-streaks lining her face. He tried to keep his mind rooted in the present, knowing it was threatening to go back to his time, when he had Tonks change into Hermione. He held himself still inside of her, trying to ignore the impulse inside of him that wanted to go as hard and as fast as possible.

“God it hurts.” she said, the tears falling even more as she said it. Seeing her cry hurt him more than anything Riddle had ever thrown at him. That it was with an act that should be pleasurable and was in fact bringing him more pleasure than anything he had ever experienced only made it worse. He also knew he couldn't really stop. Unlike in the muggle world where someone could stop if it became to painful for the girl's first time if it was their wedding night, it wasn't like that in the magical world. The innate magic in the wedding vows would form a compulsion on the couples magics to consummate the marriage bond to its completion, with the husband achieving orgasm, preferably while buried in his wife. The whole thing was like that in hopes of conceiving an heir as soon as possible.

He didn't believe he had it in him to do this another two or three times tonight.

He pulled her into his arms, doing his best not to crush her or move to much inside of her. Her sobs hitched slightly at the sudden movement. He kissed her again, feeling her only slightly return the kiss. He pulled back and looked into her tear stained eyes and gave her a forced smile, though he knew the pain in his eyes from hurting her was visible for her to see as well. He kissed her again.

“I'm sorry.” he said, slowly starting to rock himself inside of her. She hiccuped slightly, trying to get her crying under control somewhat. Harry did his all best to make it pleasurable for her, though he knew deep down that he couldn't do that this first time. He knew it would be painful for her. The only thing he could try and do was keep his dom side down. It was very tempting to simply loose control and shove into her as hard as possible. He kissed the tears from her face before kissing her softly on the lips. She returned the kiss after a moment, though it was weak. He broke the kiss and looked down at her.

“Try and squeeze me.” he said, still rocking himself gently inside of her. She nodded her head, her tears now under control. He felt her squeeze her vaginal walls and a felt a moan leave his lips. He started to move a little quicker, getting her to hiss slightly in pain. He didn't stop his movements, knowing that he needed to continue to move inside of her. It hurt him that he was causing her so much pain, but he knew that he needed to continue. He felt her move beneath him and was slightly surprised when Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. She leaned up and kissed him before lying her head back down. He looked into her eyes and while he still saw her tears and pain, he also saw love.

“I love you too.” she said, giving him a small smile.

He didn't know what it was. In his life, he could only remember one single person saying that she loved him, and that girl, no, that woman, was currently lying beneath him in his arms. He didn't know if it was words she said, the love he could see in her eyes, even if it was the smile she gave him, but he felt something snap. Unlike before, where he felt immense hate at the things in his presence, he felt an immense feeling of...something. He believed it could be love, based only on the fact that the only times he ever felt said feeling was when he was with Hermione. He leaned down and captured her lips again, feeling her gasp into his kiss before she squeezed her vaginal wall tighter around him and met his gentle thrust with the rocking of her hips.

Slowly, he started to increase his pace. He heard her let out a moan, not of pain, but of pleasure. He felt himself starting to lose control, both from the tightness of her and her moving with him. He felt her start to thrust him deeper and faster with her legs, pulling him into her. He didn't know how much more he could take. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, lightly biting along the way. He felt her squeezing starting to grow almost erratic and for a brief moment, wondered if she could possibly be growing to an orgasm. He knew that it was supposed to be rare to impossible.

And then she went over the edge. She squeezed him hard, her breathing growing erratic as she shook. He looked at her and saw that it wasn't from tears or pain, but from pleasure. He felt her start to milk him, and he lost what little control he had left. He thrust quickly into her, barely noticing that she wasn't moaning in pain but from pleasure, and then held himself as deep inside of her as he could possibly get. He hit his peak and almost blacked out from the orgasm, coming back to his senses a moment later as he was lying on top of Hermione panting. He kissed her neck before pushing himself up on unsteady arms to look her in the eyes. He saw no pain or tears, but pure love. Leaning down, he captured her lips in an intimate kiss.

“I love you.” he said, smiling down at her.

“I love you too.” she replied, a smile on her face as well. She leaned up to capture his lips in a kiss again when the door burst open, revealing both Luna and Daphne in full clothing.

“Harry, there's been an attack!” Luna yelled, completely focused.

-

It was late at night, or possibly very early in the morning, in the Bones residence. Armed guards walked around the perimeter of the mansion, carrying not only their wands but muggle firearms as well. With Amelia Bones essentially running the government, the aurors were taking zero chances with her and her family. More armed guards, all female, walked the hallways of the mansion, ensuring that nothing and no one got through to harm the two women that lived inside the mansion's rooms, nor the guest of the younger of the two women.

Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot were what someone could call every teenage boy's fantasy. Susan, with long red hair and moderately sized breast, and Hannah, with long blonde hair and moderately sized breast, did everything together. They grew up together, with Amelia being friends with Hannah's parents. They always played together, and were never ashamed of each other while growing up. After both were sorted into Hufflepuff during the sorting, the friendship continued away from the prying eyes of ministry auror protection details. This led to the interesting item that made them every teenage boy's fantasy.

Neither of them would claim to be bisexual or bi-curious. Neither would they claim to be homosexual. Neither had any interest in sleeping with another woman. Yet, that didn't seem to count when it was only between them. As such, it would not be anything new for someone to catch the two girls together nude as they were now. They lay together, kissing and fondling each others breast with one hand while fingering the other with their other hand. Only a few of the auror guards and Susan's aunt knew how intimate the two would be with each other. Only the fact that they both had a stronger interest in boys than girls was what made Amelia turn a blind eye to their activities, and assign a female-only auror guard to the house.

Hannah rose her leg up between Susan's, pushing against the red-head's sex. Her thigh became slick and wet as Susan moaned into the kiss. Hannah moaned as well as Susan found and pinched her clit before pushing her leg against the blonde's sex as well. As one, they moved their soaked hands to the other's hair, deepening the kiss as pleasure coursed through their bodies. They both felt the peak coming, causing them to grind and hump against each other only harder, when the door burst open, negating the silencing charm they placed around the room. Spellfire and gunfire could be heard somewhere outside.

“The house is under attack!” the female auror yelled, causing the two teenage girls to jump away from each other. “Get your clothes back on and hurry!” she yelled, drawing her firearm and aiming down the hallway. Hannah and Susan quickly jumped out of the bed and grabbed for their muggle clothes, their pleasure forgotten. They knew that the way things were going, some things would need to be ignored, namely bras and panties.

“Voldemort's here!” they heard an auror yell, running down the hallway. A flash of green alerted the two girls that said auror was no more.

“Hurry, girls, get your wands!” Amelia yelled, walking into the room. She had in her hand a portkey that Harry had given them prior to leaving his island during the wedding. She held it out before a gunshot rang out, dropping Amelia. Susan fell into Hannah, grabbing her shoulder where the bullet had hit her after flying through Amelia's chest. Hannah wrapped her arm around Susan as the imperioed auror turned her gun on them.

“Accio!” she yelled, aiming her wand at the portkey. It hit her in the chest and they disappeared a moment before the auror pulled the trigger.

-

Neville continued looking through the books stored in the study. Harry agreed with him that the room must have some information on the island, being that all portkey travel was routed into this room. So far, most of the books seemed to be set up like the world's most random library. He picked up another book and flipped through it for a few moments before throwing it aside.

“Fucking useless.” he muttered. He reached up for another when he heard two bodies hit the floor behind him, both screaming. He spun around, pulling his wand in the process, and was greeted with the site of a bloodied Susan Bones with Hannah Abbot putting pressure on the girl's shoulder.

“Holy shit.” he said, running his hands through his hair for a moment.

-

For Dan Granger, the events that had happened in the past twenty-four hours would cause anyone to consider the day a true red-letter day. Easily the strangest aspect of it was lying in bed with his wife in a room on his new son-in-law's privet island. That said son-in-law was also married to two other women and was given a sex slave that he had to have constant sex with or go insane was just the icing on the cake.

He was once again in a favorite position of his, he head resting between his wife's breast. The last time he was in this position, a megalomaniac had tried to kill him. He could only hope the same thing wouldn't happen tonight. As he sucked one of his wife's nipples into his mouth, he tried again to get the image of his little girl and her best friend, now husband and wife, in the same position out of his mind.

He quickly got his wish when the door burst open, reviling Remus Lupin. He turned to tell the man off when he noticed his shirt was covered in what looked a lot like blood.

“We have a badly wounded girl.” he said, looking at him. “She's been shot in the shoulder with a magically enhanced bullet. Magic can't help.”

“Right.” he said, get up, his erection again gone. He noticed Emma grab her shirt and put it back on, sans a bra. “Where is she?” he asked, grabbing his medical bag.

“We have her in the study.” he said, leading them quickly. “It's Susan Bones and her friend Hannah Abbot. You met them at the wedding I believe.” he continued, opening the door to the study. Dan walked in with Emma behind him and instantly felt his combat training kick in at the sight of a young girl the age of his own daughter covered in blood.

“You said magic can't help at all?” he asked, walking over to her. He took a knee and turned her slightly. “The bullet didn't go through?”

“Her aunt was shot.” the other girl said, looking white. Emma made her way over to her and pulled her into arms.

“She's going into shock. Hand me a blanket.” she ordered.

“Hannah, are you saying that Amelia was wounded as well?” Remus asked, handing Emma the blanket while Dan used a pair of forceps “borrowed” from the Queen to dig the bullet out of Susan's shoulder.

“She killed her.” she said simply, looking at something a million miles away. “She was supposed to protect us, and instead she turned around and shot Susan's aunt in the chest. The bullet must have hit Susan as well because she fell bleeding.”

“Explains how a .45 didn't go all the way through.” Dan muttered, pulling out the shell.

“Amelia is dead?” Remus asked, his voice trembling with barely concealed fear.

“She just shot her.” Hannah said again before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“This is bad.” Remus said, running his hand through his hair. “This is bad.”

“Why's that?” Dan asked, looking through his medical kit.

“Because Amelia Bones was the interim Minister of Magic, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the Head of an Ancient and Noble House.” Remus said. “Someone, either Voldemort or Dumbledore, just opened up the Ministry of Magic for anyone to take over at their leisure.”

(A/N: Though I'm not a virgin, I've never popped a cherry. Most stories I've read either here or FF.Net or Penthouse Letters when I was younger have a virgin woman's first time feeling like a pinch at first and then mind-blowing pleasure where the guy fucks her to ten orgasms in thirty minutes before shooting off a gallon of cum. From hearsay, I've found that's not really true.)
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