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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156901 -:- 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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“Oh! Well this is unexpected.”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Harry immediately defended himself to the unfazed mediwitch.

“It isn’t? It looks like he had a heart attack?” Poppy pulled out her wand and started her scans of the dead body. “What happened, the Headmaster is reading like a dead muggle?”

“I stripped him of his magic as retaliation, and then he went into some kind of shaking fit.”

Poppy just nodded her head at his assessment of the previous events. “The Headmaster had a very complicated heart problem. It is not surprising that he could not handle the absence of his magic.”

Harry was stunned by the information Poppy just imparted, “He had a heart problem, but he faced Voldemort…” Harry trailed off as the association between Tom and Albus clicked into reason for all the events since Tom’s return, even Sirius’ death. Harry turned to look at the corpse in the room and spat at its feet.

“I think we should notify Minerva of his death and leave out any events leading up to it?” Poppy went to the floo and called out for the Deputy Headmistress. Moments later Minerva McGonagall was flooing from her office, having a free period first thing in the morning. Her face was ashen when she looked upon the slumped body of the Headmaster. What surprised Harry was the slight smirk that the woman was trying to hide from the other two magical.

“He was a real bastard, couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.” Harry commented to the Professor’s back. Minerva whirled around and narrowed eyes at Harry and noticed there was no reaction what so ever from Poppy.

“Language, Mr. Potter. The Headmaster was much revered and respected.” She nodded her head as if she were trying to believe her own words.

“No. He was feared. Had I known he had a heart problem sooner I would have stripped him of his magic the day after my birthday, but I probably wouldn’t have known how.”

“You did this?” McGonagall asked, pointing to the body.

“You know it was far more humane than I intended to end his miserable existence.” Harry smiled at the look on his favorite Professor’s face, “Oh well, want his job?”

“You are not in the position to offer me the Headmaster’s job, Mr. Potter.” She looked sternly at her favorite student, forgetting that he just admitted to causing the Headmaster’s death, albeit regretfully humane.

“Oh, but I am.” Harry did something he wanted to do, but was awfully crude. He walked over to the chair behind the Headmaster’s desk and pushed the corpse to the floor. He wrinkled his nose at an unpleasant stain in the seat of the chair. He waved his wand over the chair making it clean and presentable and looking like new; then he sat. Smiling at the Deputy Headmistress, he folded his hands on the desk and spoke. “It is my prerogative as owner of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to appoint a worthy Head of Education to run this school. It has come to my attention and the owners’ ghosts that this school has declined in its educational range and student population. It is therefore apparent to me, that I, not only have to hire a new Head master or mistress, but revamp the educational system offered here at this school.” Harry sat back in the chair and waited for McGonagall’s response.

“Well, I am grateful for the offer and accept. Albus told me on many occasions that I would only aspire to this office over his dead body.” She looked pointedly at the body on the floor crumpled and forgotten.

“You will still be denied this particular office,” he said, gesturing to the office they sat in. “You will be given an office on the ground level. This lofty tower and password keep you separated from the students who need guidance. I feel that the former Headmaster had too much time on his hands to meddle and plot, that could have been prevented if his students actually had access to him, besides meals.”

McGonagall nodded in agreement. The small meeting broke apart as ministry officials came through the floo and carted the dead body away. Harry watched one of the officials look at Harry curiously, but Harry glared and the man looked away quickly. The office was soon deserted and Harry, McGonagall, and Poppy sat having tea. They decided that classes would be cancelled for a week in “honor” of Dumbledore. Harry needed the week to get a handle on his job as owner. McGonagall could handle the job she coveted for years.

“I will be living in the Gryffindor Owner tower. Just use the floo and call out ‘owner’ and you will have access.”

“Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Potter—”

“Harry,” Harry interrupted McGonagall, “you have been my most favorite professor here at Hogwarts; call me Harry.”

“Harry, but what are we to say to the Order.”

Harry’s face hardened as he replied, “They join me or they are out. Although, some members will not be welcome any longer.” McGonagall nodded her head and stood.

“We will make the announcement after morning class, shall we?” Harry nodded. “Harry, Poppy,” she bid them goodbye and went back to her office to prepare her speech.”

“Thank you for your assistance Madame Pomfrey and I will try not to give you too much work.” Harry smiled at the medi-witch.

“Harry, I am happy to assist in any way possible. Just give me some warning.” Poppy quickly left and Harry decided he had just enough time to make it to Potions, just a little late.

Severus Snape could be deemed a hard and cruel man, but he asserted that he was misunderstood. Brilliance bred an exacting personality in his opinion. So, when a student deems to walk into his classroom late and without the proper amount of fear displayed, he simply could not be held responsible for his actions.

“DETENTION, MR. POTTER!”

Harry smirked to himself hoping that the detention would be a little more fun than previous years. There was one seat available in the potions lab next to Draco. Harry smiled to himself as he sat next to the blond. Draco sneered in his direction and Harry guessed that was the way they were going to play the school year.

Snape continued on with his lecture healing ingredients and sensory heighteners. Harry paid close attention to the deep sensual voice of his teacher. Harry thought no one noticed his arousal until a hand slid into his lap, slowly rising up his thigh to his slight bulge. It was slight until the hand moved over it.

Harry gasped at the sudden pressure that surrounded his clothed cock. He turned towards the owner of the hand and passed glazed eyes over the sexy blond Slyterin.

“Draco!” Harry whispered in a breathy moan, thrusting into the warm hand on his groin.

Draco for his part smirked as the Gryffindor closed his eyes and ignored the words of the lecture and only concentrated on the deep rumble of the voice surrounding him and the hand massaging his cock. Harry was in bliss with a nice leisurely slow orgasm approaching. Harry did not notice when his professor took notice of his inattention.

Severus scanned the room looking for anyone not paying attention. His eye locked on a certain golden Gryffindor with his eyes closed and a silly smile plastered on his face. This irked the man. Here he was taking time he could be using to create new and innovative potions and research, by imparting his knowledge on these imbeciles, and Potter has the gall, unmitigated gall, to not pay attention.

“Mr. Potter! You have the most nerve of any student I have ever had the misfortune of teaching.” Snape billowed over to the now shocked Potter who could not shake off the glazed look of desire in his eyes. He looked at the smirk on the young Malfoy’s face and the arm reaching into Harry’s lap, an arm that was still moving, as he approached.

With a raised eyebrow, “Detention, Mr. Malfoy and twenty points from Gryffindor for inattention.” Snape snapped his billowing robes turning back to resume class.

Class went on with Snape ignoring Harry’s heavy breathing and silent orgasm, behind a hasty notice-me-not charm for when Harry threw his head back and grabbed Malfoy to crush their lips together. The class filed out only leaving three occupants in the dungeon classroom.

“What would Dumbledore think of his Golden boy getting a hand job in the middle of class?” Said Snape amusement in his voice.

Harry smile at the comment and answered, “He would have nothing to say at all.” Harry hopped up on the work table swinging his legs back and forth looking at Severus and Draco with what can only be considered a leer.

“I beg to differ, Harry.” Severus walked over to the young man and stood between the swinging legs. The legs instantly came up around the Potion Master and pulling him closer. “I think the Headmaster would dislike it very much if he found out about your exhibitionism.”

Harry leaned down to lick his Professor’s earlobe, feeling him shudder, he whispered in the ear. “Anything we have to say to the former Headmaster will fall on deaf ears. I’m afraid he has passed on.”

Severus leaned back away from Harry looking at him curiously. “And you would know how?”

“The Headmaster suffers from a heart condition and he over strained himself. Poppy was not surprised at all. I appointed McGonagall to the position.”

Severus sneered, but moved closer, “Another Gryffindor to rule the school.” He bit into Harry’s neck eliciting a moan and thrust from the boy. “As if the last one did not do enough damage.” He licked the reddened skin and placed a small kiss.

Draco chimed in, “Bloody school loves Gryffindors.” He moved behind Severus to pay attention to the other side of the Potions Master’s neck.

“I believe the previous Headmaster,” gasp, “was from your house, Professor.” Harry melted into the solid form of his shocked Professor and kissed his neck.

“What do you mean exactly, Potter?” Draco looked over Severus’ shoulder to ask.

“I mean Dumbledore was Slytherin and a very good one I might add, if his scheming is the example.” Harry pulled Severus back to him. “There will be an announcement during lunch.” Harry resumed his ministrations on Severus’ neck and the man seemed to give in as Draco resumed his attentions as well.

A loud booming voice echoed throughout the castle ripping frustrated moans from the threesome, “All students and staff please come to the Great Hall. It is mandatory that all persons attend.” McGonagall’s voice doused the heated blood of the three and they pulled apart to head to the Great Hall.

The atmosphere was somber throughout the castle. Few people sported dry eyes. But the people that did have dry eyes were of a select group, the people who knew the truth. Harry sat in Gryffindor Tower contemplating the defeat that told him he was a little out of his element.

“What is it young Owner?” Godric asked as he floated down from his portrait.

“I am not ready to fight a war. Dumbledore trained me to kill one person, not lead an army.” Harry ran an agitated hand through his hair. “I mean he trained me to cast one curse on a clear day or night, but not to defend myself against multiple opponents, under harsh conditions. I mean Luna and Nev have some talent but we didn’t know exactly what to do with it.”

“Well, what do you think went wrong the other night exactly?”

“I wish I could pinpoint it, but I can’t; it just seems like we didn’t know how to work together.”

“Young Owner—”

“Harry.”

“Harry, do you know how to withdraw a memory for a pensieve?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Please do so for the memory of that night.” Harry placed his wand to his temple and pulled out the silvery strand attached to the tip of his wand. Godric floated over and let the silvery memory absorb into his translucent figure and closed his eyes. After a few moments with his eyes closed, he reopened them with a slight smile for Harry.

“You say you are about to graduate?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Considering you were fighting against some very dark spells being casted, you did very well. Who has trained these people thus far?”

“I did, for the past three years. We haven’t had a very good record of defense teachers. Some fri-, some people thought I could help, because I had a near death experience every year and won the tri-wizard tournament.”

Godric looked impressed, “The tri-wizard competition is a very trying trial. I did not realize they let underage wizards compete?”

“They don’t. Just another adventure in the near death of Harry Potter. Boy-Who-Lived.” Harry accepted back the dangling wisp and let it seep back into his head.

“You would have had no problem had this school not went to ruin so long ago. You would have been pitted against several different types of magical creatures and defense would not be only one class but several. You must change this school back to its former standards, but for now I know someone who can help.”

Harry looked hopeful but confused. “You have been dead for lifetimes, who could you possibly recommend?”

“I was human. No human lives forever, but there are others that do. Send an owl to Abra Maxin Arim. You will have your instructor. Explain your situation well; he will not come if he believes you part of the “human” problem. Poetters are very arrogant.”

“A Poetter!” Harry was shocked, “I am a Poetter by heritage.”

“No one is a Poetter by heritage, you are one or you are not. If you are, then, you are more powerful than you know. Sign the missive with a drop of blood, that will bring him to you.”

“Thank you, Sir. We could use all the help we can get. Muggle-borns aren’t safe with this mad man on the loose.”

Godric opened his eyes wide, “Muggle-borns go to this school?”

“Yes, sir. They are most prominent in your house. Historically you have been a supporter of them. That is what we have been told.”

“That young man is rubbish. I only support them being able to interact with the magical community, but Hogwarts was not meant for muggleborns. We had too many magical creatures that they were not strong enough to compete with in the curriculum.” Godric shook his head as it seemed he happened on a point, “That must be why this school has changed so. Oh, young Harry, you must rectify this.” Godric looked desperate.

“I don’t understand, Slytherin was against educating muggleborns.”

“No, We agreed that muggleborns be taught separately because they could never fully integrate into our world. Hogwarts were for magicals that used magic for everything and lived a primary magical life, not those that straddled the fence, like muggleborns. They could not compete at the original Hogwarts, but that has changed, has it not?”

“Yes, the top student of our year is a muggleborn. She is brilliant and strong, although misguided.” Harry frowned every time he thought of Hermione’s betrayal.

“That would not have been possible in the Hogwarts me and the other founders created. We had a rigid curriculum of defense classes, home classes, various magic type classes. And with a school full of vampires, were-animals, veela, incubi, succubae, and any other creature with enough magical ability, muggleborns just could not compete.”

Harry sat stunned. “My mother was muggleborn, Hogwarts was where they met.” Harry was saddened that if Hogwarts had been what the founders had envisioned then he would not have existed.

“Harry, I can tell just looking at you that your mother was not spawned from muggle magic, maybe a long line of squibs or low-magical creature, but not muggle magic. It taints the magical aura. Yours is pure silver, I would at least see specks of white. You are a pure magical, Harry.”

“My mother wasn't muggle-born?” Harry whispered more to himself than Godric, so the ghost stayed silent. Harry couldn’t believe this information. “What is muggle magic?”

“Magic is divided in to two forms muggle and mage. Mage magic is where magical creatures and pureblood wizards and witches come from. Muggle magic is the magic found attached to every regular human’s soul. Witches and wizards that come from that magic have a larger amount and can do extraordinary things, but it never matches that which can be accessed by a pureblood.”

“But Hermione is at the top of our class.”

“What subjects do you take?”

“Well Hermione takes extra electives, but there is potions, arithemancy, astronomy, ancient runes, divination, transfiguration, charms, herbology, muggle studies, history of magic, care of magical creatures, and defense against the dark arts.”

“I see. That would be very easy for a muggle born to be the best at. In fact that is the education outline for muggle borns, but we had things like defense against creatures, various fighting styles defense classes that merged your magic and physical strength, blood magic, sex magic, necromancy, muggle survival, general survival, telepathy, healing, broomless flying, dimensional shifting, transportation classes, and many others. It all depended on your specific talents. We are a world full of magical talent. To limit this school, to cater to muggle magic, is a tragedy. You must fix this!”

“I would love to, but how?”

“Your new Headmaster will know how, but I can’t say it will be easy. You’re young Harry; you have time.”

“I’ll try, but from the history books, it has been a long time since any but humans have come to this school. How would we even recruit or fine students from other backgrounds?”

“That, Young Owner, is easily rectified. Simply tell Hogwarts her doors are open to all again. The castle will do the rest.”

Harry did as Godric said and felt a pulse throughout the castle as it spread past the borders of the school grounds and into the earth itself. It was a beacon of sorts and Harry knew that the school he knew before was about to change, drastically.
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