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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 15
The Serpent Awakens: Part 1
(Gilderoy Lockhart)
July 31, 1992-Diagon Alley
Warning: Lemon, Character Death

          “Ah, Mr. Potter. Welcome back to the Leaky Cauldron,” The innkeeper known as Tom smiled and greeted the young wizard as he appeared in the fireplace. Harry brushed off the soot and stepped out of the fireplace as Lily appeared right next to him. Augusta and Neville had already used the Floo to travel there, and as soon as Harry was clear from the fireplace Alice appeared to join their group. When they got together, Tom motioned them to a table, asking: “Can I get you four something before you begin your shopping?”
          “Just some tea for the four of us, please,” Augusta responded, taking a seat at the table. The other three joined her as she continued. “We have a long day ahead of us, after all.”
          “Of course, Dowager Longbottom,” Tom graciously bowed and summoned four cups of hot tea to their table. As Harry picked up his cup and sipped it, Tom said to them. “It’s going to be crowded in the Alley today. Gilderoy Lockhart is supposed to be at Flourish and Blotts today and tomorrow signing copies of his new book.”
          “Yes, we know,” Augusta said to the innkeeper. “We read it in the Daily Prophet this morning. We’ll try to avoid the crowd when we do our shopping.”
          “That may be difficult, ma’am,” Tom replied, glancing over to Harry, who was sitting next to Neville. “Now that everyone knows who you are, Mr. Potter, it will be quite difficult for you to move around the Alley without being mobbed. It might be prudent for all of you to get an early start before the Alley gets too busy.”
          “We’ll do that, we’re just waiting for three more people to join us before we start our day,” Augusta replied, hoping that Tom would stop talking to them, as Harry, Neville, and Alice were all still tired from being woken up just an hour before. Augusta had gotten them all up and ready, nearly stuffing a quick breakfast down their throat before they came here. It was still pretty early in the day, so the inn was empty for the most part. As for who they were waiting for; they didn’t have to wait too much longer, as Parvati Patil emerged from the fireplace in a blaze, followed next by Padma, and then Divia. The three Patil witches all bowed before their master Harry before greeting the Longbottom family. They all took a seat close to Harry as Tom summoned three more cups of tea for the Patils. As they took their first sips, Augusta looked at Divia and asked, “Have you given any more thought to where you might want to work?”
          “Yes, I thought I might talk to Madam Malkin about a part-time position as a seamstress there,” Divia answered Augusta, slightly yawning as she and her daughters also had an early start. “Before marrying Jinder, I was quite skilled in sewing and had Malkin’s eye with some of my earlier designs. I can only hope that she remembers that when I go talk with her later today. That is, if it is alright with you, Master.”
          Harry smiled and nodded to her, knowing that the one of the reasons she was yawning was because of the late night fucking he gave her and her daughters. However, while he was glad that Divia was seeking employment, he was also sad about it as well, because he knew that meant that he wouldn’t be able to have as much fun with her as he wanted too, even with him returning to Hogwarts in a month. Unfortunately, Augusta had been adamant about Divia getting a job for the past several months. Divia herself didn’t want to work, as she thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by her now twelve-year-old master. She was secretly hoping that she would get pregnant from him, but unfortunately, the days Harry had visited her never lined up with her most fertile days.
          The seven of them finished their tea and got up from the table, making their way to the back exit. Before leaving, Augusta paid Tom for the tea and nodded her thanks to the middle-aged innkeeper. Tom smiled and returned the nod and said to all of them, “Have a pleasant day in the Alley.”
          After Augusta opened the entrance to Diagon Alley, they all saw a small crowd of witches standing outside of Flourish and Blotts, apparently waiting for the book store to open and to swoon over Lockhart. Shaking his head and smiling, Harry followed the Longbottoms towards Gringotts with the Patils closely following him, as if they knew that they couldn’t walk in front of their master in public. As they headed towards the bank, Harry noticed that they were very few children in the Alley, and the ones that were, were half sleepwalking around following their parents or being dragged by them. Harry and Neville both chuckled at seeing this, but as soon as they passed by Flourish and Blotts, their eyes locked onto three females standing to the side of the building. From the looks of it, Harry could tell they were a mother and two daughters, and for the strangest reason, neither Harry nor Neville could keep their eyes off of them. All three had shining long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and dressed in rags that looked like the ones Harry saw Dobby wear, though they clearly knew how to wear them. The mother was very tall, at least six-feet tall or more, towering over many of the witches that were waiting for the book store to open, and she looked like she had feathers around her body. The oldest daughter looked like she was about two or three years older than the boys, and had an air of confidence about her, even though she was wearing rags as clothing. The youngest daughter looked like she was a year or two younger than Harry and Neville, and was holding her mother by the waist, frightened by all the people around them. However, the three looked directly at Harry as he passed by them and gave him a smile.
          “Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom!” Augusta snapped at them, having the boys nearly trip over themselves after having Augusta’s voice snap them out of their daze. “It’s quite rude for you two to stare at those witches, even if they are of Veela ancestry.”
          “They’re Veela?” Neville looked up at his grandmother and then looked back at them. As soon as Harry heard that, he instantly understood why both he and Neville were being drawn to them. Their allure, even though contained to a short distance, was drawing Harry and Neville to them.
          “Why are they dressed like that?” Harry asked, obviously concerned with why they were not wearing normal clothing.
          “Do you see the collars, Master?” Divia pointed at their necks, and Harry saw that they did indeed wear bronze collars with a golden “L” attached to each of them. “They’re slaves, and I suspect that their master could be Gilderoy Lockhart himself. However, I don’t know why he would have slaves and why he would have them wear rags in public.”
          “We will probably have a chance to ask him unless we get a move on. As Harry and Neville are both Heirs to their houses, and the goblins within Gringotts take that quite seriously,” Augusta said, pushing the two boys towards the large white building. Harry gave one last look at the three blonde-haired females before leaving the area and heading to Gringotts, and from what he could tell, they didn’t like being dressed like they were and being looked at by everybody else.
          A few minutes later, Harry was standing in front of the tall desk of the head goblin of Gringotts, with the Patil witches standing behind him, as he said: “I, Heir Harry James Potter of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, wish to enter my trust vault along with Divia Patil, Padma Patil, and Parvati Patil, whom I give my permission to enter with me.”
          “Very well, Heir Potter,” Balrog looked down from his desk and smiled a toothy grin. “Please present your key and I’ll summon a goblin to take you to your vault.”
          Soon after, Harry and the Patils stood in front of his trust vault as the goblin assigned to him opened the door to it and all three Patil witches gasped at seeing how much gold Harry had in one of his vaults. Smiling, Harry entered as the goblin handed him several coin bags to fill and even when Harry filled enough to supply himself, Padma, and Parvati with their school items and then some, there was barely a dent into what was inside of Harry’s trust vault. Harry even filled two bags for Divia, just in case she didn’t get the job at Madam Malkin’s, which Harry decided was going to be their next stop.
          Back in the main lobby, Harry and the Patils rejoined the Longbottoms as Neville had gotten the coins he needed for buying his supplies and were just about to leave when he noticed Daphne Greengrass enter the bank along with her parents and her little sister. All four of them had blonde hair, though the father’s hair looked slightly darker than the rest. The father was obviously taller than his family but compared to Harry and Neville with how much they grown, he was only a half a foot taller than the boys. The mother was dressed in an elegant dress, almost like she was going to, or had just came from, a formal event. Dressed in a Victorian blue/green gown, she walked with the poise like she was royalty, with her long blonde hair pinned up in a bun. As for Daphne and her younger sister, they were dressed less formally than their mother, but they both wore dresses that covered most of their attractive bodies. Daphne did, however, have her Slytherin cape on her, and as they reached Harry’s group, the girl who had gotten the reputation of ‘Ice Queen’ smiled at Harry.
          “Dowager Longbottom, Heir Longbottom, Mrs. Longbottom, and Heir Potter, we bid you a very good morning,” The father said to them, the entire Greengrass family bowing respectively to them. Harry, Neville, Alice, and Augusta returned the bow, with Divia, Padma, and Parvati stepping back and keeping their heads down. The Patils knew already that as slaves to the House of Potter, the proper etiquette for them was to keep their heads down and not engage in conversation with other Houses unless their master allows it. This of course did not include Hogwarts, as Harry had already given his permission to Padma and Parvati to talk to whomever they wanted to, as long as they didn’t reveal what he’s been doing to them. After Harry had raised his head back up from bowing, the father continued. “Forgive me, I am Lord Byron Greengrass of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass, and with me is my wife, Lady Alexandra, as well as my daughters, Heiress Daphne and Astoria.”
          “We are honored to receive such a welcome, Lord Greengrass,” Augusta responded formally. “However, we do have a long day planned for us, so I do apologize, but we must be off.”
          “Of course, Dowager Longbottom,” Lord Greengrass said with a nod. “However, before you leave, I wonder if I might invite all of you to a late brunch later. I would very much like to have a private conversation regarding several issues with you, Dowager Longbottom, as well as you two, Heir Potter and Heir Longbottom. We have a standing reservation in the Leaky Cauldron for private meetings and dining if you are interested.”
          Harry and the Longbottoms all looked at each other, curious as to what Lord Greengrass wanted with them. Even Lily had to admit that this seemed to be odd, as the Potters and the Longbottoms had rarely done business with the Greengrass family, or at least to her memory. After quietly chatting among each other, Augusta looked back at Greengrass and said, “We would be honored to accept your invitation to a late brunch, Lord Greengrass. What time shall we arrive?”
          “We shall expect you around 4:00. Until then, we bid you a good day,” Lord Greengrass answered and bowed, his wife and daughters bowing after. Harry and the Longbottoms returned the bow and they went on their separate ways.
          They left Gringotts and headed for Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions, as Divia was going to talk to Malkin about a job, and Harry had to be there as to verify that she was allowed to seek employment outside of her servitude. While they were there, Harry and Neville decided to get their robes and school clothes redone as they had grown significantly, and their clothes were barely fitting them now. About an hour or so later, Harry and company exited the shop with a pleased expression on Augusta’s face as Divia was hired by Malkin to work in her shop. As they exited, they noticed that Flourish and Blotts was packed inside with lines of witches and a few students outside of the book store waiting to get inside. Harry and the Longbottoms quickly decided not to go there next.
          After visiting places like Ollivanders’ to pick up some wand polish, Magical Menagerie for some treats for Hedwig and Trevor, Quality Quidditch Supplies for Harry to get some equipment for his broom, and finally, Slug and Jiggers Apothecary to replenish their potion ingredients as well as buy some potions to refill what they had used in their magical suitcase homes, and having Divia buying anti-pregnancy potions just in case, they finally had to deal with the crowd over by and inside of Flourish and Blotts.
          “Oi, aren’t you Harry Potter?” a teenage witch at the end of the line turned and smiled. “I’ve seen you around school last year, but I never got a chance to say ‘hi’. I’m Tonks.”
          “Hello, Tonks,” Harry smiled back and shook her hand. Tonks smiled wider as she nudged herself an inch closer to Harry, her 5’8” frame swaying a bit. Harry noticed that Tonks had shoulder-length pink hair, dark brown eyes, and a very tiny figure. If she didn’t have a boyfriend, Harry had to wonder why. However, there was something else Harry had to ask her. “Is it just ‘Tonks’?”
          “No, but I rather not say what my first name is,” Tonks replied. “I’m actually not in line, by the way, so you can go ahead. I’m just waiting for Madam Bones to finish her shopping with her niece. She’s just inside the bookstore.”
          “Ah, you must be beginning to train to become an Auror,” Alice spoke up, nodding her approval. “Who has Amelia picked for you to be trained under?”
          “I don’t know yet, Mrs. Longbottom,” Tonks smiled at her. “Though I hope that it’s ol’ Mad-Eye Moody.”
          Both Harry and Neville looked at each other, wondering who this Mad-Eye Moody was, when Susan Bones emerged from the bookstore squealing in delight as she carried a huge stack of books. Behind her, a tall, middle-aged, red-greyish haired woman emerged from the crowd wearing a royal black robe and a monocle, carrying a poise about her that told Harry that she was not someone you wanted on your bad side. Both Susan and this witch made their way towards the Longbottoms, Harry, and the Patils, as Tonks walked over to join Susan and the stern-faced witch.
          “Greetings, Heir Potter and Heir Longbottom. I am Madam Amelia Bones, Head of Magical Law Enforcement. I am quite pleased to meet you both,” Madam Bones greeted the two boys with a small nod and smile. She then looked at both Longbottom ladies, and the Patils, before returning her gaze to Harry and said. “You should know, Heir Potter, that I firmly disagree with the ownership of wizards and witches as property. However, with that being said, I have to say that I am impressed with your treatment of them.”
          “Thank you, Madam Bones,” Harry smiled at her, though at that moment a skinny thick bearded man came out of the bookstore carrying a huge old-style camera and ran right up to Harry and grabbed him by his collar, pulling him straight through the crowd into the bookstore, “Hey, let go of me!”
          “Sorry, young man, but this is for the Daily Prophet!” The man practically shouted as he pulled Harry through the scores of witches who were waiting in line. Before Harry knew it, he was standing in front of a tall, blonde curly haired man wearing an outlandish beige/golden suit with tassels and a bushy purple tie. The man, obviously amused with himself, smiled widely as the bearded man positioned Harry to stand next to him. To Harry, there was no question that this was Gilderoy Lockhart.
          “Ladies and gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is for me,” Lockhart exclaimed as he pulled Harry tighter towards him. “When I heard young Harry was in the Alley today, I knew that all of you will get a chance to see two heroes in the flesh standing side-by-side!”
          A very loud cheer and applause came from the large group in front of them. However, Lily, who had been watching the entire time, was not happy that Lockhart was using her son to shine the spotlight further upon himself. The Longbottoms, Patils, and both Madam Bones and her niece Susan, with Tonks following them, had all managed to squeeze themselves inside the bookstore with large frowns on their faces, displeased at Harry being pulled into the bookstore against his will. Harry tried to pull himself away from the pompous wizard, but the man just pulled Harry closer to him as the bearded man kept taking pictures.
          “Come on, Harry, give everyone a nice, big smile,” Lockhart winked at him, gesturing to the large crowd. “After all, you and I just might rate the front page for the rest of the week.”
          “Let go of me!” Harry said slowly, but quite angrily. The ground in the bookstore began to shake, but Lockhart had everyone listening to his every word to the point that they ignored the shaking underneath them.
          “I’m sure you are all shocked to see such a person like young Harry here, just waiting in line for my autobiography ‘Magical Me’,” Lockhart nearly crowed, as Harry’s anger grew from being held by this man, who was still not aware that the ground below him was shaking. “Which incidentally is celebrating it’s 27^th week on the Daily Prophet’s Best Seller list. Well, I bet our young Mr. Potter here had no idea that he will be leaving here with my entire collected works, free of charge!”
          Another large cheer and applause erupted from the crowd, although Harry began noticing that several of them, most notably males, were not clapping at all. Lockhart noticed this too apparently, and he turned his smile into a quick frown and looked at three females standing just to his back left with an intense glare. The three females shuddered in fear and nodded quickly to Lockhart, and within the next few moments, the men had cheered as well. Harry now knew that these Veela witches were Lockhart’s slaves, and by the way the were looking at him, Harry could tell that they didn’t like it.
          “It is also fortuitous that Mr. Potter is here, so I can make this announcement,” Lockhart boasted as a large stack of books landed on the table right in front of Harry. “I am pleased to state that I will be taking the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year!”
          Another loud applause erupted as Lockhart smiled widely at the adoration he was receiving. Harry finally managed to get free from Lockhart’s grasp at that moment and moved into the crowd, picking up the books he received as he left. However, his anger had reached a boiling point, and when he rejoined the Longbottoms and the Patils, a small smile emerged on his face as in that instant, a stone pillar shot up from where Lockhart was standing and caught the blonde-haired wizard by his jacket shooting him up all the way to the ceiling. As Lockhart struggled, the sound of fabric tearing was heard, and when Harry turned his head, he saw Lockhart holding his hands behind his pants as he was now back on the ground again. Harry didn’t see how Lockhart had got himself down, but with the way the male students were looking at the pompous wizard, Harry knew it had to have been funny.
          “Now see here, Mr. Potter,” Lockhart stormed over to him, still holding his hands over his ass. “You have no right to use magic like that. I should report you to the Ministry, and…”
          “A Ministry official is already here, Mr. Lockhart,” Bones stepped into Lockhart’s field of vision with a very stern look on her face. “And seeing that Mr. Potter was pulled into here against his will, it’s clear to me that he acted accordingly in self-defense. Also, while you are going to Hogwarts as a professor, I need to remind you that using your slaves to influence the students there is against Hogwarts and Ministry policy.”
          Lockhart stammered as he waved his arms around revealing his purple underwear with red hearts to anyone who was standing behind him, causing slight giggles and laughter from the people behind him. “I assure you, Madam Bones, that I have no need to use their talents here or anywhere else,” Lockhart told her, trying to sound sincere. “However, after talking to Professor Dumbledore yesterday, and even though it is my right to bring them to Hogwarts with me, I have decided that until such time as I need them, the Delacours will return to their home in Paris and live their lives normally. I’m sure that you are aware that Fleur has been attending Beauxbatons and her Headmistress, Madam Maxine, has sung her praises about her.”
          “Very well, Mr. Lockhart, but be aware that I will be checking on your teaching skills from time to time,” Madam Bones frowned at Lockhart, and then looked at Harry. “Mr. Potter, when you have time, I would very much like to have a conversation with you regarding the marriage contract to Ginevra Weasley. I’ll be right outside with my niece and Nymphadora Tonks whenever you are ready to leave.”
          Harry nodded, and Madam Bones turned and made her way through the crowd to exit the book store. Harry was about to do the same, but Lockhart placed his hand on Harry’s right shoulder and said, “I had no right to assume that you would want to have your picture taken with me, Mr. Potter. I do sincerely apologize for forcing you to this position.”
          “Very well, Mr. Lockhart,” Harry turned his head to Lockhart and nodded to the man. “I accept your apology, and I will look forward to reading your books. Good day, Mr. Lockhart.”
          Lockhart released Harry and went back behind the desk to begin signing autographs, emitting a girlish squeal after hearing Harry say that he would read his books. However, Harry did tell a bit of a lie, as he was only looking forward to reading Lockhart’s books because they were required for school this year, although Harry still had to wonder why.
          Making his way to the exit carrying his new books, Harry moved through the crowd, with the Longbottoms and the Patils following him. A moment later, though, Harry got yanked by his arm by a red-headed boy that Harry didn’t recognize right away. As Harry heard his books drop to the ground, he noticed that the boy was Ron Weasley.
          “Merlin, I’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to make you drop your books, “Ron said quickly, letting Harry’s arm go and quickly ran over to pick up Harry’s books. As Ron was doing this, Harry noticed that the rest of the Weasley children were watching this occurring, with Fred and George making mock kissing sounds towards their kid brother. Behind the twins, their little sister Ginny was bashfully staring at Harry who was sighing at Ron in frustration. Neville emerged from the crowd soon after that, followed by Padma, Parvati, and the rest of their group, all of them now watching what Ron was doing.
          “Excuse me Ron, but why are you picking up Harry’s books?” Neville asked, and as soon as Padma and Parvati realized this, snatched the books out of Ron’s arms.
          “Hey, watch it!” Ron stood up, glaring at Padma and Parvati. He then turned to Neville and said. “I made Harry drop his books accidently, so it’s only right that I pick them up for him.”
          Harry shook his head, frowning at the young red-head, when another boy who annoyed Harry walked down the stairs of Flourish and Blotts and got right into Harry’s face.
          “Bet you love that, didn’t you, Potter?” Draco Malfoy sneered right into Harry’s face. “Famous Harry Potter; can’t even go into a book shop without having a fan wait on him hand and foot.”
          “Lay off, Malfoy,” Harry glared back at him, unaware that the Weasley clan, Neville, Padma, and Parvati got behind him. “I’ve got nothing to prove to the likes of you.”
          “You think you’re better than me, don’t you Potter?” Malfoy fired back at him, stepping back as he saw the group surrounding Harry. “I like to see you try something when it’s just you and me.”
          Harry was about to say something, but an attractive woman walked into the store and stood behind Malfoy. She was a tall witch with long black and blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a long black dress with silver strands across the arms and lower skirt. As she looked down at Malfoy, she smiled at Harry, “Are you behaving yourself, Draco?”
          “Come now, Narcissa. Let the boy have his fun,” A long, silvery blonde-haired man walked behind the witch and over to Harry. The man, who was just as tall as Narcissa, had pale skin, blue eyes and walked with a cane, though it didn’t look like he needed it. Smiling, he offered his free hand to Harry. “Harry Potter, so delighted to meet you at last. Lucius Malfoy, at your service.”
          Harry shook the man’s hand, cautiously keeping his eyes locked on all three of them. However, a moment later, Lucius pulled Harry closer to him and used his cane, which had a silver snake on top of it, to pull a crop of Harry’s hair up and reveal his scar to Lucius.
          “Forgive me, but your scar is legend,” Lucius stared, oblivious to Harry’s discomfort. “As is the wizard who gave it to you.”
          “Lord Malfoy, please release Harry right this minute,” Augusta stated as she and Alice finally emerged from the crowd. Lily herself was quietly watching this with intense anger in her eyes. Lucius released Harry and stepped back next to his son and smiled widely to the entire group.
          “Dowager Longbottom, how delightful to see you outside of the Ministry,” Lucius smirked at her, looking at Alice and Neville as he did so. He then turned his attention to the Weasley children and frowned a bit. “Let’s see here: red hair, blank expressions, second-hand clothes, and dirty faces. You children must be the Weasleys.”
          Harry noticed the way Lucius looked down upon all of the Weasley children, and while Harry didn’t like Ron, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and his siblings. At that moment, though, Arthur Weasley, a pale skinned, red-haired man walked into the bookstore and got between Lucius and Harry, staring directly at the long blonde-haired man.
          “Ah, Weasley senior,” Lucius smirked even more at the man who stood in front of him. “It’s a busy time at the Ministry for you, Arthur, with all of those extra raids. I do hope that they’re paying you overtime, but by the condition of your children’s clothes, I sincerely doubt it.”
          “I had nine raids on wizarding houses last night alone, Lucius,” Arthur retorted, tightening his fists and glaring at the taller man. “Most of them were pureblood families. So, I would be careful with what you might have inside your house.”
          “Really, a blood-traitor like you dares to threaten me?” Lucius glared back at him. “Let me remind you, Arthur, you are considered by many to be a disgrace to the name of wizard. You shouldn’t even be allowed in my presence.”
          “We have a very different idea on what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy,” Arthur stated. “And calling me a blood-traitor just because I choose to interact with Muggles is preposterous!”
          Harry almost smiled as Arthur stood his ground against Lucius, forcing the taller man to back away from him. However, Lily was watching Draco as he was taking advantage of his father and Arthur Weasley staring down one another and everyone paying attention to it. Draco was slowly moving over to where Ginny was and apparently dropped something into her rusted cauldron. Lily couldn’t see what it was, but Ginny was completely unaware to what Draco did, as she had her eyes glued to Harry, not caring about what Draco did or what anybody else was doing for that matter. Lily moved closer to where Ginny was, and all she saw was a couple of books inside of her cauldron. Looking over to where Draco now was, she had to wonder what that was all about.
          Lucius smiled as he noticed that Draco had returned to his mother’s side, and with a short nod to Arthur he said, “I’ll see you at work.”
          Lucius then turned on his heel and brazenly walked out of the store with Draco smirking into Harry’s face, saying: “See you at school,” He then turned and followed his father, not noticing that his mother looked at Harry for a few moments before following them out of the bookstore.
          “I’m glad that Hermione wasn’t here for that,” Neville whispered to Harry after a short while. “The Malfoy family are notorious for pureblood supremacy, and as bad as Draco is to Hermione, I’ve heard that Lucius is ten times worse.”
          Harry nodded understanding what Neville had said, although he had to guess that Lucius was that much of an asshole. Harry then glanced over to Lily who was still keeping her eyes locked on Draco as he walked away with his parents. “Is something wrong, Mum?” He walked over to her and asked.
          “I don’t know yet, Harry,” Lily answered, finally breaking off her eye contact with the blonde-haired boy. She then looked at Harry and motioned to the exit. “We should wait outside while Neville and the girls get their books for school.”
          Nodding, Harry grabbed his books and went outside with his mother and joined up with Madam Bones, Susan, and Tonks. Once he did, Madam Bones nodded respectively to Harry as Harry placed his books on the ground and pulled his wand out from his holster. He then cast a shrinking spell on the books and when they were small enough he placed them inside one of the empty coin pouches he had. After he did that, he finally turned his attention towards Madam Bones.
          “My apologies, Madam Bones,” Harry said to the Ministry witch. “As you could see, I was delayed by the Weasley family and the Malfoy family.”
          “Understandable, given the fact that neither family likes the other,” Madam Bones responded, nodding understandably. “The Weasleys have been considered by many pureblood families to be traitors to our kind for their openly accepting the Muggle world. Because of this, they have lost all political standing with the Ministry and the Wizengamot, and most of the purebloods choose not to do business with the Weasley family unless it truly benefits them.”
          Harry nodded, feeling a little more sorry for the Weasley family. “I don’t understand, though. Why isn’t it okay to accept the Muggle world? Don’t we use many items that Muggles use?”
          “Yes, magically enhanced, but we do use many items that were in fact created originally by Muggles,” Madam Bones stated with a smile. “It may even surprise you that I own a fascinating devise called a television. Of course, I hope that you will keep that to yourself, Heir Potter. Now, as for the Malfoys, you should know that they are strict followers of the old ways, being that they are willing to do whatever it takes to ensure blood purity among our kind. They also have enough political clout in the Ministry and the Wizengamot to ensure any purebloods and half-bloods that support their beliefs get first crack at top-tier jobs. However, that does not stop muggleborns from getting jobs, though if wizards like Lucius Malfoy gets their way, then they would get the very worst jobs imaginable.”
          “Isn’t that preposterous?” Harry asked. “I mean, all of these purebloods can’t possibly hate Muggles and muggleborns that much, can they?”
          “I’m afraid so, Heir Potter, even though I find it to be total hypocrisy,” Madam Bones replied, looking at Harry’s bewildered face. “If you understand our history, then even our oldest pureblood families would find that they are indeed descended from Muggles. Even Merlin, who’s myth is known as to be a child of the earth, was rumored to marry a muggle, and fathered the fabled Perevell clan. Now, if there is nothing else, I would very much like to discuss your marriage contract to Ginevra Weasley.”
          “Okay, but I would like to state that this contract was made against my wishes,” Harry said to the Ministry witch. “Because of that, Dowager Longbottom did request a meeting with the Wizengamot to try to get it rescinded.”
          “Of this I am well aware of, Heir Potter,” Madam Bones frowned, looking back into the bookstore at Augusta. “However, I need to advise her not to continue, as both the Chief Warlock and the Minister of Magic simply have too much power within the Wizengamot to even consider to bring the subject of a marriage contract into dispute. Also, as she is the current Regent of House Longbottom, she has no right to openly dispute such a contract, as she does not hold a claim over House Potter or House Weasley. I know that this is not what you want to hear, but it’s best that you wait until you become a lord. On that day, Heir Potter, you may bring up a challenge to the Wizengamot about it and be assured that I will back your claim if and when you choose to do so.”
          “I don’t understand, Madam Bones,” Harry looked at her with respect. “If both Dumbledore and Minister Fudge have enough power to overturn anything Dowager Longbottom can bring up, then what hope do I have to overturn this marriage contract, and why would you help me do so.”
          “The Potter and the Longbottom families are the two of the oldest families in the wizarding world, but one family alone cannot contend against the full might of the Wizengamot, no matter how ancient and noble they are,” Madam Bones explained. “The voting power behind the House of Potter, however has enough influence to counter the entire Wizengamot, including the Chief Warlock and the Minister. With your voting power combined with the Longbottoms can easily defeat any motion that Albus and Cornelius might use for their own needs.
          “As for why I want to help you, Heir Potter, is based on several reasons,” She turned back to look at him. “While most of those reasons I am not prepared to reveal to you at this time, I can tell you that we have a common ally in Thaddeus Prendergast. With that being said, you not having a proper say in who you marry is not something that should have happened, and when it comes time to squash this contract, you can count on my support.”
          “Thank you, Madam Bones,” Harry smiled and bowed to her. “Is there anything else you wish to discuss?”
          “Not at this time, Heir Potter,” Madam Bones returned Harry’s bow. “Will you please inform Dowager Longbottom to expect me in a few days at Longbottom Manor to discuss this with her face to face. Please have a pleasant day, Heir Potter. Come, Susan and Nymphadora. We have other places to go.”
          “Very well, Madam Bones,” Tonks said as the three of them turned and headed towards the store opposite to the bookstore. As they walked away, Susan smiled and winked at Harry, while Tonks’ hair turned bright fiery red as she said to Madam Bones: “If I may say something though, Madam Bones, please don’t call me Nymphadora!”
          Harry almost giggled at hearing Tonks say that but kept himself in check as he waited for the Longbottoms and the Patils to finish their shopping inside of the bookstore. While waiting, Harry looked at all of the people walking back and forth throughout Diagon Alley. While most of them were wizards and witches doing their shopping for themselves, he did noticed Muggles walking with their children doing their school shopping as well, one of them being the Thomas family and Neville’s and Harry’s good friend Dean. He did notice a tiny blonde-haired boy holding a large camera taking pictures of the entire alley with his mother trying to calm him down and his father walking a few steps behind them. Curious, Harry paid close attention to the father who was holding a pocket watch and waving it around. He was paying so much attention to his watch, he didn’t realize that his son and wife turned to head toward Ollivander’s. However, the father smiled as he looked up and saw another Muggle family walking towards him and turning towards Flourish and Blotts, the one family Harry had hoped to see sooner, the Grangers.
          “Harry!” Hermione exclaimed as she ran up and hugged him tightly. Harry had to gasp out a breath of air as Hermione almost jumped into Harry as she hugged him, but as soon as he could, wrapped his arms around her just as tightly as she did with him. Lily smiled as she saw this happening and looked to see Hermione’s parents walk up to them, not noticing that Harry and Hermione kissing each other on the cheek. After the Grangers got to them, Harry and Hermione released each other and smiled bashfully. “It’s good to see you. Are Neville, Padma, and Parvati inside the bookstore?”
          “Yes, but it’s very crowded in there,” Harry told her and nodded a greeting to Hermione’s parents. “Ron and his siblings are in there too, including Ginny. I’m sorry about the marriage contract.”
          “Harry, you apologized several times in your letter about it, and twice yesterday during yours and Neville’s party,” Hermione said; frowning a bit at hearing Ron was inside the bookstore. Glancing into the book store, Hermione added. “Is it true? Gilderoy Lockhart is signing autographs inside? I read a little bit about him, and he’s a famous wizard.”
          “You shouldn’t believe everything you read, Hermione,” Harry told her, frowning at her. “He’s going to be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, and he’s got three Veela with him inside.”
          “He does? Why?” Hermione glanced into the bookstore harder.
          “They’re his slaves, and I think he’s using them to influence the crowd inside,” Harry said, glancing inside the bookstore as well. “You and your parents need to be careful when you go to meet him.”
          Hermione nodded, and looked to her parents, as her mother motioned her to go inside. “I’ll see you soon, Harry,” Hermione smiled as she went into the bookstore, with her mother following, nodding to Harry and smiling. Hermione’s father looked towards the father with the pocket watch before entering the bookstore following his wife and daughter. After the Grangers left, Harry wondered if the two fathers knew each other.
          Nearly an hour later, the Longbottoms and the Patils finished their shopping inside of Flourish and Blotts, and after relaying what Madam Bones wanted him to tell Augusta, all of them turned and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron for their brunch with the Greengrass family.
          It was the late afternoon when Tom opened the door to the Greengrass’ private room where Lord Greengrass was standing in front of a large dining table with his wife and two daughters rising from their chairs. As Harry entered, followed by the Longbottoms and the Patils, Lord Greengrass bowed towards the group and the rest of the Greengrass clan followed suit. Harry and the rest of his group returned the bow and were then motioned to their seats. Harry sat to the right of where Lord Greengrass was, opposite to where Lady Greengrass was sitting. Next to Harry was Neville, who was across from Daphne, who kept an emotionless expression on her face. Sitting next to Neville was Alice, and she sat across Astoria, who had a curious look on her face. Finally, Augusta sat on the far end of the table opposite to where Lord Greengrass was sitting. Unfortunately, the Patils were not allowed to join them, as it was customary for slaves not to sit with other Heads of Houses unless they are formally allowed to, so after Harry had sat, he excused them to get something to eat downstairs in main part of the inn. After they had left and closed the door behind them, the two heads of their respective Houses nodded to each other with upmost respect before Lord Greengrass raised his goblet in the air and cleared his throat.
          “A toast,” He said loudly. “To the future lords and ladies of House Greengrass, Longbottom, and Potter. May they have a long life, good health, and vast prosperity. To the Heirs!”
          “To the Heirs!” Everyone repeated and raised their cups, glasses and goblets. Lord Greengrass then took a sip from his goblet, and the others followed his example as Harry suspected that he and the adults had wine as their beverages while Harry and the kids drank pumpkin juice or something like that. After that, the empty plates in front of them were magically filled with food and everyone there began eating.
          While they ate, the adults around the table chatted about the events of the day, most of which Harry wasn’t interested in. They did talk about Gilderoy Lockhart as the new professor at Hogwarts, and Harry noticed that both Lord and Lady Greengrass shared Augusta’s displeasure of that fact. They also chatted about the other Lords and Ladies of other Houses, which to Harry sounded more like idle gossip. Finally, after everyone had nearly finished eating, Lord Greengrass looked over at Harry and said, “Now, Heir Potter, I suspect that you know that the main reason I asked you to join us involves your marriage contract to Ginevra Weasley. However, before I broach this subject further, I must first ask you if we can talk to each other informally.”
          “What does that mean?” Harry asked him, though he had a pretty good idea.
          “It means that you can call me Byron or Mr. Greengrass, if you like, and I can call you Harry or Mr. Potter if you allow me to,” Lord Greengrass said to him, chuckling a bit. “I would prefer it if you call me Byron, if you wish to be informal.”
          “Very well, Byron, and you can call me Harry,” Harry smiled at the man and nodded.
          “Now, Harry, I’m sure you are aware that your magical guardian abused his position as Chief Warlock just to bypass your lordship and get you engaged to a lower-class House,” Byron explained. “He has also received backing from Minister Fudge and most of the Ministry and the Wizengamot. However, in presenting a marriage contract for House Potter, Albus Dumbledore has created an interesting byproduct to this. While you are not yet in position to refute this contract, Harry, you are able to officially create other marriage contracts with other Houses if you wish to do so.”
          “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” Harry almost gaped, glancing over at Lily, who was just as shocked at hearing Byron’s suggest this. “Are you saying that I can marry more than once?”
          “It’s frowned upon even in our world, Harry, but it’s not illegal,” Byron explained. “However, while officially only a lord or lady of a House can initiate a marriage contract with another House, since Dumbledore created one for you, without an official lord or lady for your house I might add, he unintendedly declared you to be a lord without you actually being one. That being said, I bring this information up, so I can persuade you to consider having a marriage contract drawn for yourself and one of my daughters.”
          “Why?” Harry asked respectfully. “I mean, if this is a way to rile up Dumbledore, then I’m in without a doubt. However, if he’s as powerful politically as everyone says, then why are you suggesting that I marry one of your daughters along with marrying Ginny Weasley?”
          “In the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore controls the entire room as Chief Warlock. He can bring up any business he deems appropriate before it and refuse any that does not fit his agenda,” This time, Lady Greengrass spoke. “He also has the political backing of Minister Fudge, Undersecretary Umbridge, and most of the top Ministry officials. Not only that, but many lords and ladies within the Wizengamot back Dumbledore without question. Only the oldest and most noble houses have enough power within the Wizengamot to challenge Dumbledore, and if the three of them unite under even one judgement or vote, Dumbledore’s power would be essentially useless. Those three are the Potters, the Longbottoms, and the Blacks. Unfortunately, Narcissa Malfoy has current control over the Black seats within the Wizengamot, and she and her husband sides with the blood-purists. They don’t usually vote with Dumbledore unless it benefits them, as they tend to keep themselves closed-minded to embracing new ideas.”
          “I find that to be odd for you to say such a thing, Lady Greengrass,” Augusta took a sip from her glass and said. “After all, both you and your husband voted the same way as the Malfoys and the rest of their blood-purist friends.”
          “I assure you, Dowager Longbottom, that while we have mostly voted the same way as the Malfoys in the past, it was only because that our family are traditionalists,” Byron responded. “We’re not against change mind you, as long as it’s slow and doesn’t upset the balance of our world. However, sudden change in our world has caused great tension in the past, and no change at all is just as bad, especially with more and more Muggleborns joining our society. Now, Harry, as for why my wife and I want to arrange a marriage contract with you and one of my daughters is to align ourselves behind House Potter, so we can afford the political protection your House provides. That way, when you gain your lordship, we can openly oppose any agenda or policy brought before the Wizengamot without losing favor with the Ministry or the other Houses that may support it.”
          Harry felt somewhat confused by what Byron had said, but with the way he explained it, Harry had a good understanding of what Byron wanted. “So, with this marriage contract to either Daphne or Astoria, you or your wife can vote the way you want without losing your place in the Wizengamot?” Harry asked Byron, who nodded and smiled. “Okay, but if I understand how this usually works, then what are you offering in return?”
          Byron chuckled and nodded his understanding. “Well, as a traditionalist, you must know that I approved of Dumbledore’s policy recently to have you and Heir Longbottom to follow proper protocol and ethics when the two of you declare your lordships before the Wizengamot,” He told Harry. “What I am offering is to have my daughter Daphne give both you and Heir Longbottom lessons in etiquette while you are at Hogwarts this year. Along with this, she will teach you both what to do and say in front of the Wizengamot when you claim your lordships. Besides all of that, I would like to impart some very interesting information to you if you are interested.”
          Curiously, Harry nodded and Byron continued. “I’m sure that you remember that when you identified yourself as an Heir to Gringotts last year, the goblins had to verify your claim,” He paused a moment making sure Harry understood where he was going. After Harry nodded again, Byron explained more. “Now, I have paid very close attention over the years, as my father and his father before him, and I know that you are an Heir to the House of Black, and you are higher on the lineage than Narcissa Malfoy. Which means that when you declare your lordship, Harry, you will become Lord Potter and Lord Black by right, and Narcissa Malfoy will lose all power over the Black seats within the Wizengamot. There will also be extra benefits to this, as other houses will be begging for your favor, as your vote will most definitely decide any issue or policy within the Wizengamot. I do advise caution, as Narcissa Malfoy will do anything to curry favor with you after she loses her power in the Wizengamot, and she is not a witch to be taken lightly.”
          “I understand, Byron, and thank you for telling me this,” Harry frowned as he thought about the proposal. After a moment, he decided to agree to the arrangement, but he did have one final question to ask him. “Why haven’t you asked Heir Longbottom for this? His family is better suited to handle these political matters right now, after all.”
          “Lord Greengrass and I have reached a partial agreement already, and we are going to continue this further during Christmas with Neville and the other Greengrass daughter before finalizing any contract between our families,” Augusta said, looking over at Neville as she did. “However, this is your decision, Harry, and no matter what you decide, we are behind you completely.”
          Smiling over at Augusta for a moment, Harry looked over at Byron and said: “Very well, Byron, I accept, and I think that it’s best that Daphne and I should be engaged, as we do share the same age.”
          “Thank you, Harry, I will have the papers drawn up and brought to you as soon as possible,” Byron offered his hand to Harry, which he shook before Baron had everyone’s drinks magically refilled and raised his goblet again. “Come, another toast to my daughter Daphne and her soon-to-be fiancé, Harry Potter!”

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Later that very night-Lockhart’s private room

          “You worry too much, Albus.” Lockhart smiled as he sat in his room within the Leaky Cauldron. As he sat there on a velvet purple recliner, Appoline Delacour was on her knees in between Lockhart legs stroking his semi-flaccid dick after he had forced her to swallow his cum. In front of them stood Albus Dumbledore frowning at hearing about Lockhart’s encounter with Madam Bones and Harry Potter. Standing on either side of Lockhart were Fleur and Gabrielle, both naked and sobbing at watching their mother please Lockhart orally. “I played my part beautifully. Nobody suspects anything other than what I told them.”
          Sighing in complete frustration, Dumbledore raised his wand at Lockhart and silently mouthed the word: “Crucio.” Lockhart immediately jerked in pain and screamed silently as he fell out of the chair forcing Appoline to release his dick and pull away from him. After a few more seconds of the Cruiciotus, Dumbledore released the curse off of Lockhart and said calmly, “First of all, Lockhart, only my closest and most respected allies call me by my first name, and you do not qualify. Next, I had advised you repeatedly not to use your Veela slaves on Harry or anyone near him, as his allure has proven to be quite powerful and he would see it as you challenging him. As for Madam Bones, I would advise you to be especially careful around her until you come to Hogwarts. She has become troublesome in the Wizengamot lately, and one of the reasons I had you coming to Hogwarts involves her niece, Susan Bones.”
          Lockhart stood up and buttoned his pants and nodded with a frown. “I understand Headmaster,” He said to Dumbledore. “What shall I do when it comes to Potter?”
          “Nothing,” Dumbledore answered. “Just be the pompous and arrogant self that you are and focus your mental efforts on the young females that are attracted to Harry. Make sure when you teach his class that you mess up any spell you’re doing. You need to distract Potter from my real intentions this year. Oh, before I leave, make sure you erase your slaves’ memories of this meeting. It’s best for all at this time that no one knows that we are meeting.”
          Lockhart smiled and nodded at Dumbledore and said: “I may play the part of a fool, Professor, but I assure you that I am not. Rest assured that they will have no memory of you being here, but before I do, I hope you don’t mind that I have some fun with them first.”
          Keeping his frown on his face, Dumbledore simply nodded and disapperated out of the room. Lockhart, keeping his smile, pulled his pants back down and sat in his chair as he snapped his fingers at all three Delacours. “Now, ladies, where were we?”

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Last week of August-#4 Privet Drive

          As soon as Harry was forced to return back to the Dursleys, he avoided them as much as possible. Not that he was still afraid of them, as even the Dursleys knew at that time that he wasn’t afraid anymore. No, Harry avoided them, so he wouldn’t have to deal with the hate-fueled tactics of Vernon and Marge, and thus be forced to kill them, which at this point was all Harry wanted to do. Even Dudley had gotten much worse as Dudley tried following Harry anywhere he went outside of the house, and when Harry caught him the first time, they ended up fighting each other and Harry beat the crap out of him. That did not stop Dudley from trying to follow Harry the next few times, but each time either ended up with Dudley losing track of Harry or Harry beating Dudley up.
          However, when it came to Petunia, Harry wanted something different. The way Petunia was anytime Harry was around her made Harry want to jump her in front of everybody there. Lily was especially shocked seeing her sister sway her hips and lick her lips seductively at Harry, making sure that no one else saw her do it of course. Harry had to repeatedly explain to Lily that he kept his allure in check as much as possible, but it was clear to both of them that Petunia was strongly affected by it. She would even masturbate in front of Harry whenever it was just the two of them without any persuasion from him, which caused Harry to jack off and cum over her half-naked body. Soon after that, Petunia would begin to beg for Harry to take her. What she didn’t know was that Harry had a plan to grant her request.
          The last Sunday of the month, in the middle of the afternoon, Harry had just finished working out and was jogging back to the Dursley’s home, knowing that Vernon had left the day before on a weekend business trip, which meant that Marge went back to her own house, and Petunia had convinced Dudley to spend the weekend with his friend Piers Polkiss at his house. For the entire time, Harry had Petunia masturbate and orgasm in every section of the house and had her shower with him after he worked out, allowing her to suck his dick whenever they did. Lily tried to plead with Harry not to go any farther, but even she knew that there was no talking him out of this, especially when she was just as horny as they were. When Harry had entered the house, Petunia was waiting halfway up the stairs wearing nothing, but a beige towel wrapped around her chest. Smiling, Harry walked up the stairs and grabbed the towel and pulled it off of her body. Petunia winced from the force of how Harry yanked the towel off of her, but as Harry let the towel drop on the stairs, she felt incredibly aroused as Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her up the stairs. He led her to the master bedroom of the house and threw her onto her bed stomach first. Petunia turned her head, looking at her nephew as he stripped off his sweaty clothes and threw them over to the nearby wall. Petunia moaned lustfully as Harry got onto the bed and immediately positioned his dick at the entrance to her moist pussy. Harry then looked at Petunia’s face right before he rammed his entire length straight into her with a deep growl in his voice. Petunia arched her back and yelled in pain as she felt her nephew’s cock enter her roughly and felt the strength behind it. Harry grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up to her hands and knees and began to fuck her in earnest. However, there was no passion in what Harry was doing, as for him, he was using her to satisfy his needs, and not caring about hers. He was dominating her, grabbing her blonde curly hair and pulling it harshly, causing her to scream louder. For Petunia, she knew that she was being controlled, and at this point, she loved it. She was no longer caring about Harry being her nephew, or how wrong it was being that they were related. All she cared about was being fucked like a slut and treated like one as well.
          Lily, who was watching this entire encounter silently, stood by the door and masturbated heavily, angry that Harry was fucking her sister. However, the reason was not what she would have thought as a mother. No, the reason Lily was angry was because that after possessing Alice and feeling what Harry’s dick felt like in Alice’s cunt, she wanted to have her own son fuck her again, even if it was still in ghost form. As she watched further, she heard Petunia’s screams as she went through several orgasms from Harry roughly fucking her and began thinking that Petunia didn’t deserve being fucked by Harry. As Lily moaned through own orgasms, she heard Harry growl and pulled Petunia’s hair harder, having a couple of blonde hairs fall from Harry’s grip and hit the bed sheets beneath them. A few moments later, Harry pushed his hard dick all the way into her pussy and groaned loudly as he came inside of Petunia not thinking nor caring if he impregnated her.
          Letting go of her hair, Petunia slumped onto the bed exhausted completely from Harry’s stamina as she felt her nephew’s sperm enter her womb. As she took several deep breaths to regain her composer, she looked back at him as the realization had hit her. “You came inside of me!” Petunia snapped somewhat, half-angry and half-aroused. “What if I get pregnant?”
          “To tell you the truth, Petunia, I really don’t care right now!” Harry snapped right back, and began fucking her again, his hard erection still inside of her. As he did, he smack her ass hard on both sides before laying on top of her, making sure she felt his full weight on top of her. Petunia cried as she passionately moaned and turned her face into her pillow. Harry fucked her into several more orgasms until he shot another load into her, biting into her neck as he did so. Petunia moaned as she felt Harry’s teeth pierce through her neck and knew that Harry was marking her as his. After doing this Harry pulled his dick out of her pussy but stayed on top of her as he positioned it at the entrance of her asshole. From that point on, Petunia’s mind went blank as Harry’s cock pushed inside of her ass.
          For the rest of the day, Harry had taken turns dominating all three of Petunia’s holes, orgasming several times in each. The only times Harry took a break from it was to grab some dinner and take a shower. From there, he went back to fucking Petunia several more times, until she had no strength left in her and Harry was fucking a near lifeless body. After Harry had orgasmed on her backside one last time, he left her there, wide-eyed and exhausted, with shallow breaths coming from her. Harry also noticed Lily, who was sprawled next to the door way also exhausted from heavily masturbating from watching what Harry did. With one last look at his aunt and his mother, Harry smiled in satisfaction and headed for his bedroom for a good night’s sleep.
          The next morning, Harry woke up to his mother’s scream to him and to the touch of cold metal pressed against his bare chest. After grabbing his glasses, his vision cleared and he saw a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun held by the vindictively smiling Marge Dursley, her plump face red with glee. As soon as Harry became aware that he was currently at Marge’s mercy, he glanced over and saw Lily trying furiously to grab the shotgun out of Marge’s hands. However, whether or not Marge knew that Lily was trying to get the gun from her, she laughed loudly as she pressed the gun harder into Harry’s chest.
          “Surprised, Mudblood?” Marge asked still laughing. “I must say, I have been waiting for this for a long time, and even though we failed to mark you in the past, today will be the day you help us get the location of Hogwarts once and for all!”
          “Well, you fat bitch, I was sleeping happily until you decided to wake me up.” Harry said, hate filling his voice as he tried to sit up on his small bed. “However, to answer you, no I’m not surprised that you are trying to brand me again, and even if you got a gun now, I won’t allow you to hurt me ever again!”
          “We’ll see about that, Mudblood!” Marge said, stepping back a little and allowing Harry to get up. “Now, put on some clothes, boy, so we can enjoy seeing you scream in pain as we brand you.”
          Harry cursed himself silently as he got out of his bed and grabbed a shirt from the top of his dresser, already wearing a pair of shorts, but wishing he slept with his wand. After he threw on a shirt, Marge motioned Harry out of the room and followed him out with the barrels of her shotgun now pressed against Harry’s back. Harry walked down the stairs slowly, glancing at Lily as she helplessly followed him down, and when they did, they saw Vernon angrily glaring at Harry and Dudley holding a branding iron next to the burning fireplace. As soon as Harry got down the stairs, Vernon grabbed Harry by the hair and threw a hellacious punch into Harry’s midsection. Harry groaned slightly, but held his ground as another fist smashed into Harry’s face. The force of the impact nearing had Harry’s glasses fly off his face, but Harry regained himself and as Vernon was winding up for a third punch, Harry threw a fist of his own, landing square against Vernon’s right jaw. The force of the impact caused Vernon to release Harry and stumble backwards a bit, and Harry moved to try to nail him with another hook. Unfortunately, Marge was still behind Harry and she quickly hit him with the butt of the shotgun on the back of his head. Lily tried to warn Harry, but the fat bitch was surprisingly fast as all Lily could do was scream at seeing her son being hit hard with the shotgun. Harry fell to the ground, feeling a gush of blood beginning to flow from the back of his head. This made it harder for Harry to concentrate as Vernon grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him back to his feet. Vernon then slammed him against the side of the fireplace and glared at him with fire in his eyes.
          “Today is the day, Mudblood!” Vernon shouted, almost with glee. “Today, we will brand you and thus have you reveal the location of Hogwarts. We have even used real fire so even if Dumbledore manages to remove the tracking brand, the real brand will mark you for all to see that the ‘Great Harry Potter’ was defeated by the Human Supremacists!”
          “You’re a fool, Vernon!” Harry said to him, trying to clear his head. Glancing at Dudley, he noticed he was smiling menacingly at Harry and holding the branding iron like he knew how to use it. Marge held the shotgun pointed at Harry’s chest, as in case if Harry had tried to summon his magic, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill the boy and be done with it, even if the Human Supremacists wanted Harry alive to use to get inside of Hogwarts once they found the location of it. However, what no one realized at that moment was that a small Maine Coon cat had been watching just outside the living room window and was now looking for a way to get inside the house. “Every time you have tried to brand me with that stupid thing, I have been a little bit smarter than you two and managed to get away. Now, I’m really pissed off so I’m going to warn all three of you to back off right now or you’ll regret it.”
          The three of them laughed as Dudley aimed the point of the iron at Harry’s neck. “Can I brand the Mudblood now, Dad?” He asked after they stopped laughing and smiled.
          “Just one last thing first, Dudley my boy,” Vernon answered, and then punched Harry in his gut several more times, and Harry had began coughing up blood. When Vernon stopped, he pulled Harry closer to him, where they were literally face-to-face with each other, and said to Harry: “I saw Petunia this morning, Mudblood, and I know what you did to her. I guarantee you this, when the Human Supremacists are finally done with you, I plan to kill you in the slowest and most painful way I can think of, and I plan on making Petunia watch me do it.”
          “Let him go at once!” The booming voice of Minerva McGonagall said as she aimed her wand at Marge. Everyone in the room turned to look at the witch standing proudly over next to the dining room table, and while everyone was shocked to see her standing there, both Harry and Lily were grateful that she was there. The next moment, Marge turned the shotgun and aimed it at Minerva, but with a fierce flick of her wand, she transfigured the weapon into a table clock. Surprise clearly on all three Dursley’s faces, Vernon dropped Harry and turned towards Minerva as Marge slammed the clock on the ground and smashing it before going for her purse on the end table next to the couch. However, before she could, Minerva shot her with a quick stunner from her wand before turning her attention to the quickly approaching Vernon. Dudley, however, was not going to miss an opportunity to brand Harry, and with an evil glare in his eyes, shot the branding iron at Harry’s neck.
          Harry felt the heat of the branding iron approach him, and as Dudley attempted to stab his neck with it, Harry moved out of the way as fast as he could. Getting back to his feet, Harry wiped the blood off of his mouth and saw Dudley try to lunge the iron at him like a sword. Lily, who felt helpless, decided to keep an eye of Marge as the plump woman had slowly tried to get to her feet from the stunning spell Minerva used on her. As Dudley made a third attempt to stab Harry with the branding iron, Harry leapt out of the way before closing the distance on Dudley, grabbing the weapon from him. After that, Dudley’s confidence quickly turned into fear as he backed away from his towering cousin. Harry, still reeling a bit from the blows Vernon gave him, staggered a bit as he took a deep breath and swung the iron into Dudley’s midsection. Dudley went down like a sack of bricks after that, and Harry knew that he wasn’t going to get back up after that. Anger taking control of him, Harry glanced over to Minerva, who had already dealt with Vernon as he was now petrified on the floor with the look of complete anger on his face. Looking over at Marge, he saw the she had her purse and pulled out a small pistol from it and pointed it at Harry with shaking hands.
          “Listen to me, you Mudblood bitch!” Marge said with anger and with a hint of fear. “You have no place here! This is my brother’s home and you are intruding on a family affair! Leave now, or I will kill this boy right where he stands.”
          Harry glared at her and noticed that while she was pointing the pistol at him, her attention was on Minerva. Harry knew that Minerva wasn’t going to leave, and she readied her wand once more. Harry, however, had another idea, and with memories of every brutal thing Marge had done to him, lunged towards her with the branding iron firmly in his hand. Lily watched this and as Harry thrusted the branding iron into Marge’s chest with abnormal strength, a smile emerged on her face, knowing that Marge would never harm Harry again. Minerva gasped in shock as she saw Harry stab the fat woman with the branding iron, and Marge gagged in pain as she dropped the gun in her hand. Harry, with pure anger in his eyes, looked at Marge as she struggled to hold her dying breath. With one last thrust into her sternum, Harry pulled the iron out of her and shoved it through her mouth, effectively ending her life as blood poured out from her open wound and she collapsed on the living room floor.
          Turning to face Minerva, the blood-soaked Harry looked at Dudley who was shivering in complete fear, then Vernon who was still petrified, and finally his mother, who moved over to him and hugged him tightly, even though no one could see it. Minerva moved closer to Harry and kept her eyes on the now dead woman behind Harry, and knew that Harry would have to explain himself, and not just to Dumbledore, but to the Ministry itself.

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The Corruption of Lily Potter