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Dark Dragen Challenge Fic: Immoral Harry	By : Rago_Dragovian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 29191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Hello, Mr. Weasley,"
Arthur Weasley snapped to attention and turned to see Harry Potter standing outside his office door.
"Harry!" said Arthur before he paused. "Er . . . Lord Potter, please excuse my indiscretion. I was caught by surprise. Er . . . congratulations on your wedding to Ms. Lovegood. I'm sure that she'll make a fine wife."
Harry smiled. "I see the Ministry records were updated. Interesting. Well, I'll get straight to the point, I don't know what you've heard from Professor Dumbledore but I've come here to prevent a mishap of sorts that was caused during my second year at Hogwarts."
"Mishap?" said Arthur frowning, Harry stood patiently. "Oh, er, please do come in. Excuse my rudeness."
Harry walked over and sat next to Arthur on the empty seat. Arthur's eyes furrowed.
"Yes, a mishap. Due to the circumstances regarding the Chamber of Secrets, your daughter owes House Potter a life debt. It has remained inactive up until I took my Lordship earlier this following week." said Harry, Arthur's eyes widened. "The Goblins handling my account and my solicitors suggested making Ginny a permanent servant of House Potter because your family lacks anything of worth to trade and nothing your family can do nothing of prominent value to satisfy the debt."
Arthur gaped and his eyes widened even further. "Th -there must be something! I . . . that is, I'll . . . I'll contact my eldest sons. Surely, due to their positions, they can arrange something of notable worth to . . ."
Arthur stopped as Harry shook his head. The smile was still on his face.
"You seem surprised. Didn't you get my letter or the Goblins letters?" said Harry, he crossed his arms. "At least three letters were sent in total. I hope nobody is interfering with them."
Arthur's frowned once again. The only one capable of interfering with them is Albus because we gave him control of our owl system to prevent any Death Eater attacks via mail. But why would he interfere with something so personal and important?
"Now, I don't wish Ginny to lose her status as a citizen of Magical Britain and become property," said Harry, "but the Goblins and my solicitors are adamant that I take action, specifically because of how much of my galleons your family obtained through Dumbledore. I'm afraid, due to that little hurdle, they won't settle for obtaining some object of equivalent value to a nigh-priceless commodity like a servant unless all of the money taken from the Potter vault is repaid by the Weasley family . . . with interest."
Arthur froze and remained silent at Harry's calm expression. THINK FAST! Your daughter's livelihood is on the line!
"I . . . I'll call in a life debt," squeaked Arthur, his brow full of sweat. He quickly rose to his feet. "Come along, I have just the person in mind. I saved their family from a Death Eater attack at the risk of my own life."
"This better be worth my time," said Harry raising to his feet, "otherwise, I'm afraid I'll just take Ginny and be done with this sordid affair. i don't, of course, intend to act selfishly, so I'll have her training with other Purebloods who are far older than me, to learn the proper steps of working in her new status as befits the station."
Arthur gaped before shutting his mouth and almost running to the elevator. Harry smiled and leisurely followed him from behind. They reached the elevator and entered together. Arthur furiously pressed the button for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry raised an eyebrow but made no comment.
Arthur ran out of the elevator and Harry jogged to keep pace. Soon, they stopped outside of the office of Amelia Bones. Arthur knocked on the door vigorously. The door opened at once and both Harry and Arthur entered the Head of the DMLE's office.
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Severus entered the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore raised his head and saw a peculiar troubled expression on his Potion Master's face.
"What is it, Severus?" asked Dumbledore narrowing his eyes.
The Potions master sat on the opposite seat of the Headmaster's desk. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. Severus leaned back in his chair, his eyes seemed distant, and a frown grew on his visage. Finally, he snapped back into attention.
"The Magical Oath compelling me to help Draco . . ." said Severus slowly, his eyes suddenly widening. "It's . . . it's gone, Headmaster. It is no longer in effect. Neither Bellatrix nor Narcissa's magic have a hold over me. What could have happened? They're certainly not dead, the whole Wizarding world would know if that were to happen. I don't see how it could be a secret for very long."
"They're not dead but the oath has -" Dumbledore abruptly got up from his chair and took out one of his silvery instruments.
Severus raised an eyebrow as Dumbledore tapped it with his wand. Unlike last year, instead of two snakes fighting for dominance, the instrument erupted with a ghostly black snake with unnerving red eyes and bloody fangs. Dumbledore gaped as it hissed in the air and flew upwards before dissipating into nothingness.
"Headmaster . . . what was that?"
Dumbledore looked back down at Severus. Severus's eyebrows raised upwards as he saw the usually calm Headmaster hold back his fear and anger.
"Harry Potter is no longer of the Light," said Albus, Severus's eyes widened. "In fact . . . he is no longer even pure. It would seem that he may have taken a liking to the Old ways and saw fit to take justice in his own hands."
"That can't be right," said Severus, subconsciously shaking his head. "The boy . . . he's far too much a Gryffindor. Far too noble for such horrid activities. He wouldn't . . . he couldn't possibly . . . I just, I cannot wrap my head around such a possibility. It seems far too bizarre."
Dumbledore stroked his beard with his good hand and scowled as he gazed at his blackened hand. "He was suppose to be so much more. An end to the Peverell madness, a beacon of hope for Wizarding Britain, a hero, a champion for the Greater Good, and the Dark Lord was to be vanquished as a result of his goodness."
He met Severus's eyes. He took a haggard breath and wheezed. Severus winced. He only has a year left. What can we do now?
"We will have to wait, once either he or the Dark Lord make their move and destroy the other," said Dumbledore, he broke into a fit of coughs before calming himself. "Then, and only then, can we strike. It is a gamble, but he grows more like Voldemort by the day . . . and soon, he shall be more Dark Lord than his former self. We will have to strike him down."
Severus grimaced. "And what of your promise to me?"
Dumbledore scowled. "Need a remind you, Severus, that you had ample opportunity to know the boy and help him along his path. If you had taken that task more seriously then perhaps events wouldn't have turned out like this."
Severus sighed. Of course, just as always, an answer for everything. I shouldn't have bothered.
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"Is this a joke?!" shouted Amelia, Arthur flinched. Harry smiled. Amelia raised herself to her feet, her visage a shade puce, and she ground her teeth while scowling at Arthur Weasley. "Your idiocy as a parent prevented you from protecting your daughter from a dark object and because Mr. Potter saved her, you decide to collect on a life debt by throwing my niece under the bus to be one of his slaves?!"
"P-please, Amelia, my daughter -!"
"ENOUGH!"
Arthur flinched once more but raised his wand. Amelia gaped and then scowled at him with her body beginning to shake. Arthur pointed his wand at Amelia.
Amelia's shoulders slumped. "Just do what you must and get the fuck out of my office. I never want to see you again outside of a professional setting. Don't even bother apologizing, this is far above the norm."
"I, Arthur Weasley, do hereby invoke the life debt owed to me by House Bones and hereby pass the debt owed to House Potter onto House Bones." said Arthur.
A golden hue flashed around Amelia's body for a brief moment. The three stood in silence after it was done.
"GET OUT!" shouted Amelia. Arthur quickly scampered off and ran out of sight.
Amelia sat back down in her chair and glowered at Harry. Harry kept a neutral expression as he moved to sit opposite of Amelia.
"Mr. Potter," said Amelia, her voice tried to seem calm but held an edge. She gazed at Harry with a stern expression. "House Bones, much like House Potter, has been practically wiped out. My niece is the last of the main line of House Bones and only she and I remain of the bloodline. As such, with respect to the life debt now owed to House Potter, I ask that the status of my niece, Susan Bones, be upgraded from potential servant to the status of wife. As recompense, House Bones shall give House Potter control of the vault and remaining fortune of House Bones."
Harry remained silent and raised an eyebrow. Amelia took a shuddering breath before continuing. Beads of sweat ran down Amelia's head.
"Susan Bones shall be bestowed the status of wife and her second-born male heir shall inherit the House Bones name and fortune."
"Done," said Harry. Amelia slouched in her chair and sighed. "Susan shall become Mrs. Potter, I already intended for the Lestrange fortune to be transferred to the Potter Vault after seeing the illegal activities that Dumbledore and your Ministry allowed."
Amelia winced. "There is nothing I can say on that matter that won't anger you."
"Oh? How about the truth?" said Harry crossing his arms.
"The truth? Very well," said Amelia, straightening her posture and folding her hands together on her desk. "We were in debt paying for a war and we needed to money to handle both the Ministry's day-to-day functioning and to pay off the families of Aurors who died fighting against the Dark Lord."
Harry snorted. "So you destroyed House Potter and allowed murderers and rapists to go free. Great job."
Amelia sighed. "I never condoned those actions, they were before I became Department Head, but we needed a way to bring peace quickly with the least bloodshed, we needed taxes to be paid for ongoing operations, and we did convict the most heinous of criminals. We needed to bring back the stability and stop the masses from panicking. After the day of celebration, all of the important questions about what to do and how to do it needed to be addressed and effectively settled in a matter of weeks. We had no time."
"So the Ministry just let Dumbledore loot House Potter for his own rogue group and his political interests," said Harry, "Meanwhile, my godfather never even received a trial. Oh how great it must be, a so-called Western democracy and the right to trial isn't even allowed."
Amelia bowed her head. "Come on, my shift is almost done. Let's go see Susan so we can tell her the news."
Susan's eyes widened. "I . . . I see . . ."
The three sat in the living room of the Bones estate. After the hellos, Amelia had made tea and told Susan of what had happened.
"Well, I guess the Weasley family has shown it's true colors," said Susan frowning. She turned to Harry. "So H - er - My Lord, when shall we be wed? I understand that, due to your position, I shall be one of many wives. I will have to accept that. I was already brought up to accept my standing because of the importance of being the last of the main Bones bloodline. I will do my best to fulfill my wifely duties."
Harry tapped his temple with his index finger with a smile on his lips.
"Considering the importance of last heirs having children," said Harry, "I think we should begin immediately upon my taking custody of you."
Susan blushed and looked down. Amelia sank onto her chair and sighed. Susan cleared her throat, she briefly gazed at her Aunt, and then looked back up at Harry. Susan took a deep breath and exhaled.
"W - what about my education?"
Harry waved his hand. Let's see her reaction to this . . . "You're a woman, you don't need much of an education. Everyone knows women are too emotional to think properly or as thoughtfully as men. Five years of education is enough. Fulfilling your duties and giving me children is more important."
Amelia glared at Harry. Harry briefly glanced at her and smiled. Susan's posture straightened and she nodded.
"Yes, of course, I couldn't agree more." said Susan smiling back. Harry kept the smile on his face and stiffened. What is going on? Susan flicked her gaze at her aunt before meeting Harry at eye level. "If I may, I have one request, I would like my aunt to watch as you deflower me."
Harry gaped at Susan's reddening cheeks and smiling face. Amelia's cheeks had turned a shade puce.
Amelia quickly stood up from her seat. "What?!"
Susan gazed at her aunt. "This is my first and final request as the Head of the Bones family in the absence of a male heir. As a branch member of the Bones family, you must follow my orders or be punished accordingly."
"How can you do this?!" shouted Amelia, her cheeks turning a shade red. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Susan got up and glared at her aunt. "I should never have left you at that religious daycare. I thought they could teach good morals while I was working to provide for the both of us, but instead I -"
"Well, you did, and it had a profound influence on my life." said Susan, folding her arms and glaring at her aunt. "All your constant parroting about equal rights, whenever you were around and not working while leaving me home alone, was just childish drivel! If you had taken more than a cursory glance at the muggle world and other magical societies that allow such liberal thoughtlessness, you would realize that there are constant social problems with trying to pretend that men and women have equal rights."
"That is the thinking of ignorant misogynists who ruined the lives of women in Magical Britain!" snapped Amelia, she began shaking. Susan scowled and straightened her posture. "How can you not realize that?! We don't deserve to be treated like objects to be owned and used! We deserve better!"
Susan snorted. "Liberal whining and liberal propaganda! Don't you think the men of the ancient world sacrificed their very beings to help Magical Britain and to show they sincerely believed in the Lord?"
"There are different ways of believing in Christ!" said Amelia, "Better ways! The muggle world and other magical societies have shown us that!"
"Have they? You talk about open interpretation but let's be honest, open interpretation just means that everyone is right about everything, no matter how contradictory their beliefs are to their fellow Christians. Under open interpretation, one Christian could believe helping the poor is a duty given by Christ and another could believe ignoring the poor is a duty given by Christ and both would be right under open interpretation." snapped Susan, "That is the thinking of arrogant individuals who take the Lord's teachings in vain! It is far more consistent, and better, to be as faithful to Biblical teachings as possible. The Bible is the sacred law that is immutable and must be adhered to, the Magical British laws are the common laws that we must follow as a result of our birth. It is a gift to be able to follow the Lord's will more clearly and not be deceived by the ignorance and circular reasoning of the rest of the world!"
"That is entirely ridiculous and short-sided!" snapped Amelia, her face growing redder. Harry remained silent. "Can't you see there is a better way to live?!"
"I'll not have my beliefs sullied and spoiled by irrational liberalism!" snarled Susan, "Ephasians 5:22 to 5:24: ' Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.' During the prayer ceremony in the daycare, all children accepted the love of Jesus Christ into their heart and I accepted that I was meant to be a good, honest Christian woman. That is the Lord's will! Saint Augustine affirmed back in 400 AD that Christ is concerned with the political order of man and affirms the right of Christians to protect and control Christian property! I was meant to give myself to Jesus Christ during that Sunday ceremony in the daycare! There had to be a special meaning in being part of something greater than myself! When I accepted Jesus Christ, I became Christian property, and it is my sacred oath and part of Magical British common law to be absolutely obedient to my Lord Husband. For the honor of House Bones and for my eternal soul!"
Amelia practically fell on her seat, placed her hands on her face, and began weeping at Susan's declaration. Harry got up and raised his wand. Harry spoke the marriage oath and a golden hue enveloped both Susan and him. Once that was done, Susan and Harry walked to the Master bedroom of House Bones with Amelia quietly walking behind them.
The three closed the door behind them. Amelia sat by a chair on the dresser, Susan put her wand by the desk and began to remove her clothes, and Harry sat on the side of the bed. Susan had no shoes or socks on, she removed her skirt and panties in a quick flourish. She took off her tank top and her bra to then throw them on the ground. She got on her knees in front of Harry and began to unbuckle his belt. Amelia sat stonely with a cold expression on her face and didn't meet Harry's eyes as she watched the newlyweds.
Susan pulled his pants off and smiled as she took off his underpants. Harry felt the cool air in his nether regions until he felt sloppy, wet lips press onto his balls. Susan began licking and kissing his scrotum while gazing at him intently. Harry's phallus slowly harden at Susan's licking, kissing, and sucking of his scrotum. Susan moved back slightly and then straightened her posture. She moved closer to Harry on her knees and pressed his penis in between her large breasts. Once Harry's penis was firmly pressed between her bosoms, Susan pressed her creamy, white breasts together onto Harry's penis. Susan began sliding her body slowly upwards and downwards while planting warm kisses firmly on the tip of Harry's cock.
Harry moaned loudly and his mind was set abuzz at Susan's loving, careful ministrations. Susan pressed her breasts tighter around Harry's penis and moved her body faster. As Harry felt close to cumming, Susan took the head of Harry's penis into her warm mouth and began moving her mouth back and forth on his penis. Her tongue licked his member in a frenzied manner and Harry felt the tightening before ejaculating into Susan's mouth. Susan drank his cum greedily and continued to rapidly lick and suck his penis until the last of Harry's climax. Susan took her mouth of Harry's penis with a soft pop before climbing onto the bed and laying at the center. She spread her legs and fixed Harry with that intent gaze of love and carnal need.
Harry briefly gazed at Amelia to see that she was crying and her cheeks were a shade green. Harry took out his wand and flicked it to vanish his clothes. He placed his wand by the bed stand and crawled over to Susan's prone body. Harry hovered above Susan and grinned as she touched her right breast. She looked up at him with need. Harry's groin hardened.
"Take me however you wish, My Lord," said Susan, moving around her right tit with her right hand and staring at Harry. "It is your right as my Husband. I swear to remain faithful to you for the rest of my life and service you as is appropriate of all good Christian women. Take me forcefully, if you wish it so, it is solely your decision. As a faithful woman to the Lord Jesus Christ, I will always respect the husband and promise to curb the emotional irrationality and intellectual inferiority of my gender as best as I am able in accordance with the teachings of the Bible. But I am a woman, so I'll accept any punishment that my Lord Husband sees fit to stop any inappropriate behavior so that I may better serve you with my mind, body, and soul as a good Christian."
Harry's groin hardened even further. He pressed his penis onto Susan's moist walls and shivered at the touch. Harry thrusted his entire length into her in one motion. Susan gritted her teeth to stop herself from screaming and then smiled at him. Her eyes became half-lidded and she nodded to him with her body laying on the bed. Harry took her left leg and placed it on his shoulder before he began to thrust into and out of her in a wild motion.
"Yes, My Lord!" screamed Susan, she smiled with tears in her eyes. Harry continued to forcefully thrust in and out of her. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes . . . ! My Lord, YES! Oh yes, make me a good, honest woman! A good Christian woman! Yes, yes, yes!"
Susan gazed at her aunt. Harry gazed at Susan's bouncing breasts and sweaty body to pay attention. He smiled again and thrusted in and out of his new wife - his new Christian property.
Susan continued shouting. "Yes! Yes! Take me so that I may fulfill my duty to my House, to you - my Lord Husband, and to prove I'm a good Christian woman! Yes, yes, yes, yes! A good Christian woman must obey her husband in all things, must willingly accept her husband's judgment, and must use her body as befits Christian property to please her husband in all things! A Christian woman's worth is determined by her acceptance of Holy Spirit's will in becoming married and being obedient to her husband! Let me be a good Christian woman by becoming pregnant with your child! Yes, yes, yes! O Lord, yes! Make me a good Christian woman, mind and body and soul! Yes, O Lord, yes!"
Harry thrusted quicker and Susan's babble became less coherent. Susan threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. Harry couldn't stop smiling as he watched Susan squirm and moan. He felt himself getting close to release.
Susan played with her breasts; moving her areolas around, squeezing her breasts, and rubbing them as Harry continued thrusting inside her. When he felt it was time, he buried himself into her womanhood. Susan's vagina clinched and Harry moaned as he unloaded his cum inside his new wife.
"Sweet Jesus! O Lord! O God!" shouted Susan, crying tears of joy, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Harry grinned and then took both of Susan's legs to wrap them around his waist. He then fell on top of her and fell asleep. Susan kissed his nose, his forehead, and his jawline while running her hands through his hair. She turned to see her aunt looking mortified and sickened.
Susan smiled. "You must fulfill your obligation to House Bones, be wed, and stop your liberal nonsense. You are a woman, you shouldn't be working, you should be becoming a wife to a husband and fulfilling your wifely duties."
Amelia glared at Susan before quickly running out of the door and slamming it behind her. Susan smiled and continued to run her hands through her Lord Husband's hair before slowly falling to sleep.
A nude Narcissa poured tea for the two luxuriously dressed women who sat in the backyard of the Grimmauld place patio. Their Lord Husband had taken the time to personally clean the backyard of any rubbish, mow the grass the in the most peculiar of muggle fashions, and planted the budding garden. Lady Potter peered at her husband's handiwork.
To think that the Dursleys ended up being good for something, thought Lady Potter as she snorted, Well, at least my Lord felt it refreshing to do such chores when it was for his personal wants instead of circumstances related to being controlled by others.
"The breeze is quite nice today," said Lady Potter gazing toward the budding garden. Her lips twitched upward when she saw Narcissa shivering from the lack of any clothing out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze turned to the woman sitting opposite of her. "Wouldn't you agree, Lady Lestrange?"
Lady Lestrange was also holding back a smile as she briefly gazed at Narcissa before nodding to Lady Potter. The wives enjoyed the silence and breeze for several minutes while occasionally sipping their respective tea. Neither wished to break the comfortable silence. A troubling question came to Lady Lestrange.
"You know, I truly regret not getting to know you back during our previous school years," said Lady Potter, breaking the silence. Lady Lestrange fixed her gaze towards her companion and remained silent. Lady Potter drummed her fingers on her seat, sipped her tea, and then turned her gaze from the garden to Lady Lestrange. "If I had then perhaps I could have taken action against those of your House who bullied you."
Lady Lestrange shrugged. "Each Hogwarts House had its own set of social troubles. Gryffindors were always throwing fits and dramatizing the school rumor mill to the point it alienated our Lord on several occasions, my House hated anything that went against their norms on magical theory and social conformity, your House suffered from groupthink and closed itself off from the other Houses, and the Slytherins have been diluted from the ambitious to the violent and crazy since the rise of Voldemort."
Lady Potter nodded. "Now that it no longer has much significance to my life, I can see your point. Your smooth and detached assessment is a great service for both our Lord Husband and I. It is truly a shame that your House was too blinded by social norms to appreciate your unique view of social affairs."
"Now that I'm making my own life choices and following my ambitions," said Lady Lestrange, nursing her belly as she spoke. "I no longer care what they think. I only valued the opinions of my fellow Ravenclaws to the extent that I was safe from too much of their ire by my mid-second year. I had given up on making genuine friends until our Lord Husband treated me with human decency. What matters to me now is assisting our Lord Husband's rise to his rightful place within the political hierarchy, completing the necessary elements of the prophecy of the Houses, and completing my mother's research."
Lady Potter smiled and nursed her own belly. "Should the young Lady Greengrass accept our Lord's generous offer, we will only need one more to complete the prophecy, right? It is rather intriguing and humorous that we will require a Gryffindor to possibly take the mantle of Lady Slytherin."
"It will be Lady Slytherin," replied Lady Lestrange, letting out a giggle. "Not merely because of our Lord Husband's humor, it is also due to the fact that our Lord has seen fit to bestow my heirs the title of Peverell."
Lady Potter paused and the grip on her teacup handle tightened. She narrowed her eyes at Lady Lestrange. "Truly? So you shall receive two Houses then?"
Lady Lestrange frowned and shook her head. "House Lestrange is dead. It's contents shall become the sole property of House Potter. Our Lord wishes to make a unique transition so that all of the Houses will be of equal value, regardless of House Slytherin and House Peverell being of more ancient lineage and far more respected. Our Lord will intends for a terrible wrath to be inflicted upon all who have wronged House Potter. We wives are equal to each other and we shall always be equal."
"My sincerest apologies, Lady Lestrange," said Lady Potter, slumping her shoulders and smiling once again. "I cannot help but feel a bit . . . suspicious. To be forthright, I am jealous that you had a friendship before our Lord attained such power. I do not wish to be perceived as a gold digger, but I have this paranoia that I'm an outsider compared to you and even our Nymph servant."
"You have no need to fear," said Lady Lestrange smiling back, "and I am not angry. Indeed, I am happy that we can speak so intimately about our inner misgivings and work them out. Speaking of which, I would like to know, do you truly have no desire to follow personal ethics outside of a literal interpretation of the law? Do you not see the ethical problems from such a restricted view of morality? People can and have justified mass murder and genocide under such a strict moral compass."
"People always use the extremes to justify their own violent tendencies," said Lady Potter, her smile didn't waver. "but even if it did come down to grotesque forms of human violence, I would still follow the law. We must always have respect for the legal system that binds our lives. To denounce it is to allow anarchy."
"You cannot be serious . . ." said Lady Lestrange, her eyes widened and she stiffened. "what if you were the one who was required to be murdered and for no morally justifiable reason?"
Lady Potter shrugged. "I would accept my death with dignity. I would wish to be an example for others who must also make such a sacrifice to uphold the legitimacy and cohesion of the rule of law."
"For what purpose?" said Lady Lestrange narrowing her eyes, "you would be dying for absolutely no reason. You could potentially send your own children to execution with that type of example."
"It is still better than being a terrorist," said Lady Potter, "when my parents were tortured and dismembered by Death Eaters, nobody ever found the true culprits and the case was closed as unresolved. If the staunch Purebloods of Magical Britain had acted lawfully instead of resorting to violence over the repeated concessions granted to Muggleborn rights groups, then such a horrific event would never have happened."
"But the corruption in the legal system interfered with gaining justice for many families," said Lady Lestrange, "how can there be justice in such a scenario for those who were wronged? How can you believe in a literal interpretation knowing that it prevented you from gaining justice for your parents?"
"It certainly, and regrettably, does mean that. But it is still better to follow a broken system than no system at all." said Lady Potter, "Violence will create more anarchy and injustice, not less of it. And who shall take responsibility for violence once it erupts? People generally just blame the opposing side, even for their atrocities."
"You are fine with this, despite the explicit double-standards forced upon women?" said Lady Lestrange, "Does the sexual slavery of women, even despite instances of rebellion for the fanatic Pureblood cause, not give you pause to reconsider? Are you entirely comfortable knowing that you have no freedom of choice compared to men in Magical Britain? Don't you hold some measure of bitterness for your situation and indignation for the women forced into sexual slavery?"
"None, whatsoever, the punishment is legal and that is enough for me. They have been punished for being part of a terrorist organization. I would even argue that sexual slavery is humane. After all, would it be better to have their souls sucked into Dementors or to have them put to death via some style of execution? Letting them live to serve a Noble House, providing their mind, body, and soul in lifelong penance . . . well, it just seems far more humane to me." said Lady Potter, she took a sip of her tea and placed it back on the saucer. She giggled at Lady Lestrange's stunned visage. "The law should be the only ethics that we value and follow. What matters is that what is done is legal and nothing more. That should be the only condition. Right and wrong, that is always up to the rule of law to decide for us. Regardless of the inequality, it is our duty as people to follow the laws of our society. Otherwise, there will only be anarchy and self-justified murder sprees."
"That is far too narrow-minded of a view of the world," said Lady Lestrange. Lady Potter shrugged in response. "And what of the example of Nymphadora? How was it justified to punish her for the crimes of her mother?"
"Andromeda Tonks is infamous for her bigoted hate towards the culture of Magical Britain and her enmity of her own family," said Lady Potter, "The tragic situation of her daughter is a result of her own failings. It is a lesson on why the law should be followed by all citizens, despite the whining for equality. Equality is merely a naive ideal taught to children. Reality is far more brutal. The horrendous events serve as a reason for why Magical Britain's laws should be obeyed and Magical British culture should be respected for its traditional Christian customs. Anything less shall end in travesty for those who take the law into their own hands."
Lady Lestrange's lips formed a thin line and she used her right hand to stroke her neck. Lady Potter placed her teacup and saucer onto the table between them because she had finished her tea.
Lady Potter steepled her fingers. "What about the Order of the Phoenix, the supposed good guys who went renegade? Sure, they saved my Aunt and I from certain death, but the person responsible used that to get his own daughter out of a life debt. A life debt entirely due to their own negligence in not paying enough attention to notice a dangerous dark object in an eleven year old's possession. I needn't say anything that you already know and I don't wish to bring up any painful memories in this conversation."
"No, it's a valid point," said Lady Lestrange, sighing and nodding in acceptance. Lady Potter beamed. "They murdered my mother because they didn't approve of her research. I must admit, the examples of people taking morality in their own hands haven't been positive in Magical Britain. I certainly don't approve of the Order and wish for it to suffer mercilessly. I will concede that perhaps I am being too stubborn and I will think on what you've told me. But, as with anything, I shall maintain a healthy dose of skepticism."
Lady Potter nodded. "That's perfectly reasonable. Ah, we should probably head back now."
Lady Lestrange put her teacup on the table. Both women rose from their chairs and headed inside.
"You're sure about this?" asked Luna, gazing at the flames slowly discoloring and shifting.
Harry nodded as he cast the disillusionment spell upon the objects on the table in front of him.
Harry laid his head on the couch as Luna sat next to him. "Luna, do you hate me?"
Luna stiffened and glanced at him before gazing back at the shifting fire. "It would be stupid not to hate you after what you did, Harry Potter. Fortunately, I have an intense amount of self-hate for myself, so I also love you just as much."
"Yeah, I understand, I've always hated myself too," said Harry, he took a deep breath and exhaled. His eyes fixed upon the ceiling and registering none of its intricate patterns. "I can't take back what I did; an apology would be just as pathetic and meaningless. There can be no forgiveness or mercy, but a part of me doesn't even care. Luna . . . I'm so tired, I'm so tired of living."
"What changed?" said Luna, "I absolutely understand your bitterness and self-deprecation for the loss of your godfather, but that doesn't justify what you did or what kind of person that you've become."
"A terrible thought came to me and I couldn't argue against it or ignore the hate that swelled inside me because of it. The only time I felt alive was my first year of Hogwarts and the times I spent with Sirius whenever I didn't have to worry about his safety." said Harry, "Apart from those few times, I always felt like I was coasting through life; like I just kept going because I had to but with no real reason for myself to enjoy my life. My time at Hogwarts slowly became just as suffocating as when I was with the Dursleys, from the middle of Second Year onwards. Once I realized the problem, I just couldn't deal with it, I didn't know how."
"But you did so many good things," said Luna, she frowned. "So many lives were saved because of your heroic feats. You came through in the end and even in situations where the odds were far above and beyond your capabilities."
"This probably won't make much sense but . . . I was honestly just trying to be like those heroes in comic books I read as a kid. I felt like if I imitated them, then I could be a hero of some kind since so many people were already praising me as one. I did the same when trying to be a good kid, because I just didn't know what was expected of me." said Harry, "It wasn't until meeting the Weasley family that I fully understood what a family meant or how to be a good person so I imitated as best as I could. The only other references that I had in my life were comics, kids stories. My old school where Dudley got away with bullying me, and the Dursleys constantly demanding I do things around the house or punishing me with a belt whipping, locking me up in the cupboard under the stairs, or refusing to feed me didn't teach me much beyond being obedient because others had power over me. It was suffocating, it was so suffocating; I wanted and expected Hogwarts to be different but it just meant a less overt suffocation. I'm tired, I'm so tired, of trying to push myself, of trying to fight my doubts, of trying to ignore my anger and hate, and being labeled or yelled at for all the things I do. I can't stand the suffocation anymore, I'd prefer death at this point . . . I . . . just want to be gone. I'm tired of trying and I just want it to stop."
Tears streaked down his cheeks and Harry quickly wiped them away. Luna's brows furrowed. "So, to get rid of the suffocation, you hurt others? You wish for them to suffocate along with you?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, then I can gain a peace of mind . . . and freedom from being who I am. I can just be as cruel and horrible and I don't have to be punished or answer for anything. I can just be myself without being a celebrity or shunned by society for being some famous kid who got extremely lucky. I can hide, and feel good about making others understand how I feel every waking moment of my life, and be free from judgment. I just want others to suffer to prove that I'm a free man."
"Do you wish to live devoid of judgment and consequences?" said Luna, "Such a life . . . is a fairy tale but you already know that all too well. In the most free societies, we are criticized, ostracized, and hurt in the harshest of manners for our inane differences."
"I never want to experience the word 'consequences' ever again, I always have to suffer the consequence of being born Harry Potter and proving I'm some ideal hero, but I'd prefer to call myself something more, something different from what I'm forced to be, so that I can be a real human being instead of suffocating. Making others suffer . . . is my only real freedom." said Harry, "I have wondered from time to time . . . what life I would have, if I had never been Harry Potter but I am unfortunately that person and all I'm left with is suffocation, hate, and bitterness."
Harry felt her slender hands touch his cheeks and turn his head to gaze at her heart-shaped face. Luna smiled; a sad and bitter smile. "I, because I truly am a completely pathetic person, will always be here for you, my love. Just know that I will always love you."
Harry felt his heart soar and smiled back. "I will never love you, my Luna Lovegood Lestrange. Neither you nor anyone else. I just can't bring myself to care about anyone anymore. You're all just here to make me feel better by amusing me with your bodies and that's it."
Luna smiled as tears streaked down her cheeks. "I know my love, I've already accepted that."
The flames by the fireplace flickered green and a ghostly head emerged from the floo induced fire. The two broke apart and gazed back at the green fire.
"Harry Potter," said the newcomer, "and . . . the new Lady Lestrange. You've certainly done quite well for yourself since we last met, Potter."
"Hello, Riddle," said Harry grinning, Luna giggled as she turned her nose upward at the man in the fire. The Dark Lord scowled at them. "I would like to meet you in person tomorrow, alone. I'll bring Bella to you so that you can kill her, if you wish. She hasn't yet given up your secrets and I'm still taking my time breaking her."
"And why should I take such a proposal seriously?" said Voldemort, "The fact I cannot look into your mind anymore already has me skeptical. This parley of yours is sure to be a charade."
"Well then," said Harry flicking his wand, "you can say goodbye to these precious trinkets of yours."
Voldemort's eyes widened as he gazed at the cup of Helga Hufflepuff and the locket of Slytherin. He gave an utterly loathsome glare at Harry and Luna. "You will pay for this, Potter! Do not think that you can threaten me! The fact you have them means that Bella has spilled the information."
"Actually no," said Luna, Voldemort's red eyes turned to focus on her. Luna smirked. "it just means that I gave my Lord Husband a trinket I found from my vaults. As for the locket? Regulus Black found it years ago and it has been in the possession of House Black since his untimely death. If you wish to keep your horcruxes then you will meet us or we will use the basilisk venom from when my Lord destroyed your dairy in the Chamber of Secrets to do away with these two. Oh, and please give our thanks to Lucius Malfoy and his son for giving us such a gift and allowing us to formulate a plan to acquire more of these fine trinkets. Both of them are to thank for this situation."
Voldemort's eyes seemed to flash in the fire. His face was contorted in pure rage before an eerie calm descended and his visage became stony. "Very well . . . what is the most preferable time and place?"
Luna and Harry laughed in Voldemort's face.
"Potter," said Voldemort turning to gaze at the three newcomers.
Luna threw the locket and cup at Voldemort's feet. Nagini slithered out of Voldemort's robes and swept towards them before entangling herself between them. Voldemort waved his wand and the two objects floated towards him. Suddenly, Voldemort froze and his eyes widened.
"Wh -what?!" said Voldemort, before he stood like a statue.
"Too bad for you, Tom Riddle," said Luna, "due to the decisions you chose and your general pattern of behavior, you were unable to learn from your mistakes."
"I would never have realized it until far too late and with far too many deaths, if I had remained a good person," said Harry, his lips moving to a thin smile, "but your goals and actions are actually completely stupid. Apart from spreading terror, your organization doesn't do anything to make the changes it claims to uphold. All your actions would lead to is the annihilation of Magical Britain against the British military, should the actions warrant a heavy handed military response to your terrorism."
"You have no real ambitions, you never took advantage of your horrific cowing of the magical world to reform the government into the ideals of the pureblood movement you claimed to honor," said Luna, "you destroyed entire magical families for being so-called blood traitors thus destroying the pureblood cause even further, and you never had a good basis or provided any logical reasoning for your actions. If you had sought to take over the magical world, why didn't you during your first reign? What demands did your organization even have beyond murdering and raping innocent muggles and muggleborns? What did you even achieve through your actions?"
Before he could respond, the magical objects that were floating towards Voldemort exploded after a blinding flash of light.
"Enjoy death via muggle means that you scorned so much," said Harry, "your death won't be grand and it won't make you a martyr. You will die because of your own stupidity and it won't endear anyone to take up your cause precisely because purebloods hate muggle technology."
"Your legacy shall be one of ridicule due to your manner of death," said Luna, grinning, "and it shall ruin any prospects of people after you taking up your cause. History will remember you as the idiotic Dark Lord who couldn't properly defend himself from an obvious trap."
"If you think you'll live from this unscathed, you're a bigger fool than I thought!" snarled Voldemort, raising the elder wand in the air as the objects attached themselves to his body. "Avada Kedavra!"
The green jet of light struck Harry in the chest just as Voldemort's body exploded into a shower of guts and red rain.
Luna threw her head back and let out a high, cold laughter that was almost melodic.
Two Days Prior
"It is done, My Lord," said Luna, as she stopped swirling the cauldron on the kitchen table. "All that remains is the final ingredients and the last stirring."
Harry nodded and waved his hand. A sharp bark echoed from below. Narcissa took hold of the locket of Slytherin before dumping it into the cauldron. The cauldron's cool blue contents oozed into a slimy green. Harry waved his hand again as he looked down. Another bark followed his command.
"Come now," said Harry, smirking at his pet on the ground. "Get up to the table and put the cup of Hufflepuff into the cauldron like a good girl."
Harry's pet barked again before she got up from all fours to sway on her feet. She carefully walked up to the table before taking the cup and tossing it into the cauldron. She immediately went back to all fours and moved her nose to Harry's leg before sniffing and licking it.
"Now, now, Bella, enough of that," said Harry chuckling, he pinched Bellatrix's cheek before smacking her buttocks. "Be a good girl and go rest on the couch in the common room, won't you?"
Bellatrix barked once more before enthusiastically nodding her head up and down. She moved on all fours out of the door way and into the common room. Narcissa glanced at her for a few seconds before gazing back at the floor. Harry stretched in his chair.
"It's so good to see women finally knowing their place in magical society," said Harry, smiling and nodding to himself. Narcissa stiffened and Luna briefly shot him a glare before resuming her stirring. "Men are always going to rape and abuse women in all human societies; that is our privilege. Women should stop whining and learn to please men or else be put in their place."
Luna finished stirring, took hold of the fresh goblet at her side and put it into the cauldron, and proceeded to use an incantation with wand movements. Once she finished, she took out the goblet, with its contents filled with black and red goo having the coppery stench of blood, and placed it on the table in front of Harry."
"It is complete." said Luna, "Drink it."
Harry scowled at her. "Excuse me?! I'm a man and your Lord Husband, as such I'm entitled to more respect from you, woman."
Luna smiled. "Hurry up, or all this planning and preparation shall go to waste, my love."
Harry grabbed the goblet and drank the contents in one gulp. Upon finishing it, Harry tossed the goblet onto the table and rose from his seat until Luna walked over to him and pushed him back into his seat. Harry opened his mouth but then fell silent as his mind began to spin until he fell into a trance-like state.
Luna moved back as magic swirled around Harry and two apparitions appeared behind him. One was of the young Tom Marvolo Ridde and the other of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Narcissa inhaled sharply and her eyes widened upon seeing the ghostly spectres of the Dark Lord. Slowly, they shifted into sickly, pitch-black snakes and coiled around Harry before disappearing into nothingness.
Harry opened his eyes. Red eyes similar to Lord Voldemort's own greeted Luna and Narcissa. The eyes slowly shifted back to green but held a tint of red hue that didn't exist before. Harry rose to his feet and gazed at Luna.
"It was completed perfectly," said Luna, "but there are drawbacks. Until the horcruxes are fully absorbed into your magic and soul, you cannot have any sexual intercourse or the pieces of horcruxes could latch onto any progeny that you have in an instinctual attempt to escape the merger and subsequent oblivion."
"What?!" snapped Harry, standing before Luna and balling his fists, "How dare you not tell me this before the ritual!"
"I told you that it was a ritual utilizing death magic, a peculiar brand of the many branches of Dark magic, Harry Potter," said Luna, scowling at him. Her cheeks flushed red and her eyes blazing but her tone remained firm. "The length of the absorption really depends upon your own soul and magic so the best I can say is that the time will be indeterminable until the black snake apparition appears for a few seconds to indicate the final completion."
"I thought that just meant I had to kill someone!" shouted Harry, his visage turning puce. "What the fuck does abstinence have to do with death?!"
Luna blinked and tilted her head. "You do know that procreation is the ultimate form of celebrating life, right? It is done to prolong the species and typically through mutual love. Abstinence, by contrast and despite the supposed honor attached to conducting such idiotic behavior, is a celebration of death. It is seeing the body as evil, impure, and worldly matters as insignificant compared to some supposed higher calling. In truth, it is a worship of death above life."
"Well, that's just fucking stupid! What moron would willingly abstain from sex in order to feel better as a person?!" said Harry, "Wasn't there another way?! A better way?!"
"Well, we could have done the standard practice, which would require doing what Tom Riddle does to acquire horcruxes, in addition to reducing your carnal desires, your libido, and if prolonged enough . . ." Luna paused for dramatic effect. "Your penis too!"
Harry's eyes widened and his mouth hung agape. "Voldemort was always a fucking idiot, wasn't he?"
Luna smiled and nodded. "He squandered his physical charms for the sake of what he believed was a higher spiritualized form of himself come to fruition. Whenever I think about it, I can't help but find such an idea pathetic."
"Well, maybe I should take my new anger out on you by killing you as punishment for not warning me beforehand!" snapped Harry, glaring at Luna. Luna raised an eyebrow. "How dare you not inform me of the full details, you dumb, stupid ass bit -!"
Slap!
Harry felt a searing burn from where Luna just slapped him. He glared at her with his teeth clenched and his eyes glinted red with obvious fury.
"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT, YOU STUPID BITCH!" shouted Harry, taking out his wand and raising it.
Luna placed her hands on her hips, walked closer to Harry so that their noses were touching, and gazed at him straight in his eyes. Harry's fiery eyes, glinting malice and inevitable pain, looked into Luna's steely, cold eyes. Luna didn't flinch as Harry stared down her small form in a menacing demeanor with his body tight with rage.
"Do it then," whispered Luna, her lips twitching upwards. "Kill me. Do it. If you really have no use for me and have no need of me . . . well, it's just as you said, Harry Potter. You're well within your rights to rape me, kill me, torture me, and whatnot because I struck first. In fact . . . I dare you to kill me for disobeying you, my love."
Harry growled his frustration aloud before turning about face and pocketing his wand. He walked over to Narcissa and punched her in the stomach, causing Narcissa to double over in pain, and then kicked Narcissa in the sternum before stomping to the kitchen door and heading into the common room. Luna shook her head.
What a pathetic, disgusting display thought Luna as a small smile crept up her lips.
"Harry, what have you done, Harry?" said a voice that echoed across the white void surrounding him. A strong feminine voice in tone. "How could you betray all of your principles?"
"They were never my principles!" snarled Harry, scowling at the abysmal nothingness surrounding him. "I just . . . pretended because it's all I knew."
"You went back on everything that we fought for!" snapped an annoying male voice, "Everything we did for you! Everything we sacrificed! All for what? So that you could become some sociopathic rapist?!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't exactly have any of you raising me when growing up, did I?" said Harry, scowling at the void. "I had nothing, Dumbledore sent me to people who assaulted me, starved me, and locked me up in a cupboard whenever they didn't want to deal with me crying or needing anything. What the fuck did you expect? That I'd be sane after all that? Nope, sorry, I'm just a good pretender. I did all those heroics because I felt it was required of me and I got nothing in return!"
"You've changed so much in such a short time . . ." said another male voice, stronger than the last. "Harry, please, reconsider where your actions are leading you. I know I don't really live up to that standard . . . but I want the best for you. All three of us do. We always have . . ."
"Sirius?" gasped Harry, "Well . . . honestly, I don't know what to say. I just can't bring myself to believe in love, justice, or any moral compass. What's the point? None of it is ever really defended and there are excuses made by everybody. Why bother being the hero when all you get is unrepentant mockery, hate, and derision? I'm sorry but . . . I just can't handle it anymore. I can't bring myself to be happy or to believe in a good world. It's too much . . ."
"Oh my poor Harry," said the female voice, "Please . . . Harry, reconsider just one more time!"
"I'm sorry," said Harry shrugging, "but I just can't force myself to change. I've been forced to never rely on anyone . . . and I'm afraid that won't change just because I'm listening to the dead. You're all gone, you can't offer me anything for what I've endured. I appreciate you all and everything you've done for me . . . but . . . goodbye."
Luna walked over to the field of gore and summoned an active, boiling cauldron. She quickly grabbed the left hand of Voldemort and tossed it into the cauldron. Luna looked around and grabbed the beating heart of Voldemort and threw it into the cauldron. She summoned a spatula and began to stir with one hand while waving her wand to conduct incantations with the other hand.
The cauldron bubbled and finally shined brightly. Luna laughed as the contents morphed and compartmentalized within itself. "Blood of the threstral, blood of a high-born dragon, and the bone, skin, blood, and heart of the enemy; combine and form into the power beyond human means!"
Harry groggily arose and snapped his fingers to grab hold of Voldemort's old wand and the Elder Wand. Harry smirked as he arose.
"Hello, love!" said Luna, smiling at him, "How was your meeting with your parents and godfather?"
Harry shrugged and looked away. "It looks like Ravenclaw's tiara was sufficient enough to sacrifice to bring myself back. I really have rendered his powers and control obsolete. It now belongs to me as an anchor. So, have you completed your mother's research?"
"Indeed!" said Luna giggling, as the cauldron finished shimmering and abruptly stopped. Luna grabbed the object that was created from the contents and held it up in her hand. A blood red rock with lines as if they were veins. "It is complete! All we need is Slytherin's ring and you shall be the Eternal Master of Death, my love!"
Harry smiled as he looked at Luna's open hand. Now all that's left is Dumbledore.
The philosopher stone glimmered blood red in the pitch-dark night.
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