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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I hated the taste of polyjuice potion. I always have.

Sitting in the classes listening to Mad-Eye’s ‘fake double’ spout his bullshit was almost unforgivable. Ron being excited to NOT learn something in a book brought me back to the good old days of realizing my friend was too childish for his own good.

The poor guy was never motivated in his entire life. Hell his relationship with Hermione he just kind of fell into because she loved a goofball. Watching the two of them orbit each other reminded me of every time they did their best to make it work. They weren’t perfect, no one is, but they were already on their second kid before they realized their relationship was inherently broken in my previous life.

Now that I was here, my insides were warring with me about the choice I’d made and how many people it was actually going to affect. Regardless I managed to pass the note to Hermione. I watched her read it out of the corner of my eye, and I watched her body recoil in surprise as Dumbledore got up to speak.

“Harry…”

I could hear her trying to get my attention, but I was too busy listening to the headmaster’s bullshit to pay her any mind. It wasn’t till she pinched my arm that I turned and looked at her blushing gobsmacked expression.

“What?!” I was fairly impatient with my response, which in turn caused her to shrink back like I was going to hit her, something I immediately regretted. The note had been simple.

~We need to talk about your life debt: TONIGHT~

I could imagine bringing it up for the first time in 4 years was a little offputting and scary, my demenour was making it worse no doubt. I patted her on the thigh and put my finger to my lips with a smirk turning around just as the goblet began to flair up for the fourth time.

“NO!”

I felt the eyes turn to me as I shuffled to my feet, grabbing my chest. I popped the little concoction into my mouth, chewed and swallowed it before rising to my feet. The drama was real for me as the antidote took hold.

A month not in my own body was hell, especially the taste of Polyjuice Potion. Dumbledore didn’t even look at the paper, rushing to catch me as I felt my bones shift and pop. My new augmentation correcting my chronic, and otherwise what would have been debilitating and humiliating, life long conditions made me clumsy. Being forced to revert hurt like hell, and I had new respect for Remus and his composure. I made it all the way to Dumbledore’s arms before I couldn’t keep on my feet.

“I didn’t do anything! Why?! Make it stop, I didn’t--” I let the pain take me at that point and I cried out as I saw spots, then darkness.

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Ah the infirmary….I even offered Neville 50 galleons once back when he was headmaster...or would it be forward...sideways? Regardless, I wanted to buy this fucking bed. I slept more comfortably here than anywhere else on the planet. I barely got my eyes open when I felt my hand being squeezed and looked over to see my best friend staring at me through bloodshot teary eyes.

“H-harry, what happened to you? You just collapsed and then--”

I wanted to let her go on but I put a finger on her lips and looked around. No doubt we were being watched even if I couldn’t see anyone, the pictures probably? I raised my hand and waved it around, finally snapping my fingers until a little pop told me it worked.

“Master be calling--”

“Shh…” I put my finger that had been on Hermione’s lips to my own. “Bag.” I said the one word and Dobby flopped his ears with a nod. My friend at that point realized my friends new accessory: a satchel. I closed my eyes to avoid the disorientation as he snapped his fingers.

“Ugh..” I opened them to see Hermione holding her head. Ignoring that I looked around the room at my work. It had taken about 20 days of subtle enchanting to get the room this big. One of the biggest things I hated about my old life was going back to the Dursley palatial hell hole. Never again. “W-where are we?” I heard her gasp looking around at what was effectively my home. The space inside was barely twice as big as the tent the Weasley’s had had us stuffed in for the Quidditch game.

“Dobby has already started moving in the furniture…” I spoke more to myself than her as I walked through the sitting room where we’d landed into what I could guess was the little man rapidly making into the kitchen. I was not the most imaginative when it came to enchantment, I’d barely learned the basics from Hermione herself in a past life...so the whole building was a straight line front to back. Past the kitchen was the bedroom, and beyond that the bath.

“Harry we need to talk, are you okay?” I could feel Hermione on my arm, trying desperately to both stop me and not touch me at the same time. I waited just inside the doorway of the bathroom for her to pass me and face me before I spoke.

“No, I’m not okay Hermione.” I sighed dramatically, cupping my forehead and feeling her grab both of my biceps to try and comfort me. The fact that her thumbs were playing with my muscles as she held onto me was amusing to say the least. “I’m being targeted, again, and the headmaster isn’t doing a thing about it….again.” I looked into her eyes. “I’ve knew it was going to happen, so I made a plan...and I built this for us.”

“You mean you built--” she looked around, “how-- wait, us?” she took a half step back and I nodded softly with a smile.

“Hermione Jean Granger,” I took a deep breath, “You owe me a life debt. You have stayed by my side however, and for that I’m grateful.” I watched her smile beam, “I now find myself in need of you, and I must ask you for something far more than just friendship.” I held out my hand, and she watched it curiously until a hand of her own flew to her neck.

The little leather choker, a warm chocolate color, faded into existence. The last little detail was the silver bell before it gave a soft pop of light. With the light came a golden strand that stretched all the way from just below the bell to the wooden handle covered in braided leather appearing in my outstretched hand.

“HARRY?! What is this?!” Her screech as she grabbed the cord with both hands hurt, it was laced with betrayal, fear, yet for the life of her she couldn’t seem to bring malice into her tone.

“Give me your wand.” I said it firmly, and I watched the shock in her eyes as she watched her own hand obey me without her permission. “Dobby.” The little man popped in, looked at the girl on the leash, and to my utter surprise, snickered.

“Master calls?” The way he said it while side glancing at Hermione made me nearly lose my composure, the slapped look on her face didn’t help.

“I need you to draw Hermione a bath, and keep it warm. Can you do that with a charm?” He nodded and I turned away from him as he went to work. Poor Hermione looked like she was about to cry from confusion, something I needed to take care of. “You will never, ever betray me. You will not leave me or do something that I don’t like. This is not a fact, not just a belief.” I could see her wheels turning. “I need to take control of my life. Dumbledore wants me to die--” I held up my hand to stop her argument, “it’s a simple fact Hermione. He created scenario after scenario intended to force the minions of Voldemort and I to face each other. If i want to live through this I need to rely on the people i care about and take over my own damn life.”

“Thats…” she looked down at the rope, trying to not lose her temper I could tell. Probably being magically leashed had a hell of a lot to do with her emotional state being a bit off. “How do we...where does this come in?”

“Poor choice of words actually,” I scoffed as I took a step forward, grabbing her biceps and making her look up at me curiously, “well, there is no way I can fight Dumbledore’s hold on my guardianship as a minor…..so I’ll just stop being a minor.” She nodded, if a bit confused, “and the fastest way to emancipate for someone in my state is to...sire.”

She cocked her head, furrowed her brow, unfurrowed it. I watched her brain try to peace together that one final bridge of logic...only to burn down and start over.

“This will just be faster,” I sighed looking at the floor with a blush, then back into her eyes as I held out my hand. “Take off your panties, and hand them to me.”

I cannot really explain to you what I was looking at. Panic maybe, mixed with incredulity as she bent at the wait and thumbed her cotton bottoms out from under that skirt. She looked at the bundle of cloth in her palm like it was a test she’d never studied for as she handed it over.

“...oh.” Her face went four shades of red bordering on purple as she stared straight ahead, into my throat because I doubt she’d have stayed conscious looking me in the eyes. “Harry, I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m not really ready for...that.”

“Hermione,” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she held both hands firmly on the front of her school skirt to keep it down. Like there was the possibility of a breeze...in the bathroom….of an extradimensional space. “I need to know that you trust me, that you believe that I know what I’m doing.”

“I want to, I just...how long have you...thought about this?”

“You mean about bending you over this sink and fucking the living shit out of you?” I grinned as she looked up scandalized and stopped dead when our eyes met. “About oh...15minutes now? The plan is much older, believe me if I had more attractive options I would take them,” I watched her frown, “and by attractive I mean an option that didn’t force me to ravage and impregnate my only real friend in this world.” I slowly reached for my fly and watched her stare in curiosity.

“You have...I’m not your only friend Harry.” Her eyes didn’t move from my hand as I unbuttoned my pants.

“If Ron hasn’t already publicly abandoned me for this fiasco, he will the next time we talk,” Her expression as she looked to the side told me I was right on the money. “Besides that my other options are who exactly? Ginny? This wouldn’t even fit.” I chuckled as I let my pants hit the floor.

“OH my--” Hermione put her hand over her mouth as her eyes became saucers. “Harry that’s not going to fit in me either!”

“I read a trick in a play wizard once…” I lied grinning as I stepped out of my pants, the burning heat of her staring at my new found appendage making me hard as I pulled her closer to me by the leash I was still palming. I transferred the wand she’d given me from the hand holding the leash to my left and handed it back to her, grinning as she looked at it like it was brand new. “Now then….you lead the way to the bed. Drop the skirt too, I want to see if your bottom half is as brilliant as the top.”
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