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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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            Severus was currently sulking, but he would term it quiet contemplation, while he handed out the potions to the students. He had not had an accidental magic spill in years; it was like having a wet dream. But Severus didn’t care whether it was natural or not, just that he thought he had better control, until he started sleeping with Harry Potter.

            The various blushes he received from several students as they got their dose of potion were amusing, but he still did not like the thought of him being the cause. He was walking back to his office and lab to replenish the stock and set up a dispensing area in the infirmary for those missing dinner that night because they were occupied, when he was grabbed and pulled into an alcove on the second floor.

            He struggled for a moment until his senses caught a smell and tingle of familiar magic. “Draco Malfoy, what is the meaning of this?” He turned and lit his wand to see the blonde boy.

            “I have a problem that needs your attention.” He ground his groin against his professor’s thigh.

            “I am sure Mr. Potter would be more than willing to help you, as I have work to do to fix the problem we caused in the school. Every pubescent, hormonal teenager is clamoring over themselves to either touch themselves or each other. Take a potion or find someone else.” Severus wanted to sneer, but the continued rubbing was tempting him to a semi-public act that could highly embarrass him if they were caught.

            “But Sev, it’s the blood flow that’s the problem, not the desire.” Draco’s seductive voice called out to the dark arousal that fueled his bloodlust. He wrapped am arm around Draco and pulled him close as his neck was exposed. His tongue snaked out and licked across the pale skin. It tasted of passion fruit and salt, like Draco was some exotic dish that did not belong as part of Britain, but some Caribbean Island. He sank his fangs into the supple skin and drew the life force that would sate his hunger.

            Despite Severus’ assertion that Harry would be more than willing to help Draco with his problem, Harry was in a bit of a bind at the time himself, literally. Someone caught him off guard, Moody would be very ashamed, while he strolled towards Gryffindor tower.

            Harry couldn’t see his assailant in the darkness he was being held in. He could only discern sounds of soft steps on a hard floor and the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric. It sounded like at least two others in the room. The sound of fabric got closer to Harry and he tensed feeling the presence of someone right next to him.

            “You should never let your guard down Mr. Potter. It is a time of war.”

            The blindfold was removed from Harry’s eyes revealing Professors Craven and Soren. Harry was shocked to see the two men.

            “Why am I tied up?” Harry was a bit concerned, but he knew the wards wouldn’t let anyone in to harm.

            “Well, this is part of your private tutelage and training.” Soren, one of the new defense teachers and Poetter said with a small smug smile on his face. “We are here to show how to utilize your magic and powers to save your butt when in a bind.”

            “Yes, we will periodically…detain you to assess your skills and see if any of the lessons we are teaching are getting through.” Craven spoke from across the room, watching the two Poetters.

            Harry noticed the distance, “Professor Craven, why are you way over there?” Harry looked amusing with his head cocked at an angle and his hands tied behind his back trying to keep his balance.

            “Because you are tempting.” At Harry’s questioning look, he replied, “You smell of sex, power, and another vampire. Who has fed off of you recently?”

            “Professor Snape, he got turned during a detention two days ago. We were intimate a few hours ago.”

            “That is interesting. I was going to court you myself, but if there is a claim, I will gracefully withdraw.” Craven bowed and smiled.

            Harry couldn’t help but be flattered by the attractive vampire. He was tall, handsome, and blonde. His eyes were a beautiful violet color that glowed no matter the surrounding light.

            The Vampire and the Poetter sobered from the informal conversation by stiffening their backs and hardening their eyes. Harry was immediately reminded that he was tied and vulnerable somewhere in Hogwarts, alone with these men of combat and defense.

            “If you are kidnapped that is not the end of the world. If you are detained it means you can escape. You will usually have two man teams guarding any captives in any given situation.” Soren lectured and paced while Craven simply stared and stalked. “Depending on the importance of a hostage/captive determines the incompetence of the guards tasked to watch them or the cruelty of said guards. Harry…your unique set of talents and powers enables you to get away rather easily, but there are always ways of detaining a person. Restraints for example are…” Soren trailed off with a look to Craven.

            “Are varied from magical repression to simply tied hemp twine. You can probably get out the restraints you are in now, but any magically repressive restraints I will teach you to escape while still restrained.” Craven continued his lecture of the various forms of escape that Harry would need to know and to teach his teams.

            “Over the next few months we will be holding ‘hunts’ in Hogwarts, with your permission of course, and random tests of your team members. We hope to train you in stealth and quick battle. Strike and retreat. You will need to fight like this to weaken the enemy so the Ministry can officially handle the ‘rest’.” Craven looked at Harry sitting there listening attentively. The boy had not moved from his spot the whole of the lecture.

            Soren decided to try and get a rise out of the docile boy, he thought Harry needed to take this a little bit more seriously. “You’re only sitting there like a limp dog, Potter. You have been tortured and beaten for the amount of time you have cooperated with this lesson. You should have been trying to escape the whole time!” Soren looked slightly angry, but it was short lived when Harry pulled his arms from behind his back and threw the bindings to the ground.

            “Well, I figured you were imparting some pretty important info on me, so I thought I would stick around and listen before heading off.” Harry sounded nonchalant about his escape and captivity.

            Craven stepped near the door to block the only escape route, “Well, it is impressive you have used the time to gather intelligence, but you will still need to fight your way out the room and I have your wand.”   The vampire’s violet eyes boasted of smugness as he held the phoenix and holly wand aloof to taunt the captive.

            Harry had the exact opposite reaction to the threat, “Well, I think the lesson was about escape tonight and I think you should check the object you hold in your hand because these,” Harry held of his prized wand and his newly acquired wand from the former Headmaster. “are my wands.” Harry put emphasis on the plural and cast a quick stupefy and teleported to the Chamber of Secrets. Harry was breathing hard. That decoy wand was a great investment. He would have to thank the twins right and proper the next meeting.



            Minerva McGonagall was frustrated and worried that she would be the first Head of Hogwarts to have half the school knocked up before the end of the year. The libido potions were taking care of most of the teens, except for the older faculty members and seventh years. Minerva was about to sit down behind her desk, when a voice made her stand and turn with her wand drawn and a hex silently cast.

            “Abra, you know not to sneak up on me. There is many a man that have almost lost their bollocks sneaking up on me.” Her stern voice only made the man chuckle under his breath.

            “And what about women, Min?”

            “They gained them, Abra, for trying to sneak up on me. Many a female combatant has limped away with wounded pride, a story to tell.” Minerva turned back and called for a house elf to bring tea and biscuits, while Abra took a seat and got comfy on a couch.

            “I remember when I didn’t have to worry about losing my manhood, except down your throat, Min. I miss that, especially now.”

            Minerva knew a proposition when she heard one and the constant tingle in her nether regions kept her temper and conscience short. “Abra, I am an old woman now; what can I offer you?”

            “Plenty, Min. I only require a hole or two.”

            “You’re a sweet talker, Abby, I don’t know how I can refuse the consideration.” Minerva’s tone spoke volumes of the flirtatious banter and sarcasm. “Come on, I still need to celebrate my new position.” Minerva rose from her position and opened a hidden cabinet in her book shelf and pulled a bottle of gold liquid out and two glasses.

            “Is that golden water? I didn’t think that was even in circulation anymore.”

            “It’s not, a pair of formar students brew a special batch for me each year, to grease the gears of their pranks.” Minerva laughed to herself and motioned from Abra to follow her to her private chambers.

            “I think I almost went blind on that stuff once,” but Abra followed.

Hours later close to the rising of the sun, the Headmistresses private rooms opened and a ruffled male professor walked away from the door with a slight limp, but with one of those smiles that tell every dirty act you participated in and should be ashamed of, but yet you’re not and kinda proud that you only got a crick in your neck and slight strain in your thigh for that move you need to be twenty years younger or a century younger to do safely.

            The next day of classes would see multiple detentions handed out and a few near misses, because the teacher was the one late, instead of the students.

            Three weeks later brought the first ‘hunt’ to Hogwarts. The teachers had decided to allow the fifth-seventh years to participate. The rules were set up that either escape or take a hostage to stay active. The younger students were locked tight in the dorms all accounted for and any other student not brave enough to participate.

            The participants were gathered in the Great Hall garbed in various forms of body armor and robes and muggle dress. The two sides were deemed the dark and the light, for just the right amount of cheek and reverence to their current situation.

            Harry stood up at the front next to Minerva, Abra, Soren, and Craven. Harry couldn’t help but peek sideways to see Severus eyeing his full body armor and its tight fit. Severus as usual wore his billowing robes, but instead of his hair loose and flowing, it was tied back in a high pony tail. It made him look even younger than the vampire turning made him.

            Severus over the last few weeks had undergone a drastic, yet subtle change. The age lines of his years stress as a spy and forty something age had smoothed and tightened on his face and body. Harry realized that the hooked nose was definitely a break from his youth as it now formed a straight line down his face and made the man look even more forbidding in his beauty than his rugged handsomeness of before. The combination of Harry's magic and vampire turning was amazing on Severus.

            “Attention Participants,” McGonagall started, bringing the milling crowd to attention. “We are about to begin the first ever Hogwarts Hunt. You all are aware of the rules. There are mixed teams and you should wear your colors to be recognized. Team leaders would you like to say any words of encouragement?”

            Harry stepped forward as the Dark team leader, “My Dark Minions!” Harry yelled and smiled bright and the dark team cheered. “We hunt tonight not to just have fun with classmates, but as a true training exercise for the war. Tonight we are not made up of houses, blood distinctions, or species; we are made up of only two choices, Dark and Light. This is what the war is about. There are only two sides and regardless of the choice we make anyone leaving Hogwarts will have a fighting chance to live and survive. Marauders, don’t let me down.” People from both teams cheered at the mention of Harry’s name for his elite team. They had been split between the two sides for fairness.

            Professor Flitwick stood next to Harry on a pedestal and spoke short and sweet, “The Light shall prevail!” He hopped down and McGonagall brought everyone’s attention back to her.

            “Good Luck to you all. The Forbidden Forest is still off limits, but the grounds are fair game. Nox!” The lights in the Great Hall went out and a few pops were heard as the wards were adjusted to let apparition possible within the grounds. It was an idea Harry had come up with as a real world possibility of a big disadvantage.

            The Hunt had begun.
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