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Chapter 22 � A Little Place of His Own

Author�s note: The beautiful girl
I married had, at first, a very poor self-image.� Those things that I found
most appealing were, in her mind, flawed somehow.� When we went back to her old
High School for her 10^th year reunion I was gratified to see all the
�popular� guys go ga-ga over the beautiful, competent, self-assured woman my
wife had become.� Eat your hearts out guys; the belle of the ball goes home
with me!� Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya!

)O(

Harry was sitting at the long
table in Rowena Ravenclaw�s library, enjoying an excellent lunch with a few of his
witches.

�Minnie, Luv, did you know, in
advance, what tasks Zelda had for me?�

Minerva raised her eyebrows,
�Zelda?�

Harry blushed, �Well, yeah,
Griselda insisted I call her that after the third transfiguration task.�

�Better be careful with that
boyish charm, my Lord Warlock, or Griselda Marchbanks might just take the
rejuvenation curse for you as well.�

�I already have riches beyond
measure.� He said, and kissed his way around the dining table.

�So, what did she have you do?�

Harry smirked, �She had me transfigure
a teacup into a tortoise, a toadstool into a toad and a table into a . . .
hobby horse.

�I almost panicked when she hobbled
over to the table and said, �Transfigure this table!� I thought she was going
to hop up on it.�

�Harry, she�s almost two-hundred
years old, I think it�s safe to say she won�t be �hopping� up on anything too
soon.�

�She liked the hobby horse; I
made it into a carrousel pony with purple livery.�

�I�d say you impressed her, now
finish your lunch and be prepared to do the same with charms.�

�Yus, ma�am!�

)O(

In Rowena�s library Patricia
Potter nee Stimpson was an emotional wreck, she�d been mooning over Harry,
along with half the population of Hogwarts since before the Tri-wizard
Tournament.� Somehow, inexplicably, she found herself in the Coven of the Four
Houses � and Harry couldn�t possibly have known her from Auntie Eve.� She
looked at her reflection and didn�t like what she saw.� She wore glasses, her
mouth was markedly wide, her hair was terribly short and much too kinky, she
was excessively tall, she had no baps to speak of, her legs were too long her
knees were knobby and . . .

�Patricia?�

Harry sat next to her on the
library couch and took one of her too-large hands in his.

�Y-yes, Harry?�

�Are you alright, you seem
distracted somehow.�

�No, I�m, I . . .�

She broke down in tears.�

She would have run from the room
but Harry held her in a tight embrace so she could cry herself out on his shoulder.

By the time Patricia could bring
herself to speak Harry�s shoulder was soaked with tears.

�Its okay, Tricia, you don�t have
to do anything you don�t want to.� He conjured a handkerchief and handed it to
her.

She pulled back away from him,
adjusted her glasses back onto her nose, wiped the tears from her face and blew
her nose, loudly.

�Oh Harry, you can release me
from my vows - its okay.� There are lots of girls, prettier and more charming
and more athletic than me that would love to be the next Mrs. Potter.�

Harry studied her face, nodded,
and pulled her into a tight hug, �I�ll release you from your vows if that�s
what you really want.� Is there someone you�d rather be with, or do you just
not want to be with anyone right now?�

She leaned back again and looked
puzzled, �I don�t want to be released.� I thought you didn�t want to be
with me.�

Harry smiled, �Do you know why I
love you Patricia?�

She could only shake her head,
not daring to speak.

�Last year, when I was being
shunned by everyone else you always had an encouraging word for me.� And do you
remember when you had to go to the Hospital wing?�

�Yes,� she said in a small voice,
�I was studying for my OWLs and the pressure got to be too much.�

�Do you remember what you did
then?�

�I went back and finished my exams.�

�You faced your greatest fear
head on.� That�s when I knew I could love you.�

She gave Harry a look of
astonishment, and then discombobulated puzzlement.� �You�ll have to explain
that to me, Harry.�

�You were scared, you were at the
end of your rope, ready to quit.�

Comprehension dawned, �But I
didn�t.�

�No, you didn�t� he smiled,
knowing that she understood.

�They could fail me but no way
was I gonna quit!�

�That was the bravest thing I
ever saw.�� Harry said, pulling her into a tight embrace.� �And I knew that we
would be friends, and hopefully, more than friends.�

He leaned forward to give her a
tender kiss and their glasses bumped.� They laughed and removed their glasses
then kissed properly for the first time.

�Of course your lips are so
kissable; I could see that from across the Great Hall.�

My mouth is so wide you can
see it from Hogsmeade, she
thought.� Still, if Harry likes it, I can live with it.

He ran his fingers through her
short kinky hair.

�And your soft hair frames your
face so beautifully, when the lights behind you it forms a halo.�

He kissed her deeply.� �Shall I
go on?�

She nodded, her breath becoming
more ragged as he deftly unbuttoned her starched white blouse.

�Your breasts are perfect, not
too large, firm little cones that cry out to be kissed.�

Two scones on an ironing board
you mean, still, he does seem to genuinely like them, hmmmm, I like him liking
them.

He kissed one, then the other,
then palmed one as he licked and sucked the junction of her neck and shoulders.

�And your legs,� he said, sliding
a hand up her thigh, �your legs just go on forever.�

Oh, yes, keep that up, keep .
. . wait, he�s stopped.� Why has he stopped?

Harry held Patricia at arms
length, waiting for her to come back.� When her eyes finally focused on his he
said, �Patricia, I love you.� You.� Yes I want to make love to you, but know
this, I love you for your courage, for your strength of character, not just
because you have a beautiful face and a body that would make a monk weep for his
vows.�

She smiled, wistfully, and said,
�I believe you, Harry.�� And she realized she did believe him.�

Patricia made an additional vow
that day.� She would never doubt Harry�s love again.� And she would always look
at herself through Harry�s eyes.

�Tell me more about my legs.� she
purred, and placed his hand back under her skirt.

Harry laid her back on the couch
and arranged her legs so that her left foot was up on the couch, her knee bent,
and her right foot was on the floor.� She�d evidently gotten the memo that
advised against wearing knickers because when Harry pushed her uniform skirt up
her thighs he uncovered her wet, furry treasure beneath.

He fell to his knees and
worshiped at the altar of Patricia�s sex, pungent and gleaming with her arousal.

)O(

Daphne and Tracey and Megan were
comparing notes with Millicent and Pansy as to what Harry seemed to like and
were getting more confused by the moment.

Pansy was saying, �He�s like an
animal, a force of nature!� He takes you on that massive cock of his and rocks
you to your very soul!�

Millie shook her head, �He�s
gentle and loving and when he moves into you he lets you know that you�re his
whole world.�

�I couldn�t walk straight for two
days!� Pansy insisted.

�I felt as if I�d been touched by
an angel.� Millie countered.

Hermione put her book down and
said, �Sympathetic magic.�

The four Vipera and one
Puff looked at Hermione, who blushed, �It�s obviously some kind of sympathetic
magic.� Professor McGonagall . . .�

�Minnie to my friends.� The
professor said from the doorway where she�d been watching the exchange between
her sister witches.

�. . . Minnie suggested it
first.� Somehow Harry gets into our heads, maybe its some form of subconscious
legilimens, maybe its empathy.� Whatever it is, Harry seems to know what a
witch needs and becomes exactly that.�

�So if I need a knight in shining
armor, riding in on a white steed?� Daphne suggested.

�Then Harry will carry you off to
his love nest on the back of a hippogriff � believe me, I know!�
Hermione smirked.

Just then they heard a familiar voice
shriek, �Harrrryyyyyy!� accompanied by a masculine groan.

�Sounds like Patricia�s getting
what she needs.� Pansy said, smiling.

�Thank the Goddess for the
stamina of a teenaged male!� Minerva chuckled.

�You�re welcome.� Astarte said
from her perch atop Hermione�s chair.

Daphne turned to Tracey and
asked, �Have you?�

Tracey shook her head, �Have
you?�

Both Vipera stood and
strode purposefully in the direction of the library couch.

�I hope Harry�s been taking his
vitamins.� Hermione said, smiling.� �Those two look determined.�

�Oh, damn!� Daphne groused.

�What is it?� Hermione asked.

�He�s phased off somewhere and
taken Patricia with him.�

�Lord Harry Potter Sir is in
Missus Helena�s bedchamber, ma�ams.�� Dobby said, smiling, before popping out
of the room himself.

)O(

Later that afternoon Dobby appeared
in the middle of the apartment�s living room and looked about for Susan or
Hannah or Millicent.

�Looking for someone in
particular, Dobby?� Myrtle asked.

�Yes, Lady Mrytle, ma�am.� Lady
Millie-cent and Lady Susan and Lady Hannah had a duty for us.�

�Oh, yes, the cottage!� They told
us all about it � how is it coming?�

�Potter�s Retreat is coming
nicely, Lady Myrtle, ma�am, but there is dark magic under the basement floor.�

Su asked, �Something dark from
the founder?�

�Is not feeling like founder�s
magic, Lady Su, ma�am.� Is feeling like Bad Master�s book.�

Myrtle turned toward the bedroom,
�We should tell Harry.�

But then was stopped short by the
sound of shrieking laughter coming from the bed.

The former ghost paused and said,
�I think it can wait, don�t you?�

Dobby smiled sheepishly and
nodded.

)O(

Daphne and Tracey gave Patricia
two hours before they made their way quickly to Helena�s apartment, quietly
slipping into the founder�s bedchamber by way of the adjoining bathroom.� Both Vipera
sniggered as they took in the scene before them.

Harry was on his knees in the
center of the bed, Patricia was on her back, well, shoulders really as she was
impaled on Harry�s unflagging cock, one leg on the bed her other over his
shoulder.�

Harry was calling, softly,
�Patricia . . . Trish . . .� Sweetie?�

Daphne strode forward, �I think
you wore her out, stud.�

Harry chuckled, nodded, then
pulled gently out, which elicited a little mew of disappointment from the
prostrate witch.

He whispered, so as not to
disturb his sleeping Gryffindor, �I need the loo,� then excused himself for a
moment to freshen up in the bathroom.

�Care to take a walk?� Harry
asked as he returned, fastening the clasp on his school robe.� He held out his
arms for both girls to join him in a three-way cuddle, then faded.

The trio faded in on the far side
of the lake, in the same spot where four girls, each from a different house, had
first declared their intention to form a coven.

The transfigured blanket and
pillows were still there, a testament to the enormity of the magic of that
first meeting.

�In later years this will become
a hallowed place, because this is where it all really began.� Daphne whispered.

�It�s warm here.� Tracey
observed.� The rest of the grounds around Hogwarts were in the grip of a late autumn
chill.

�It�s because this little island
of magic remembers how things were on that day.� It doesn�t even get dark
here.� Oh, the sun goes down, but there�s a glow about this meadow � you can
see it from Rowena�s tower if you look across the lake.�

Daphne looked worried, �Harry,
um, we wanted to, y�know . . .�

�You want to make love?�

Both girls nodded, sheepishly.

�Then this is the perfect place!�
This is no shrine to chastity; it�s an altar to the Goddess Astarte, for whom
the physical coming together of a man and woman is an act of worship.�

Suddenly the three mages found
themselves denuded.

Harry looked at his two Vipera
and smiled, �I love magic!�

He kissed Daphne, then Tracey.�
The girls ran their hands over Harry�s torso and back, wrapped their long
fingers around his fully erect cock and gave him a little squeeze.

�Blessed be!� they chimed in
unison.

�Oh, aye!�

�Harry let the girls to the
blanket and cushions and knelt with them, kissing, touching, fondling.� He laid
them, side-by-side on the blanket and began to alternately touch, cuddle,
stroke, lick, suck and caress both girls.

Daphne lay on the blanket, her
blonde hair loose and free framed her head and shoulders as she moaned in
appreciation of Harry�s ministrations.

Tracey�s thick raven locks
cascaded over her shoulders and down her back as she leaned up on her elbows
watching intently while Harry alternately lapped and manipulated her and her
sister Vipera.

Harry�s green eyes met hers and
he released a little magic through his fingers.� Her brown eyes rolled back in
her head and she gasped as the first of many orgasms overtook her.

She looked through heavy lidded
eyes as he murmured a charm while cupping Daphne�s sex, then slid his immense
cock into her with ease.

They were a beautiful sight;
Harry leaning forward between Daphne�s legs, her knees bent, her hands gripping
his shoulders.� They kissed as they made sweet, patient love with each other.�
When Harry�s strokes became longer and firmer and more insistent Daphne found
her voice, practically singing, �Oh Harry, oh God, oh yaaaaaaa-AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhh!�

Daphne fell back on the blanket,
a sated little smile on her serene face.� Harry�s eyes locked onto Tracey�s.

Where he had been gentle and
patient with Daphne he was like an animal with Tracy.� Eyes dark with lust,
Harry fell on his raven haired Vipera, pinning her shoulders to the
ground to kiss her with just the right amount of excessive force.� Tracey bucked
her hips against Harry�s letting him know that she wanted to feel him inside
her, godsdamnit, and now!

Harry paused just long enough to
charm her virgin sex before reverting to the fucking animal that Tracey craved.

Daphne watched the primeval dance
of the ages in morbid fascination as Harry growled and plunged his cock deep
into her Vipera sister and she, wrapping her arms and legs around him,
flung her hungry sex back at his glistening pole screaming as he slammed into
her over and over and over and over again.

They pounded each other, slap,
slap, slapping until they were both screaming as Harry filled her with his joyful
juice.� They paused only briefly, and then Harry began to pump with renewed
vigor, they lost themselves in that sacred act of carnal worship until,
finally, they were completely exhausted, covered in a patina of perspiration,
panting into each other�s hair.

�I love you, Harry Potter!�

�I love you, Tracey Potter!�

Just before sleep took her,
Tracey thought sympathetic magic, indeed!

)O(

Dobby proudly gave Harry,
Millicent, Susan and Hannah a tour of the cottage he�d dubbed, Lord Harry�s
Retreat.

Harry was wide eyed, first at the
amazingly tall hedges that hid the cottage from view.� Muggles couldn�t see the
plastered brick nogging, thatched roofed cottage even if there weren�t
notice-me-not charms in place.

There was a split door which
Dobby insisted had to be painted green leading into the largest room in the
cottage.� The room served as kitchen, dining room and living room.

Against the far wall from the
door was the brick fireplace with a mantle and a large mirror, which seemed to
enlarge the room.� The tongue in groove wooden floor was solid and in good
repair.� Of course Dobby had scrubbed it spotless before waxing it to a high
sheen.� There was one bedroom and a water closet and a much smaller room which
Harry assumed would be a guest room.�

Dobby lifted a trap door in the
floor of the great room revealing stairs to the basement below.� Directly below
the main fireplace was a smaller inglenook in the basement which shared the
chimney above.� The walls were smooth limestone; the bedrock upon which the
house had been built. The most prominent feature in the basement was the large
hot tub of the style that Harry liked to share with his ladies.� Two of the
walls were recessed shelves that held most of the dry goods a small household
would need day to day.

In the farthest corner from the
stairs was a small area that Dobby had cordoned off with black ribbon.

�That is the place, Lord Harry,
sir, the place that has the feel of bad master�s book.�

Harry held his hand over the
spot; he could feel something, something familiar.� Something like . . .

His lightning bolt scar exploded
in pain.�

At the same instant Dobby was
thrown hard against the far wall, where he slid bonelessly to the floor.

Millicent flung herself between
Harry and the place of dark magic on the rock floor, hoping to absorb whatever
it was that was attacking her Lord Warlock.

Harry staggered back, his pain
abated, and saw a look of grim satisfaction on Millie�s face, then pain.

Black tendrils, like animated rivulets
of tar encircled her neck.� They coiled and tightened, strangling the life out
of the gentle witch.

At the same time a ghostly image
began to coalesce next to her writhing form.� Harry had seen this spirit
before.

It was young Tom Riddle.

)O(

Author�s note: Before any of my
up-to-speed on all things Potter readers say it, yes, I know Patricia Stimpson
is a fellow fifth year in canon, but for this story I like her having already
had a breakdown whilst studying for her dreaded OWLs.� So rather than create an
OC I decided to promote her.� Congratulations Trish. . .

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