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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 don’t know if you can imagine the pain. Getting passed out on mind-altering drugs that are also hormonally unbalancing, then allowing someone who is also on said drug unlimited access to your unconscious body under the last known pretense of complete consent? Even today, I would rather fight Voldemort all over again than go through that slow realization of what happened.

The only part that didn’t immediately pan out was the person beside me, and I looked around the room to confirm I wasn’t just still high as fuck. The bedroom was ornate, the room gorgeous, and naturally the space altering charms made it far bigger than even the exterior in just this one bedroom. I was laying on top of the sheets, and one look down my body made me not do it twice. My pubes were crusted and frothy, all the way up to my stomach was a dry crackly sheen that went down to my knees.

I needed a doctor. In a real way, not a playful oh I’m sore. My pussy felt like I’d given myself to every upperclassman who wasn’t looking to squat on a fat one themselves. Fortunately there wasn’t a pile of men strewn about the bed naked and sweaty.

Just one solitary woman, laying on her back, cuddling me protectively as she slept softly and beautifully nude. Fluer looked, without underselling it, astonishing. You think she looks good with clothes on? You have no idea, Not a hair out of place, not anywhere but her head really. As I made certain of that fact my blood ran cold learning WHY I was so indescribably broken.

We’ve all seen a clit. We’ve all seen a dick. Very, very few people have seen a clit long and thick enough to rest against your navel. The second my eyes locked on it my cervix, which I’d never thought about much ever, flared with pain trying to warn me about all the things I couldn’t remember. Her body was blemishless, the only thing marring it was the cum. Streaks of girl cum, from an inch below those perfect breasts to her knees were spatters, streaks, globs of foam. If I looked close I could see places; spots where nails had been clawed through it, hand prints pushing back. I was suddenly thirsty looking at all the fluids I’d lost last night.

The girl coughed, making me panic as I tried to slowly roll to the opposite side of the bed. It did not work. I was in so much pain that the second my feet touched the floor I hit my hands and knees, TRYING not to scream. I was not just hurting, I was injured. I heard the soft murmur of french, then again as I stayed cowered beside the bed.

“Ah, my head…..Jamie?”

I swallowed hard, feeling my heartbeat in my ears as I tried to decide what to do. I couldn’t just hide beside the bed naked forever.

“H-here….” I worked up the courage to whisper, and I looked up at the face smiling at me. Her smile lasted a few seconds before it grew concerned when I didn’t move.

“Are you alright? You look….Jamie!”

I was mildly aware of her concern as I blacked out.
THIS TIME I woke up in a much more familiar setting, a hospital wing. Oh shit. A hospital wing I knew. Fuck...fuck fuck fuck, I knew this bed.

“Good morning.”

I nearly swallowed my tongue as I looked up at Albus Dumbledore sitting at the foot of my bed.

“I hope you slept well, Mrs. Potter.” The mirth in his eyes made all the blood leave my face. This was how I died? I tried to sit up and he held up a hand. “I feel...what should I call you?”

“Jamie.” I finally mouthed the words, barely able to find the will to push wind past my lips.

“Jamie...I feel I have not been honest with Harry, and that has driven us apart.” He sighed putting his hand on the foot of the bed, only making me angrier.

“Well,” I tried to be diplomatic,”Harry...look I just wanna know why.” I kept my eyes focused on my own feet. The pain was gone, so I had no idea how long I’d been here.

“Why I did not tell Harry about...yourself?” he seemed to stare off for a bit, nodding. “You realize that the world is not...very accepting.” I kinda blinked at him and raised an eyebrow so he chuckled, “Wizards, muggles, men, women, love...hate…the world does not know what it wants, understands or rejects from one moment to the next.” He took a sigh and popped what I assumed was one of those nasty fucking lemon drops he always had on him into his mouth.

“So you were protecting me?”

“I was in love once,” he sighed, “I assume you are aware that people make assumptions about me, based on my dress….and my demeanors?” His eyes twinkled, “A ruse I’m afraid, one that I have faithfully kept all my life.”

“You pretended…” I crossed my arms, more curious that disbelieving at this point, “to be gay? ...For….”

“A woman,” he smiled at me, “a beautiful woman, who the world has never known, trapped...much like you were, in the body of my greatest rival.” I blinked a few times trying to process that.

“Wait, Grindelwa--”

“Yes,” he held up his hand to stop me, like the name hurt him to hear, “one time he was my greatest friends, then we drifted apart...but.. Griselda…” the way he said the word made me uncomfortable. “People at the end knew we were close….unnaturally close. When...when he was captured, imprisoned...I let the rumor go--”

“Why would you do that?” I interrupted, “You could just as easily have denied it or told the truth.”

“Curious people keep looking….” he looked at me out the corner of his eye before looking out the window, “people who think they have uncovered a great and dirty secret are often satisfied...proud of themselves. You will face hardship growing up….Jamie.” he smiled at me, a sad smile. “The men in your life will not see Harry as a man, but see you. The women will not see you, but Harry...and they will not be comfortable completely with either. I did what I did to protect not Gr-- to protect him but her.

Your change, your form...it can be compelled like any other part of your body.” he looked at me sadly, “beware the imperious curse, and any who know your secret. Tell me this, Jamie. I know from your condition, you are not unlearned in...the ways of men and women.”

He leaned forward, his fingers steepled.

“What do you think would happen… if a prison full of inmates and guards found out there was an unaccounted for...untracked...and unarmed women locked inside with them?”

His eyes were cold, for the first time in my life I can remember, they bore into me with more power than the strongest legimency and I swallowed nervously. I knew exactly what he meant, and I had new respect for how ruthless the man was. Everyone saw a doting old man who was half senile. It never occured to me how cuthroat he was for “the greater good”.

He put a child to death to save a nation.

He had forced his right hand man to murder him in cold blood to avoid a naive young boy from being the only thing standing between Voldemort and claiming the elder wand, knowing it would in turn get his trusted minion horribly killed.

He spent his entire life alone and mocked to save the love of his life from a life of unchecked abuse.

“I’m sorry.” I said the words before I even registered why. “I did not mean...I was not trying to…”

“It’s quite alright,” He patted the copper bar holding the foot of the bed up, “you are free to make your own choices...now more than ever. But i fear we must accelerate your….education in things concer--”

“I need you to trust me.”

He stopped.

“I learned some things, through not nice means, and I need you to not look in my mind as to where I got them.”

“Ha--...Jamie…” he stood cautiously, and I could practically feel the power in the room. “...alright, tell me. I trust you.”

“I know...about the ….Horcrux’s.” I clenched my teeth, closing my eyes.

“..how?” his voice was patient and measured, like a man asking his kids who broke his favorite lamp.

“Voldemort’s in the back of my mind, has been the whole time. The connection comes and goes and I don’t think he’s realized it’s even there yet.” That much was true, I didn’t feel guilty about it. “I can...write down a list of all the locations of the 7..” I looked up, thankful his face was too shocked to attempt mind-reading at this point. “I can also tell you that he has an agent...you know who I mean..” I saw him nod gravely. Professor Moody had at least one staff member’s hand up his ass since my little comment; he couldn’t eat breakfast without biting someone’s finger. “They plan on using my blood to resurrect him, at the end of the tournament.”

“That is...unfortunate.”

“We should let them.”

“I beg your pardon?” There was the voice I was getting used to. I almost liked him mad over jolly. I counted backwards from 5 trying to work up the nerve to speak, and finally held up my finger to catch my breath to really talk.

“If we don’t corner him now, he will spread. He will...find a way out of this, a new way to come back. I’m already the target, I might as well be bait.”

“Considering your weakened state after...events, I do not think that would be a good idea. We still have the matter of Ms. Delacour’s sentencing to account for.”

I recoiled naturally at multiple parts of that sentence. “What happened to Fluer?”

“You have been asleep for about 4 days I’m afraid. You collapsed at 8am on Saturday, It is now 11 on the following Thursday. Ms. Delacour has been charged, not by Hogwarts but the Ministry under goblin evidence, of line theft, assault, and misuse of a Magical Creature.” I don’t actually know which of us was scowling harder by the time he finished speaking.

“I get assault,” my mouth was dry, “line theft?”

“Verified in the lineage records kept by the goblins…” Dumbledore had the decency to look ashamed, “I’m afraid the oath of the tournament precludes any...natural responsibilities. The possibility of conception was removed as soon as it was achieved.”

He was being clinical, distant, ashamed. What was I missing?

“Wait...so Fluer and I….I’m a girl.” I said with as little conviction as I had ever uttered that sentence.

“Exactly, tell me Jamie, have you ever seen a male Veela?”

I wanted to faint.

I’d gotten shit-faced drunk and high, I’d gotten knocked up, had it aborted, had the person responsible arrested and charged, and not at any point in that woke up. I couldn’t process it, it was too surreal. I swallowed what little spit I had in my mouth and took a deep breath. Time to unbox that later.

“Where is Fluer?”

“In holding,” Dumbledore held up his hand, “I am keeping her in my office, as the details of what happened are very closely kept secrets from the ministry at the moment. No one knows where Harry is, they only know that you are injured...and that Fluer conceived a child of the Potter bloodline without permission from the head of house, that is Harry.” He took a few steps forward, “You two should talk. The head of house has the right to condemn or to convict and exact payment. Ten seconds…” his eyes did that thing where they sparkled like he was leaking hope again. “Ten seconds of words would be enough to put this all behind us.”

I nodded, thinking quickly.

“I want to go forward with my plan,” I held up my hand, “I will be safe, I will include you in every detail. I will find out when, where, exactly, and how before I make any moves.” I ran my hand through my bedhead hair and watched him count floor tiles.

“Very well.” He smiled at me and got up. I swung my legs off the bed and followed once I’d gotten used to my legs.

The walk up to the Office took forever, and stairs were a bitch, but there I was staring at a big wooden door. Unsure of how to even knock.
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