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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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            The night of the party was eventful. The invited guests were portkeyed in, no having coordinates otherwise. Harry had restricted the age of partygoers to sixth and seventh years. He’d even invited Ginny Weasley to the get together just as a sucker punch to what she would never have access to. He giggled when he had Ron invite her. He also extended a invite to Fred and George, who, in turn, invited ex-students as well. Needless to say the guest list got out of hand fast and furious, but the manor could handle the crowd. An intent spell on the invites kept any malcontents uninvited.

            Petunia decided it was best for Harry to receive his guest instead of having a house elf show them the way. Petunia had made herself invaluable to Harry with planning and décor while Harry was in school. She had made up different rooms in the wing the party was held. The hallway was decorated in streamers, much like any normal get together, but each room was a different theme. Some of the things were forest, dungeon, heaven, hell, under the sea, and classroom. She had used most of the rooms on the party floor for use in the entertainment. Remus had been her magical assistant.

            Every person was transported at the same time, so there was no one to be fashionably late. Harry greeted everyone with a smile and the more familiar with a hug.

            “Thank you for inviting me.” Ginny said going in for a hug, “Ron said it was your idea.” Harry twisted away from the wide arms and simply smiled at the red head.

            “Well, you know you are like a sister to me. I couldn’t think of anyone I would want more to come to my first attempt to entertain at my new home.” Harry waved her by and smiled and hugged the two Gryffindors behind Ginny. The red head looked almost offended, but was soon distracted by the inside of the manor. He mouth dropped open and she was awed and pissed. Ron was the one that would live here, not her.

            “Potter! This place is passable. My manor looks bigger.” Draco moved in front of the host. “So I hope there is some real entertainment here tonight; I know you Gryffindors are a little innocent.”

            Harry laughed and smiled as he leaned in to hug the blonde, “I guess I was a little innocent when I was shoving my fist wrist deep into your arse.” He whispered in the shivering blonde’s ear. He moved back and saw the blonde’s eyes were glazed with lust at the memory invoked.

            “Meet me in the forest room around midnight. We can frolic together.” Harry waved Draco on and continued to greet guests.

            Harry could call his party a success by eleven that evening. Once the drinks were served and houses forgotten everyone was dancing, to the bumping music, in and out of the themed rooms and laughing. Harry was dancing with Luna in the undersea room. Luna was wearing a really revealing shiny teal dress. Her hair glowed like it was being backlit and the dress shimmered and matched the décor. Luna turned around in Harry’s arms and started grinding against the Gryffindor. Harry smiled at first at his friend. She seemed oblivious to anything but the music and moving against him in a very sensuous fashion. Harry’s smile faltered at a dipping hip and butt move that moved Luna across his groin and his cock gave a twitch. Harry suddenly worked up a different kind of sweat as his blood heated and grabbed Luna’s hips hard and ground himself into her delectable bottom(for a girl).

            He leaned down to talk into her ear, to be heard over the music, “What are you doing Luna?”

            She turned quickly in his arms, making sure her body rubbed him as she changed position. She stood on her toes, pressing herself into him and talked into his ear, “Seeing if you like girls at all.” She swirled her hips and pushed away from Harry and moved like Harry had never seen or noticed before. Harry had a real hard thought to consider did he like girls, even a little? Luna certainly would be the exception to the rule. Harry grinned and moved back up behind the blond girl and resumed their sensuous dance.

            Harry’s cock got harder and harder as Luna proved that she was sexy enough to make a gay man go back in the closet. Harry highly enjoyed the heated dance, but his body was screaming for release after another ten minutes of their movements. Right when Harry was getting ready to separate and go mingle some more it began to rain in the sea room. The smell of salt and open water filtered through his senses. He looked down at a still entranced Luna. She didn’t look a bit surprised as everyone else in the sea room was. Harry continued to dance and was relieved by the cool rain over his hot skin. He looked pass Luna towards the door to see another blonde smirking at him. Draco had his eye brow raised at the scene Harry made with Luna. He sauntered over and pulled Luna and Harry towards himself.

            “I think it is considered rude to stand someone up for an appointment, but I see what distracted you.” Draco said loud enough to be heard.

            Harry cast a quick tempus spell and saw it was fifteen minutes after midnight. Harry blushed and smiled apologetically to Draco. “Sorry, but she is so distracting.”

            Draco simply smiled and moved with Luna. The rain cooling heated skin, but heated looks passed between the three. Luna alternated facing and enticing the two men. There hard phalluses pushing into her softness and curves. Luna leaned up into Harry’s ear.

            “Have you decided whether you’re completely gay or do you need a ties breaker?” Luna leaned back into Draco facing Harry and put her arms around her blonde counterpart and swayed. Harry placed a hand on each of the blondes and apparated them to his suite.

            “Nice digs, Potter, my rooms bigger.” Draco started stripping his robes off walking towards the bedroom door. He looked over his shoulder and smirked, “Are you both coming?”

            “Of course, Draco, we are right behind you.” Luna flicked her wand in a circle and her dress disappeared, she walked behind Draco with her matching bra and panties. A wind from nowhere kicked up and blew her hair around her face, “You are behind Harry.”

            Harry practically ran after them throwing articles of clothes to the floor. He saw a naked Draco taking Luna’s bra off and then her underwear. He kissed her, dominating the meeting of their lips. Harry’s cock became unbelievably more rigid. He moved to the entwined blondes and sandwiched Luna between there rock hard bodies.

            Luna’s moans cascaded into the deep male moans of shared pleasure. Harry licked and sucked at her throat and shoulder, while Draco mastered her mouth and the tongue within. Draco lifted the naked Luna up, wrapping her legs around his waist quickly; the pair fell to the bed next to them. Harry looked down on the perfect pairing. Draco’s hand was thrust into Luna, shoved between their bodies. Harry could see the juice soaked hand of Draco and felt ravenous suddenly. He knelt behind the pair, coaxing Draco to widen his knees apart. Draco’s pucker winked and clinched as he frotted against a moaning Luna.

            “Is she tight?” Harry asked, as he swiped his tongue along the crevice of Draco’s thrusting ass.

            “Oh, fuck yes, she is, Harry.” Draco moaned at the wet appendage laving at his entrance. He soon felt the wet tongue leave, but quickly replaced by a thick digit. It felt so good as it passed the guard muscle. It rapidly found his prostate and added more of its partners causing him to keen into Luna’s mouth. Draco threw his head back and shoved his fingers deeper into Luna in the throes of his passion.

            Harry moved down to watch Draco’s thrusting fingers and licked around the moving digits. Luna tasted so sweet compared to the musky and bold flavor of his male lovers. It was different, but so enjoyable. His tongue swirled around her open wet hole, while he fingered Draco.

            “Oh Merlin and Snorkacks, fuck me please.” Luna yelled at the two of them. Draco and Harry quickly complied. Harry moved back to give Draco room to adjust to the right angle for penetration, but kept his fingers inside the blonde. Draco thrust home into Luna and both keened at the connection of their most intimate parts. Draco felt like he was in Heaven as he pumped into the woman below him and the fingers manipulating his prostate behind him. He wanted to pass out when he felt the blunt tip of Harry’s cock at his entrance. The fingers were only gone a split second when he was entered quick and hard. The pace was set rapidly. The moans were a rhythmic beat setting the tempo of the frenetic couplings.

            Luna came first and her clenching passage and Harry hitting his prostate made Draco follow quickly. Harry blazed through the squeezing orgasm around his cock. He pulled out of Draco, casting a quick cleaning charm, and plunged into Luna, after the blonde fell to the side. Luna not even half recovered from her climax, made a guttural moan when Harry’s cock sunk deep within her. Harry bit into Luna’s neck and thrust furiously. Luna and Harry both made muffled screams into each other’s shoulders as they came together.

            Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle, was having a shitty night. He was getting a large amount of pleasure coming from his link with the Potter brat, aka the Chosen One. He always got twinges of the boy’s pleasure, while he sent the anger and pleasure of torture through the link. The brat was inordinately happy lately and especially now. He was frustrated because there was no news of an attempted or successful invasion of Hogwarts. He had sent some of his best soldiers to wreak havoc and maybe maim a few children for the sake of showing the world that since Dumbledore’s death there was no one to stand in his way, regardless of the scarred brat.

            Voldemort sunk in his office chair and sulked as wave after wave of, obviously, sexual pleasure moved through him. When his wards started flaring in warning of encroaching attack he jumped to his feet and wrenched the study door open just as one of his deatheaters was about to knock.

            “What is going on?” His look broached no mercy for bad news.

            The minion hesitated and a quick crucio had him speaking to save his nerve endings. “There is a dragon circling the manor, My Lord.”

            If Voldemort’s pale snake skin held any changeable pigment of any kind it would have faded from the Dark Lord. Voldemort squared his shoulders and raced passed the kneeling worm of a minion. He let his magic lash out to the surrounding wards as he caught the first whiff of burning wood and flesh. He approached the front entrance to see it cast in fiery light from vicious flames. He threw water spells at the flames in his way and raced fearlessly passed the smoldering hall. He burst through the front door to the see flailing limbs and bodies aflame and his wards falling miserably when pitted against the fiercest of magical creatures.

            He caught a full glimpse of the scaled creature as it glided over raining fire down upon the grounds. Voldemort was glad that the muggle notice me not charms were stronger and tied into the secrecy magic for the magical world, but he knew that would only hold until his home was a smoldering pile of ash. The dragon was a pale tan color and horned almost to excess. It looked fierce and unforgiving as it breathed its fiery breath over the trapped men, who could not apparate because of the wards on the Dark Lord’s estate.

            Tom Riddle stood in abject surprise when the dragon like a hallucination blinked out of the sky disappearing like it was never there. He then felt his magic tugging and alerting him to one of his auxiliary facilities in Cornwall. He had made use of a ministry outpost that had been abandoned years ago. He quickly apparated to the other grounds inside the building and was beset by the amount of trapped heat. He approached a door leading to the outside and was blown back as he opened the door. The heat had obviously been from the fact that the whole facility was in flames and the small amount of soldiers there were smoldering piles of meat. The same dragon from the manor was just sitting nonchalantly, not bothering to even fly over, as it breathed fire all over the building. The heat of rage and animalistic fury had Voldemort raising his wand to attack the great beast. His spells bounced off the creature’s scaly hide, but made it take wing. It aimed its flame of vengeance at the megalomaniac, but a powerful shield kept Voldemort safe from being barbeque.

            Voldemort returned quickly to his estate and observed the number of dead sprawled over his grounds. The flames were out, but the House smoked and he could see there was extensive damage. He entered back into the main house and to the meeting room, where meetings took place and his throne was housed. It had been protected from damaged due to its placing in the manor and secondary wards surrounding it. There was a small pile of dead in the middle of the floor.

            He turned to one of the attending Deatheaters, “Why would you bring the burned bodies here?” He sneered in his rage, but refrained from torturing the man right out.

            “My Lord, they are not burned. They were left when the dragon disappeared.”

            The Dark Lord ran his wand over the dead men and saw they died from spell damage, not burns. He summoned the masks away from the men’s faces and saw that it was the team he sent to Hogwarts, minus Doge, Diggle, and Fenwick. His rage boiled over even more as he threw spell after spell at the dead bodies and anyone even remotely near the pile. At the end of his tantrum several other deatheaters were holding wounds that seeped blood or burns not caused by the attack.

            “Bloody, fucking Potter!!!!” he yelled as he swept out of the room without instructions for the aftermath or further comment.

            Harry chuckled as he rolled off of Luna and flopped on his back. His breathing was a mess, but the waves he was letting himself receive was hilarious. His package had been delivered right on schedule. He would have to award the Weasley dragon tamer for the perfect delivery of his declaration of war.

            “That was amazing Harry. I think I am sane now.” Luna giggled as she turned over on her belly looking at the dark haired boy.

            “I was there too, Lovegood.” Draco drawled propping himself up on his elbows. “Potter, you shouldn’t hog the credit like that. It is polite to give credit where due.”

            “I am sorry Draco for making it seem like your contribution to my temporary grounding in reality was less than accurate in my praise, but Harry did something with his magic that fucking made me want to enslave myself to him.”

            “It was the incubus magic that I shoved into you at the same time I did. Did you really enjoy it?”

            “Oh, yes. Thank you for relaxing your usual standards for a romp with me tonight. The classes you instated are rough; that was the best stress reliever ever.” Luna hugged the sweaty Gryffindor next to her and rolled over to kiss Draco. She rose from the bed with her dreamy look back in place. “You should ward your mind from the snorfits, they cause terrible headaches.”

            Both young men looked after the airy blonde as she twirled her wand, from what seemed to be nowhere, redressing herself and heading out the door.

            Severus Snape was having a rather lonely night without Harry in the castle. He could go play with Lucius, but he was not in the mood for violence. He had just routed a couple of amorous Hufflepuffs when his dark mark started to burn with a large amount of rage. Whatever had made the Dark Lord furious had the taint of Harry on it. Severus quickly returned to his quarters and donned his deatheater robes and disappeared.

            Severus appeared in a war zone, he was instantly on alert. He pulled his wand and started looking for the enemy or allies. He finally put his wand away as he entered the smoldering entrance hall of Riddle Manor. All he saw were other deatheaters scrambling around running from task to task, putting out fires or reconstructing falling building. Severus turned as he heard his name yelled or hissed.

            “Sssseverussss! Where is he?”

            Severus immediately knelt down, bowing his head. “I am sorry I am unaware of who you are referring to.”

            “That bloody brat, Potter! Where is he?” The Dark Lord loomed over the kneeling man. He did not get his answer fast enough, because his bone white wand whipped out and cursed the potion master. “Crucio. Answer me, Sssseverusss!” He lifted the curse.

            Severus twitched on the ground, “I do not know. I can only assume he is in Gryffindor Tower.”

            “Bring him to me.”

            “I cannot My Lord; he holds the wards and is always on alert. I am not trusted; I am used.” Severus screamed at the expected curse that lashed through his body.

            “Then what use are you to me? What use do I need to keep you around now that that old coot is dead? The boy should have been surrendered to me as soon as Dumbledore took his last breath, but no he does this to my bases. What happened at Hogwarts this week?”

            The curse was lifted and Severus could not answer the man. Blood oozed from Severus’ mouth and he started to lose consciousness. He felt distressed that he would not see Harry before the Dark Lord ended his life. As his vision started to fade and the curse renewed he was saved from the darkness by the sudden ceasing of the cruciatus. Severus opened his eyes wide to see Harry, in all his glory, step over his prone form and send a blasting hex at a surprised Voldemort.

            Voldemort was at the least astonished at the sudden appearance of the Potter brat. The blasting hex was powerful and took a lot of power to shield against. The fact that there seemed to be no reinforcements around was disconcerting also. His followers often scrambled when he doled out punishment; trying to stay off radar was modis operandi for his minions. So now the unexpected visitor called for a one on one battle.

            “Tom, how dare you touch what belongs to me. That is a no, no.”

            “He is mine. My mark grace’s his arm and it is by my will that you get use him.”

            “Tommy boy, I don’t think you understand what I am saying. He. Is. Mine.” Harry parried a spell and sent two back at the snake faced megalomaniac. “Severus pull yourself together and go to my manor. I’ll be there shortly, my quarters.”

            Harry threw a button at the man on the floor. Severus grasped the button with shaking hands and was gone in an instant. Harry turned to his nemesis and grinned. Smoke erupted from his wand and blocked him from Voldemort’s sight and he too was gone.

            Voldemort screamed his frustration and cursed the two deatheaters that happened to enter the hall. He was not satisfied as he walked over the dead followers and headed for the meeting chamber.

            Severus was thankful and fearful at the same time. It was an odd combination of feelings. The trembling hands he used to rifle through the deep pockets of his robes for potions punctuated that indecisive feeling. He was glad to be alive, but he still didn’t know for how long with the mark still on his arm.

            Harry was there quickly helping him uncork the various vials he had pulled out and laid on the floor. He fed Severus the pain relievers and nerve healers. Harry quickly stripped him and brought him to the bathroom. He waved his hands and the taps opened and filled the tub quickly. He summoned a house elf and asked for some soothing bath oils. The elf returned in an instant and they were added to the hot water. Harry pulled his own clothes off and got him and Severus in the tub.

            “How are you?”

            “Alive, but for how long I cannot tell you.” Severus’ voice was gravelly and strained.

            “I think I made him a little too mad. Do you think so?”

            “I don’t know Potter, burning down his house and another base is bold, brave and hilarious to us, but the Dark Lord does not see it as such.” Severus’ voice was starting to waver and Harry knew the man was finally losing his battle with consciousness.

            “Go to sleep love. I am here.” Harry kissed the healing man and held him until the water lost its heat. He apparated them to his bed with a drying spell for them both. He redressed, but tucked Severus in. He still had a party going on down stairs and Severus would be out for a while.

            Downstairs could only be deemed an orgy of debauchery or true bacchanalia. In one of the bath rooms there were skinny dipping partygoers in the midst of various acts of sex. The warm pool gave a great setting for low impact sexual exertion.

            The forest room initially allotted for Draco and Harry’s rendezvous was hosting a rather faerie like scene of creature mating. There were various colored bodies entwined and mouths in locations that made Harry’s cock twitch. It seemed that Harry’s guest were taking care of themselves and didn’t need their host.

            What made Harry stop his perusing was the sight of Dean Thomas and Oliver Wood pressed against a wall in the dungeon room. Dean had his hands tied above his head as Oliver plundered his mouth. A flash of red showed Ginny Weasley on her knees between the two laving both cocks and drinking their mingled juices. Harry walked over to the trio of Gryffindors. He ignored Ginny and pressed up against Oliver’s back.

            “Do you know how many times I wanted to press into you like this after quidditch practice?” Harry licked his former captain’s ear and kissed the side of his neck.

            “This is an awesome party Harry. I am missing school again. Dean and Ginny put together a mini-reunion for me. Isn’t that nice?” Oliver pressed back, grinding his bum into Harry’s engorged flesh.

            “Can I have an invite to this festive reunion of housemates?” Harry turned Oliver away from Dean and Ginny and took the older man’s mouth in a fierce kiss. A gasp from Oliver as Harry moved away from his mouth had Harry looking over the man’s shoulder to see Ginny rimming the man. Harry smiled as he watched Ginny’s mouth work at the man’s hole and her hand jerking up and down on Dean’s member. Harry maneuvered Oliver to bend over more and fed the man his cock, giving Ginny better access. Harry leaned over to Dean and kissed the dark skinned Gryffindor. All three men came together in their mutual and assisted stimulation. Ginny was hauled up by a now free Dean and Oliver joined, they restrained the red head and both went to work on her lower body. They sucked and licked at her clit and holes bringing the girl to a quick climax. As she shivered and spasmed against the wall Harry approached her and took her mouth swiftly. He plundered the depths taking the flavor of Oliver and Dean and savoring the mix.

            He pulled back at the breathless girl, “The fun we could have had Gin. The fun.” He smiled at the barely opened eyes and walked back out the door to survey the rest of his guests.

            Severus came back to reality as the sun hit his face. He cracked his lids open and looked around. He was in Harry’s bed and he could see the messy long locks obscuring the ravishing face of his lover. Harry was sprawled stomach down next to him. He sported a rather huge hickey on one shoulder. It looked like a bite mark, by the two puncture wounds in the reddened flesh. Movement from his other side made him quickly turn his head. He saw the platinum blonde locks and took a relieved breath. The boy was not stupid enough to have an unknown in the bed with them. Draco looked like he had been in a fight and lost terribly, but the visible smile on his face told a different story. The blonde stretched and opened an eye.

            “How are you, Sev? Harry told me some of what happened.”

            “I am well enough. You looked worse than I do. Did you make it with a hippogriff?”

            “No, two randy incubi.” Harry answered, lifting his head up to look at Severus and smile. “I watched it. It was fan-bloody-tastic. Draco your flexibility is astounding.” Harry looked dreamily at the blonde.

            “Potter, I don’t think a lot is needed to astound you.” Draco’s smirk punctuated his teasing comment. “You kissed that weaselette last night; that was astounding.”

            Harry frowned when Severus scowled at him, “it was just to take the micky. I didn’t do anything else Sev.” Harry was pleading with his eyes that Severus not be mad.

            “I assume that it was at an appropriate time?” Severus questioned. Harry then proceeded to tell him about the scene they made in the dungeon room with Olive, Ginny, and Dean.

            “I am not mad. I am rather proud of your deviousness.” Severus leaned over and place a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips.

            Minerva McGonagall had never shirked a duty or been so put out as she was when most of her upper classmen disappeared from school grounds. She had tried to contact all the heads of house when she finally noticed the lack of reports from the prefect rounds late last night. Professors Sprout, Flitwick, and Vector, the new Gryffindor head, showed, but no Severus. Then an attempt to get a head count on the missing students hit a snag when the staff was barred from entering the common rooms by the castle. McGonagall had immediately tried to floo Kingsley or any other order member, but the floo would not activate. She pursed her lips as she stared at the other helpless teachers. This could only be done by one person, Harry Potter. She sent everyone back to quarters and decided to wait until breakfast to see who was present.

            Breakfast came and the lack of older students was noticed and remarked on, but no one seemed to know where the missing students went. Around lunch the wards of the school signaled multiple returns of authorized persons back on school grounds.

            McGonagall watched from the head table as her missing students shuffled in various states of casual dress. Some looked exhausted and others looked like inferi as they sat at the new round tables. Harry Potter earned a particularly deadly glare as he walked in the hall with an unusual peppiness with Draco Malfoy laughing. When he noticed her stare he had the good sense to look apologetic.

            Severus Snape walked in and took a seat next to her and she simply scowled at the man as if he was dirt. “Where were you last night?”

            “Getting tortured by a mad man, why? Where were you?” His snarky answer gave Minerva pause as she looked hard at the man as if she could see every injury that monster inflicted.

            “There was a mass break out from the older students last night. The castle was completely locked down. We could not gain access to common rooms or dorms and communications were cut off. There is only one person who can accomplish that.” She looked back over to the Gryffindor that was trying to avoid making eye contact.

            Seeing the hall was full and most of the students present Minerva stood and called for attention. “It has come to my attention that a number of students were absent from campus last evening and early this morning. Due to magical safeguard issues that prevented the staff from inventorying the missing students, there will be no individual punishments.” There was an audible collective breath from the student body, “However, it is highly dangerous and against school rules to leave without proper authorization and safeguards. I am very disappointed in the older students that participated in these actions. I am usually a fair person, but Quidditch is cancelled for the year.”

            There was uproar from the students that objected and a plethora of scowls from younger students at older students. Harry simply hung his head. The food appeared and everyone started to eat. As the meal passed various students passed by Harry and leaned in to whisper, ‘it was worth it, great party’, and moving on to leave or return to their tables. By meal’s end Harry didn’t feel so bad; the younger students still had years to have quidditch games.
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