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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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Harry Potter had just arrived at Gryffindor Manor to the excitement of the resident house elves. He was immediately greeted by Jiminy. The little house elf had large, bright blue eyes and a red and gold uniform. He immediately bowed low to the ground.

          “Jiminy will be happy to serve you sir.” The statement was slightly muffled into the floor. Harry reached down to lift the house elf’s face from the floor.

          “Jiminy, it is nice to meet you, but I have never liked having conversations into the floor. From now on please stand proud as a house elf and a Gryffindor.”

          Jiminy’s eyes filled with tears as he stood with his little chest out, “Dobby was right, sir.”

          Harry was surprised by the statement, “You know Dobby too?”

          “All house elves know each other, we are born that way. We are sorry about our brother Kreacher’s behavior. He is not fit for duties anymore, but it is up to the household master to retire us.”

          “Thank you for telling me that.” Harry looked around the entrance hall of the manor and smiled at the magnificence. The floors were red and gold marble. The walls were cream colored with gold fleur de lis embossed. The chandelier was the shape of a roaring, rampant lion with orbs of lights providing the illumination for the entrance to the manor. Harry hadn’t seen the outside of the manor yet, but he felt the wards accept him as soon as the portkey landed him here. Griphook had requested two, one to get him to the manor and one to return him to number 4 Privet Drive. Fawkes had surprised both Griphook and Harry by flashing into the office as they finalized the paperwork.

          Fawkes had perched on Harry’s shoulder and nuzzled his cheek, as Harry read the note from Dumbledore. Harry had panicked at first but Griphook assured him that Fawkes would not tell his location. Fawkes was more or less in the loop and disapproved of Dumbledore’s actions as well.

          The plan was set for the next day to meet Dumbledore and corner him on his dealings “for” Harry. In the mean time, Harry had looked through only one vault before Gringott’s had to close. He had grabbed several books on warding just in case. Wards were the protection keeping him safe, he needed to understand them.

          “Master Harry, sir?” Jiminy brought Harry out of his contemplation and perusal of the entrance hall. “Would you be wanting a tour or dinner sir?”

          “Dinner would be very nice, please, but I want to freshen up first; can you show me to my room?”

          “Of course, Master, right away.” Jiminy hopped ahead while Harry followed. They went through a door at the rear of the large hall and walked up a wide stair case to a second floor landing.

          “How many rooms does the manor have?” he asked as he enjoyed smooth feel of the cherry wood banister and the moving portraits flanking the stair case. The same type of glowing orbs from the entrance hall lit the stairs and halls.

          “There be 25 bedroom suites, with bathrooms, in each wing of the manor, totaling 75. There be 5 libraries, 3 training rooms, 5 bathing rooms, 9 sitting rooms, 3 solariums, a conservatory, 3 dining rooms, a ballroom, 8 studies, a room of requirement, and a floo and apparition room, in the manor proper.”

          “Inside the manner?”

          “Yes, there’s be three guest houses, a green house, stables, and swimming lake.”

          “How large is the property?” Harry asked as they came to an apex of three long hallways that seemed impossibly long with numerous doors spaced intermittently. The elf started down the middle passage.

          “127 acres.” As Jiminy preceded ahead he pointed to each of the hallways, “This be the master’s wing and the other two are guest wings.”

About halfway down the hall Jiminy stopped at a set of large double doors. Harry stopped and started to sway. He thought about the last he ate in Griphook’s office earlier in the day, it was now late evening. He closed his eyes and looked back at the double doors to see them covered in runes.

          “Why are the doors covered in runes?”

          “Jiminy doesn’t see runes sir.” The elf felt scared that he didn’t see what his master was talking about.

Harry looked closer at the door and stared at the runes. Hermione had made him take the elective with but he was never that good at reading them exactly, just getting the gist of their meaning. He looked closely and recognized the word ward in the lines of characters swirling on the door.

          “Are there wards on these rooms?”

          “Yes, you have to put your hand on the door to gain entry.” Jiminy answered. Harry raised his hand and watched as the lines swirled around his hand and glow brighter before the doors swung open to reveal a room swirling with strands of runes. It was so many that Harry swayed more and closed his eyes, when he opened them again the runes were gone.

          “I think I am gonna have dinner here tonight. I think I am coming into one of my powers. I need to lie down.”

          “Yes, Master Harry. Jiminy will be right back.”

          Without the runes clouding his vision Harry survey the room he stood in. It seemed to be an antechamber with a large fire place, two large couches facing each other, with a low table between. There was a desk in the corner near a window that had to be enchanted based on the position of the rooms in the wing. Harry saw a door in front of him in the rear of the chamber and walked slowly to open it. He was getting increasingly more tired as he stayed upright. Seeing the bedroom on the other side of the door made him woozy, not because he was hungry and tired, but because of the sheer size of the bed. The red and gold theme continued in the bed hangings. The curtains around the bed looked as if they were pure gold woven into cloth form. The sheets were deep red silk. The massive bed left the thought king size in the dust and was covered with red and gold matching pillows. It reminded Harry of a sultan’s bed he once saw of his television while he cowered in a corner. He couldn’t resist the draw towards this object of decadence.

          He sat on the edge and ran his hand over the cool soft sheets. A wave of desire washed over him and he fell back onto the bed gasping and clawing at his clothing. He quickly divested himself of his shirt and looked at his inflamed skin. It was covered in runes. They circled tightly around his abdomen. He tried to read them, but he heat in his blood wouldn’t let him concentrate. An ache started low in his groin and he felt ashamed. He was most likely going through premature changes of his inheritance and here he was needing a wank. He ran his hand down his torso over to belt of runes and unbuttoned his trousers. He could never fit Dudley’s hand me down underpants so he never wore any, even during the school year. How many people would have loved to know the Golden boy never wore any underwear?

          He pulled his straining cock out passed the opening he made and began to stroke himself. The heat and urgency of the desire seemed to lessen but not stop. Harry slowly moved his hand up and down his shaft finding some strength to concentrate through the feel of his blood rushing with fire. He looked down at the runes that circled him and notice they touched his core. He kept his right hand stroking his cock, while he touched the lines of runes. They looked like they might have been intangible, but as he touched them they moved. He tried to concentrate on what they said he could make out words of binding. Then, it hit him, that bastard had bound his core. He prodded the wisps of spell work and broke the chain. Suddenly, his hand wasn’t enough to fight against the tide of fiery desire and arousal.

          Harry stroked in earnest trying to gain back control. He tried to remember Snape and their lessons so he could fight the tide, but there was no ebb to this storm. The serge crested and his hand made one more stroke and Harry’s control broke. He came all over his chest and in the aftermath of his orgasm, pain came. It was so intense that he passed out in a blind flash of white light erupting from his magical core.

          Harry woke the next morning. By the enchanted window it looked as if it was early morning. He tried to sit up but his muscles protested. He could feel the crusted fluids pull his skin tight as he fought the ache from movement. He waved his hand over his chest unconsciously and blinked down in shock when his chest and stomach was clear of his spunk. His body may feel like shit, but his magic felt like it was going to burst from his finger tips.

          He cast a simple tempus charm and looked up to see what time it was only to notice that the trees that were swaying in the dawn breeze outside the window had stopped mid-sway. He broke the charm and the trees moved again. He concentrated and made sure to only put a small amount of his magic in the charm and saw that it was only 7am.

          He looked over to the bedside table and saw a breakfast tray sporting sausages, eggs, and toast. His stomach growled to remind him that before he lost consciousness he was supposed to have eaten. He looked at the tray and noticed that there was a warming charm circling the food. He didn’t know how he knew what he was seeing now, but he felt too grubby from his night to dwell on it now. He lift up the edge of the swirling charm and slipped a piece of toast from under it and lay it back in place. He chewed on the toast while he moved to one of the doors to the side of the bed and smiled happily when he had picked right. The bathroom was a gleaming oasis of white and gold. The shower had multiple heads to spray from several directions to hit all of a person at one time.

          He turned the knobs and the bathroom almost instantly steamed up with the heated water. He immediately stepped into the shower, under the spray, forgetting that he never fully removed his pants. He looked down and they were gone. He shrugged again at this development and decided to worry about it when he was clean and refreshed. This was the first hot shower he had in months. His Uncle Vernon never let him use the hot water except for dishes. He would stand in the doorway of the bathroom when Harry showered under the pretense that Harry not turn on the heat if left alone. Harry had known it was a flimsy excuse as he would look at his Uncle leering at him while he soaped himself.

          Hogwarts was the only place he had ever had hot showers in his life and now he could have them anytime he felt. He could be clean any moment of the day, because he had a home of his own now, several in fact.

          When Harry was ready to start washing himself soap appeared in his hand, but it wasn’t from his own magic. He could feel it and see the small spell float around the soap dishes under the flowing heads. He lathered every part of his body and rinsed, then repeated. He washed until he couldn’t feel or smell Vernon Dursley on his skin anymore.

When he was satisfied he breathed a calming breath and felt an ache in his groin. It felt reminiscent of what started last night, but it was much milder. He didn’t mind a morning wank in a hot shower, but hesitated after thinking about his sudden unconsciousness last night. It was most likely something to do with him coming into his inheritance and that damn binding spell, besides the paper Griphook gave him had warnings about unexpected “arousal”. He smirked at the thought of him becoming a sex driven 17 year old, like he didn’t have enough hormones without his magic adding to it.

“Hogwarts beware,” he said to himself as he turned the shower off and dried himself with a wave of his hand. He was going to like not being tied to his wand for the simplest spells, but he remembered the simple time charm earlier and wondered about how complicated would, a spell have to be for him to need his wand, if he could stop time without one.

Walking into the room he summoned and resized his trunk to see what he had to wear. He would definitely need to go shopping. He looked down at the hand me downs and wanted burn them, but he pulled out a pair of baggy pants and loose, fades shirt, and a plain robe for his meeting with Dumbledore later. He was going to get some answers.
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