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The Rise of the One True Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 52834 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Rise of the One True Potter
Chapter 3
(Lord Harry James Potter)
Two Years into the Daemon War

Warning: Lemons/Lime

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name, young man,” The very large bartender handed another goblet to a gruff-looking brunette man with glasses.

“Sorry, it’s Vernon Dudley,” He responded, taking the goblet from the bartender and downing his third ale of the night. After gulping it down, the man felt a pain of guilt after lying to the bartender about who he was. He had only used the name ‘Vernon Dudley’ once before, and that was just after he had gotten captured by Greyback and his two goons. Back then, Hermione had just hit him with a stinging jinx to cover up his features from the Snatchers who Ron said smelled like trolls, though ended up not being as stupid as the three of them thought they were.

Now, Harry Potter, the one who defeated and destroyed Lord Voldemort, used the fake name that combined his uncle’s and cousin’s names to keep himself out of any type of attention that his name would have brought. Not that he was really worried about it here, as the village was so far north from any other town or village that information about the outside world was not important to the people who lived here. Now, while searching for the druid elves, Harry had already came to visit this village twice already, and while truthfully he didn’t know the name of it, Harry wasn’t compelled to ask about it. As a matter of fact, each and every time Harry had come here, he never asked for anyone’s name, nor where he even was. Every time he came here, he walked straight to this inn, drank ale until he passed out, woke up the next day in an upstairs room, and left that very morning.

As the bartender handed him his fourth goblet of ale, Harry suddenly paused himself with his hand on the wooden cup. “Excuse me, sir,” Harry looked at the bartender, with a sudden look of realization on his bearded face. “But I think that’s the first time you asked me who I was. Why is that?”

“Well, why did you lie to me about who you are?” The bartender chuckled. This caused Harry to raise his awareness and placed his hand where he was hiding his wand. “I only asked because I wanted to see if you were finally ready to see beyond your own eyes. There’s no need to be alarmed, Harry James Potter.”

Harry pulled out his wand at that moment and pointed it at the large man, staggering as he took a step back from the bar, clearly not aware that he was quite drunk, “How do you know who I am?”

“Hmmm, first let me ask you this: do you know where you are?” The bartender chuckled even louder, not bothering to move or defend himself. “Do you even know what date today is?”

Harry frowned, wavering from side-to-side, still pointing his wand at the man. However, what he asked caused Harry to think about where he was and what today was, but unfortunately, neither came to him. “I’ve been here before, I know that,” Harry stated, shaking somewhat as he grabbed a nearby table with his hand. “I’ve been here twice before, I can’t remember when.”

“This village has no name, as it’s easier for people who travel this far to quickly forget about us when they leave,” The bartender explained, smiling as he did. “When they come here, we provide them with food, drink, and warmth before we send them on their way. We are not hostile, we just wished to be left alone as much as possible. Of course, those are for the people not looking, and not even aware of us.

“Now as for you, Harry James Potter, this is your third time coming here, and we have expected this to happen,” The bartender walked forward at that point, directly through the bar as if it wasn’t even there. “The first time was July 31, if we read your calendar right, the date of your birth I do believe. The second time was September 1, a date that somehow creates emotion for you, but we are not sure as to why.”

“It’s the day I first came to Hogwarts,” Harry said, barely standing but somehow had his wand still raised at the approaching bartender. “It’s the place where I always called home.”

“Which leaves us to today, which for you, is more important than the rest. Otherwise, you would not have come here on this day.”

“October 31,” Harry said, finally dropping his wand and leaning farther on the table. “It’s the day that…”

“The day that you lost your parents and the day your fate was decided by a man who had no idea of what true power is,” The bartender said, watching Harry fall onto the table he was leaning against. Harry’s eyes were still open, but his vision began to blur and haze one moment, then clear up with almost blinding clarity the next. All the while this was happening, the bartender kept talking. “We’re not talking about Albus Dumbledore, of course, although he did hold you back from your true potential. No, we’re talking about Tom Marvolo Riddle, who used a false name and a lordship he never deserved. It was he who tried to make himself immortal through immoral means and thus made you a part of his return and defeat, over and over again. A man who believed so much in being powerful and never knowing what true power was.”

Harry’s body became rigid, almost like he had been petrified, and at that moment, he realised that he wasn’t drunk. “That wasn’t ale I’ve been drinking. What was it, poison?”

At that moment, the image of the bartender and the inn slowly shimmered into an outside clearly, with nothing but trees surrounding Harry all around as instead of feeling the cold wood of the table, he now felt a cold, wet stone and without moving, Harry knew he was lying on some sort of ceremonial rock. Harry tried looking at where the bartender was, but the bartender was no longer there. However, where the large bartender once stood three individuals cloaked in dark greyish robes. Harry couldn’t tell who these people were, just that they were extraordinary tall. When the one in the middle spoke, it was a deep, but incredibly feminine voice.

“It was not poison,” The middle one said to him. “It was a special elixir that will awaken your blood. If you are to be our leader, Harry James Potter, then you must endure this trial of fire and of blood.”

At that moment, Harry’s eyelids became very heavy and Harry felt darkness flow all around him. Trying to fight this, Harry tried to focus on the middle cloaked figure. “What will happen if I fail this trial?”

“Then you will die slowly and painfully, Harry James Potter,” She told him. “However, if you are the Chosen, like we believe you are, then we are yours to do with as you please.”

“What does that mean?” Harry said the last thing he could say as at that moment, he fell to deep slumber and his eyes closed. However, he did hear one last thing before the darkness fully took him.

“In time you will know, Harry James Potter. You are the one who will challenge the gods.”

Harry didn’t know how long he was out: days, weeks, months. All he knew was that he was reliving some of the most painful memories of his life: his parents dying, Voldemort’s return, Sirius’ death, and Hermione. The images sped through his mind several times it seemed, until Harry heard a female’s voice. At first, Harry thought it was one of those cloaked figures trying to get him out of this, but as the voice became clearer, he recognized it as the voice of his mother.

Harry… Harry… Wake Up Harry.

“Mum?” Harry muttered, not knowing if he was dreaming or imagining this.

Harry’s eyes opened and saw the tall, slender figure of his mother looking frightened and trying to wake him, her bright red hair brushing his now bare chest. As his vision cleared, he saw a frightened look on Lily’s face as he heard a loud, fierce roar shake the very ground he was lying on. Harry started to rise, and as he did, he noticed that he, and his mother were completely naked.

“Is this a dream?” Harry had to ask, and as he did, another roar rocked the ground they were standing on. As he took a moment to gather his surroundings, Harry noticed that there were other witches that he knew there too, all naked and trying to point in a specific direction. He saw Luna, Cho, Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria, the Patil twins, the Delacour sisters, Ginny, and at the very middle of the group, Hermione. There were others there as well, but once Harry saw Hermione, he didn’t care about anyone else there. “This has to be a dream. Mum, you’re dead, and Hermione, you…”

Harry wanted to cry, but no tears came and the roar kept getting louder and the ground felt like it was coming apart. Past where the girls were pointing was a thick grey misty cloud that Harry could not see behind, though as he stepped forward, his very heart started to beat like a loud drum and he saw two large, fiery red eyes appear through what Harry now surmised as smoke.

Harry, you have to save us!

Harry heard his mother’s voice but as he looked at her, he saw that she didn’t move her mouth. All she did was point towards the smoke and tremble in fear. Harry, who now noticed that he had no weapon, not even his wand, moved slowly towards the girls and towards the greyish smoke.

“WHO DARES COME IN MY PRESENCE!” A very loud voice spoke, causing the very air around Harry to feel like it was on fire and the ground behind Harry to crumble. Harry, believing that this must be the trial the female figure talked about, kept moving forward until he entered the smoke and saw the largest dragon he had ever laid eyes upon. “NO MORTAL HAS EVER MET ME BEFORE AND SURVIVED THE OUTCOME! TELL ME, BOY, WHO ARE YOU?”

Harry was literally speechless as he saw a dragon at least a hundred times larger than any dragon he saw before. Harry remembered the Hungarian Horntail he faced in his fourth year and the head of this beast before him now was three times larger than the Horntail itself, and that was just Harry eyeballing it. To tell the truth, Harry couldn’t see the whole dragon, as it’s head, neck, and upper parts of it were the only thing Harry could make out through the smoke. The dragon was dark red, with bright red eyes, and nostrils that blew more thick smoke all around.

“DO YOU NOT HEAR ME, BOY!” The dragon roared, causing the very blood inside Harry to burn. “IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER ME, THEN I WILL HAVE YOU IN MY STOMACH!”

“I am Harry Potter!” Harry said, although he wasn’t sure how it sounded as Harry couldn’t help but to be terrified at the sight of this massive beast. “Why am I here?”

The dragon laughed, blowing more smoke through his nostrils and the wind around Harry felt even hotter. “WELL HARRY POTTER, IT’S ABOUT TIME FOR YOU TO APPEAR! I HAVE WAITED FOR YOU FOR COUNTLESS MILLENNIA TO STAND BEFORE ME AND TAKE THIS TRIAL OF FIRE AND BLOOD!”

‘Fire and Blood?’ Harry thought to himself. ‘Isn’t that what the cloaked female mentioned before I passed out?’

“TO PROVE YOUR WORTH TO US, YOU MUST TAKE FOUR TRIALS!” The dragon told him. “THE TRIAL OF FIRE AND BLOOD, THE TRIAL OF EARTH AND BODY, THE TRIAL OF WATER AND SOUL, AND THE TRIAL OF MANA AND HEART! AFTER EACH TRIAL, YOU WILL BE GRANTED A POWER NOT MANY HAVE BEEN GIVEN, FOR VERY FEW HAVE SURVIVED THE OUTCOME! THE VERY LAST WAS OVER 1500 YEARS AGO!”

The dragon roared his laughter again, causing Harry to step back a bit. However, as he did, he realized that there was no longer any solid ground behind him. Harry looked around and the images of the females that Harry knew had all vanished and all Harry could think about was how frightened he was.

“What will happen if I fail this first trial?” Harry asked, his body shaking as he did.

“THEN YOU WILL DIE AND I WILL HAVE A TINY APPETIZER!” The dragon laughed again, clearly amused by Harry’s question. At that moment, the dragon’s right claw emerged and dropped a golden goblet with red jewels encrusting its sides. The cup was filled with a thick red liquid that Harry could only surmise as the dragon’s blood. “DRINK, YOUNG ONE AND IF YOU SURVIVE THIS, THEN YOU WILL HAVE PASSED THIS TRIAL!”

Harry picked up the goblet and held it carefully in both hands. He looked at the dragon with tremendous fear and had to ask, “What will happen if I drink this?”

“SO MANY QUESTIONS YOUNG ONE! JUST DRINK IT AND DISCOVER WHAT MY BLOOD CAN DO!”

Harry did as he was told, albeit slowly and drank from the golden goblet. Harry had to force himself not to gag as he drank the red dragon’s blood down to the last drop. When it was all down Harry’s throat, the effects of the blood began to take effect as Harry’s inside felt like it was on fire. Like the drink the bartender served Harry, he began to see with intense clarity, although he didn’t feel like he was going to pass out. In fact, Harry felt like he was more awake than he had ever been. Even though he was more in pain from anything else, Harry stood not moving as if his entire being was telling him not to fall.

Harry stood his ground for what seemed like an eternity, as he started getting flashes of memory. However, these flashes were not his, as he looked at the large red dragon and suddenly realized that these flashes of memories belonged to it. Harry couldn’t really describe what he was now seeing, but he had visions of wars, deaths, mutilations, rape over countless millennia and after seeing the images flash as if he was seeing his own life, the firey pain ceased and Harry began feeling much stronger than he ever felt before.

When Harry could move, he took off his glasses and looked around as his vision was now perfect. More so, as he could see through the greyish smoke now and see cloaked figures behind the red dragon, even though the large beast was completely blocking them. Harry also felt strangely different, like he had access to greater pools of magic inside of him. In fact, all of the barriers inside of him that blocked his massive reserve of magic had dissolved from drinking the dragon’s blood. Finally, Harry looked at his body and noticed that while he was naked, his dick was erect sticking out nearly fifteen inches and thicker than one of his arms. His dick was also red and scaly, much like the dragon in front of him, and he could actually feel immense power coming from it. It was almost like his cock was being drawn to seek out it’s own prey.

“IT IS DONE!” The dragon said as Harry regained his composure. “ONLY ONE WHO IS MY HUMAN DESCENDANT CAN DRINK MY BLOOD AND SURVIVE THE ENCOUNTER! NOW, FOR YOUR REWARD!”

The dragon opened its mouth at that moment and shot out a giant-sized fireball directly at Harry. However, as Harry was engulfed by this flame, he was no longer afraid of the dragon, or what it just did to him. Harry didn’t feel any type of heat or pain from the fire that was around him, but he did sense a type of magic that he never knew. As the flame dissipated, Harry felt a slight weight on his left hand and when he looked at it, he saw what looked like some sort of mystical gauntlet, completely red except for a large mysterious gold gem right where the back of his hand was. His fingers looked like metal claws, sharp enough to rip the toughest of metals. However, as Harry looked further down his arm, he saw that the armor ended about halfway to his elbow.

“THIS IS SACRED GEAR!” The dragon told him. “IT IS A MAGICAL ARMOR DESIGNED TO HELP YOU FIGHT THE MOST POWERFUL OF BEINGS! WHILE IT IS SMALL NOW AND ONLY COVERS A PART OF YOUR ARM, WHEN YOU MASTER IT, IT WILL GROW AND BECOME YOUR FULL ARMOR! WITH THAT GEM, YOU WILL BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH ME AT ANY TIME YOU DESIRE! NOW, THIS TRIAL OF FIRE AND BLOOD IS COMPLETE, I BID YOU FAREWELL!”

Harry watched as the large dragon faded away and the smoke cleared, and as it slowly became clearer, the cloaked figures approached Harry and kneeled before him. Harry felt a surge of power coming from his dragon-like cock and as he watched, two of the cloaked figures removed their robes and revealed their nudity to Harry. Both of them were very tall by the looks of them, at least six feet if Harry had to guess, very tanned skin, almost brownish, with long white hair, green eyes, and pointed ears. Harry knew already that these cloaked figures were the druid elves he was seeking, but seeing these two females reveal their nakedness to Harry, he now realized how gorgeous they all were. As they crawled over to him and began kissing his massive cock, a third one bowed respectively and began to speak.

“I am called Badb, my lord,” The cloaked female said with a bit of what Harry guessed was an irish accent. “The ones that are pleasing you are called Niamh and Titania. As you have probably surmised, we are the druid elves.”

Harry smiled somewhat as he looked at hundreds of druid elves now appearing from all around him, all of them kneeling before him and bowing their heads in respect. Harry felt a surge of emotion as he felt compelled to announce who he was.

“I am Harry James Potter!” He said loudly, with a fierce fire inside of him. “I am the Heir to Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Morgana Le Fay, Ignotus Peverell, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, and I am the true human descendant of the Drakons!”

“We acknowledge your blood as heir to those people, my lord,” Badb told him, removing her hood and showing him her face. Much lighter than her fellow kin, her skin was almost glowing as she smiled, her long black hair waving off of the hood as she did. “You are known to us as the One True Potter, the one who will defeat gods.”

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Hospital Wing-End of 3rd year

Harry did not know why he was dreaming about his encounter with the druid elves, nor his meeting with the dragon known to many as ‘Big Red’. However, he was eternally grateful for what they did, as he learned so much from them and even though he spent years away from the wizarding world during the Daemon War, he could not have done this without them all. If it wasn’t for them, he would never have been able to end that war.

Now, Harry still thought he was dreaming, as he felt a warm body on top of his, and his cock sheathed in someone’s pussy. However, as his eyes slowly opened, he noticed where he was and more importantly when. As his visioned cleared, he saw the sun was clearly up as the whole room was lightened with a near perfect golden glow. However, Harry heard a tiny moan from the person on top of him and as he looked at who it was, he was completely shocked to see Luna.

Taking a moment to recall the events of last night, Harry remembered saving Sirius, catching Pettigrew, helping Remus after he was captured by Artemis, and fucking Hermione right here in the Hospital Wing; with Ron snoring the whole time. However, he had no memory of Luna coming in and inserting his dragon cock into her pussy. As a matter of fact, Harry couldn't recall if he knew Luna around this time, because he believed he first met Luna at the start of his 5th year.

“Harry?” Hermione dozed as she was sleeping soundly on the bed next to his. Harry looked over at her, and breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed that Hermione was still sleeping, and muttering in her sleep. “Your cock felt so good, Harry. I want to feel it inside me again.”

Harry smiled weakly at hearing Hermione talk, but as Harry turned to looked back at Luna, he noticed that the blonde witch was now smiling at him with her eyes wide open.

“Good morning, Harry,” Luna said pleasantly, and as she did, she lifted herself back into position to ride Harry’s cock. Luna placed her feet on either side of Harry’s chest as she thrusted her crotch up and down on Harry’s dick. “I had a feeling that something was different about you, and seeing what you did to Hermione, I’d say I was right.”

“Luna, why are you here?” Harry half-groaned as he felt Luna’s pussy contract against his shaft. “Hang on, you watched us last night?”

“I wasn’t the only one,” Luna giggled slightly, moaning and placing her hands on Harry’s chest to steady herself. “Madam Pomfrey heard you two fucking and watched you two as well. If you want proof, check under your pillow.”

Harry was still surprised by this, but he slid his hand underneath his pillow and grabbed something cotton. Pulling it out, he saw an adult’s purple panties, stained with what Harry could only imagine as Madam Pomfrey’s cum. They gave a distinctive scent that nearly caused Harry’s animal instincts to take over, and he began meeting Luna’s thrusts with his own. However, this did not stop Harry from asking Luna, “I still don’t understand, why did you come here last night, and why are you fucking me?”

Luna stopped for a moment, and for the first time that Harry had ever known her she frowned as she explained, “I know that you’re from the future. Last night, I had a pretty terrifying and vivid dream about the time where you came from, and I know that I was killed by awful, ugly monsters. After I woke up from that nightmare, I had a vision about you, and it told me to come here and to do whatever it takes to be yours.”

“Luna, I know you’re a Seer, but in this timeline, we’re not supposed to meet for another year or so,” Harry said to her. “Also, Hermione will wake up soon, and if she sees you and me like this, there’s no telling what she might do.”

“Relax Harry, I know that she will always be your first,” Luna smiled again. “And when she wakes up, I’ll explain everything to her to help her understand. However, I won’t give up any chance to be fucked by this monster of yours.”

With that, Luna began moaning again as she rode Harry even faster this time, Harry could only look with a crazed look after that as he thrusted his dick upward, matching Luna’s eagerness as she moaned and panted. Luna offered her tiny breasts to Harry at that point and Harry took the left one into his mouth, licking and biting the nipple causing Luna to gasp loudly. Within moments of this, Luna orgasmed on top of Harry’s cock and collapsed on top of him, nearly passing out from the experience. However, Harry was only halfway from his, and with the way he was, he needed to finish or else he was never going to calm down.

Harry flipped themselves around to where Harry was now on top of Luna, and with a guttural growl, he drilled into her pussy long and hard. Luna gasped again as this time she felt what Harry could really do, for he was thrusting his dragon-like dick straight into her tight, wet pussy, and hitting her cervical wall. Luna moaned and screamed as she felt Harry’s dick pound her pussy and with a animalistic thrust, Harry pierced through her womb and inserted most of his cock inside of her. With that, Harry felt his cock vibrate and expand to fifteen inches and as he fucked Luna through all of this, Luna screamed loudly as she felt another orgasm coming and as Harry thrust his dick one last time into her, both Luna and Harry orgasmed with loud screams filling the Hospital Wing.

“Harry Potter! What do you think you are doing?” Hermione’s voice screamed from behind him. Harry was shocked as he got off of Luna and turned to see a fuming Hermione with her arms crossed. Harry waited until his cock was back to it’s twelve-inch length before he began to explain. However, he didn’t know where to start.

“Hermione, I… I don’t know what to say,” Harry said apologetically. “I promise that I…”

Hermione quickly grabbed Harry by his hair and pulled him into a fierce liplock. Harry was completely taken aback as Hermione took control and pushed him back onto the bed, grabbing his twelve-inch member after she did. Luna was still mostly out of it, but managed to move off of the small bed as Hermione shoved Harry back onto it. Luna managed to get to her feet, although she was a bit wobbly as she did. As she regained her composer, she watched Hermione attack Harry with lustful abandon, Hermione broke her embrace, leaving both her and Harry nearly breathless, and as she looked at Luna, she was very vocal when she asked, “Who are you, and why were you fucking my Harry?”

“I’m Luna Lovegood,” She smiled and sat down on the bed. “I watched you and Harry fuck last night and after you two went to sleep, I wanted to try Harry’s cock for myself. I’m not here to take him away from you, I just wanted to join in on the fun.”

To prove her point, Luna reached over and pulled Hermione into a deep kiss. Hermione gasped as she felt the blonde witch’s tongue slide into her mouth and Luna’s hand reaching for one of her tits. Hermione didn’t know what to make of this, but her mind was pleasantly beginning to enjoy this as Luna swirled her tongue inside Hermione’s mouth. Luna’s hand began massaging Hermione’s breast and as she did, she moved herself to sit on top of Harry’s face.

Harry’s lust was rising as he watched this happen, and as Luna sat on top of his head, he grabbed the blonde witch’s legs and proceeded to eat her out. Luna moaned into Hermione as she made out with the bushy haired witch, both girls’ tongues playing with one another. Hermione pulled away from Luna just enough to position herself on top of Harry’s cock and as she inserted herself on top of it, she gasped as she was still feeling the effects of it from the previous night. Even though, she was incredibly horny, Hermione knew that after Harry, no other cock could satisfy her. Hermione moaned as Luns grabbed her head and shoved her face into Luna’s tiny breasts, with Hermione instinctively sucking them with gusto. Luna moaned and screamed louder as her orgasm approached, with Hermione and Harry picking up the tempo to drive her to it faster. What the three of them didn’t realize at that point was that Ron had woken up.

Ron opened his eyes as he heard Luna moan and scream through her orgasm, and as he lifted his head, he saw two figures bouncing on top of a third. Ron didn’t know who it was, as there was two barriers separating himself and those three people. However, with his leg still bandaged up, he decided to quietly enjoy the spectacle and keep his mouth shut about what he was watching. Reaching into his pants, Ron pulled out his five inch cock and began stroking it, completely unaware that it was Harry and Hermione on the opposite side of the Hospital Wing.

“Oh Harry!” Luna screamed as she felt his tongue inside of her pussy. “It feels so good, keep licking my pussy Harry!”

Ron nearly gasped as he heard this unknown witch scream Harry’s name, and all Ron could think about was how lucky his best friend was. ‘That’s great, Harry’s has two girlfriends. I guess being the Boy-Who-Lived has finally given Harry some perks.’ Ron thought, still jerking his dick. ‘Bit rude, though. I mean, I’m his best friend. You would think he would’ve confide in me about who they are.’

Ron kept jerking off though, still not knowing that Harry was fucking Hermione, and Luna, who Ron didn’t know yet. However, that did not stop Ron from fantasizing about being in Harry’s place, enjoying two females pleasing him. That was until Ron heard the other witch scream and recognized who it was.

“Oh Merlin Harry I’m cumming!” Hermione’s voice filled the Hospital Wing. As it did, Ron stopped jerking off, literally becoming heartbroken from hearing Hermione’s voice like that. His smile instantly turned to an angry frown as he speechlessly watched the two figures collapse on top of one another as the third, obviously Harry from Ron’s perspective now, jerked and thrusted what looked like a thick pole into one of the witches and held it in there. Afterwards, the three relaxed as their lust calmed down finally.

Ron was speechless. He had just witnessed his best friend fuck the girl he wanted as his own. There were no words for Ron to describe how he felt at that moment, or the moments after that when he witnessed Hermione and a smaller blonde witch getting dressed into their clothes. Harry had apparently gotten up off the bed and did the same, and when the three of them were all dressed, the blonde looked over where Ron was and whispered into Harry’s ear. After that, she giggled and skipped out of the Hospital Wing with a big smile on her face. As for Harry and Hermione, however, they frowned as they grabbed each other’s hand and walked over to where Ron was lying. Ron was not sure of what was going to happen, but his face became red with anger as he planned to let them both have it. However, he failed to realize that his small cock was still out.

“Enjoy the show, Weasley?” Harry asked with a deep anger inside of him. One that even shocked Hermione. “I take it that you’re not happy that Hermione and I are together now.”

“What do you think?” Ron managed to shout at Harry. After taking a short, calming breath, he looked at Hermione and said. “I thought you and I were going to be together, Hermione. What happened to change that?”

“First of all, Ronald, we are never going to be together,” Hermione said with a vicious tone. “I admit that I have feelings for you, or rather had, but after I learned that you lied to both me and Harry, I can safely say that is no longer the case. Speaking of that, would you mind telling us what happened to the letter I wrote to Harry.”

Ron’s eyes nearly popped out of its sockets after he heard Hermione. “I… uh… don’t know what you mean,” Ron said with uncertainty. “I don’t remember any letter.”

“I wouldn’t lie to us if I were you, Ron,” Harry glared at the red-haired boy, his face becoming redder as he spoke. “I told you how I felt about Hermione last year when she was petrified by the basilisk. You made me think that the three of us should remain friends, but you’ve been going behind my back trying to get Hermione to love you. Speaking about this letter, Ron, what did you do with it? Hermione already told me about it, and told me that you told her I wanted to just be friends with her. Some friend you are; lying to the both of us.”

Ron laid there, unable to answer as he knew that he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Both Harry and Hermione looked at Ron and waited for him to respond, their faces clearly showing their distaste over Ron’s deceit. The silence became quite uncomfortable, as several minutes passed by until Ron finally gave his answer, which sounded like a lame excuse.

“Alright, the letter Hermione wrote is hidden underneath my mattress in Gryffindor tower,” Ron nearly blurted out. “I admit I read it, and when I did, I became jealous. I knew that my two best friends loved each other, and I knew that would change all of us. It was only after the holiday that I started feeling something towards Hermione. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you both the truth.”

“That's no excuse, Ronald,” Hermione angrily said to him. “You had no right to read my private words that were meant only for Harry. To think, I’ve been thinking that Harry didn't think of me that way. The truth of the matter is we now know that we both have strong feelings for one another, and you kept this away from the both of us!”

Hermione nearly broke into tears at that point, but kept her composer as Harry continued, “You knew how I felt about Hermione since last year, Ron, and I was man enough to tell you the truth. You, however, chose to hide your feelings for her and tell me or Hermione about them. She may have suspected this, but if I was really your best friend, you should have been a man about it and told me the truth!”

“And how would that have sounded?” Ron countered, sitting halfway up on the bed. “‘Hi Harry, just wanted to let you know that I have feelings for Hermione too. May the best wizard win.’ What do you think would’ve happened? We both tell Hermione how we felt and waited for her to choose one of us. Even I’m not that stupid, it would have ended our friendship one way or the other.”

“That wasn't your decision to make, Weasley,” Harry yelled this time, grabbing Hermione’s hand tighter. “If that was the position you were in, it still had to be done. Sure, Hermione would chosen one of us, and it might have ruined our friendship, but I would have respected you more if you told us the truth, instead of manipulating both mine and Hermione's feelings like that!”

Ron couldn't answer back, knowing what Harry said was true. However, he didn't know what Harry did, that in the future he came from, Ron and Hermione loved each other and all three of them were still best friends. That was, of course, until that horrible day when the daemons first appeared into their world.

Hermione, at that point, took the more reasoned approach, “Listen, Ronald, you are going to have to except that Harry and I are together now, and if you want to stay friends with us, well that'll be up to you. However, you best not speak against me or Harry like this, or try to break us up. It'll take a long time for us to forgive you for what you've done, so you have a lot of work to do to regain our trust.”

Ron still remained speechless, but quietly and tearfully nodded as Hermione pulled Harry away from Ron’s bed and towards the exit. Harry looked back at Ron, with feelings of complete distrust inside of him. Harry knew that Ron wouldn't keep his mouth shut for long, as the red-haired boy was a known blabbermouth. However, Ron was scared of what Hermione might do if he did, so Harry could count of Ron’s silence for a little while. This was going to change though, as Harry began thinking of ways to keep the boy’s mouth shut.

As Ron watched Harry and Hermione leave, a deep anger filled him in the pit of his stomach. Ron had done everything he could to keep Harry and Hermione apart, not just because he had feelings for Hermione, no it was because Harry had everything handed to him, which made Ron actually hate his best friend. Harry was rich, famous, and had every girl pining to be the girlfriend of the Boy-Who-Lived. Not only that, though, but his mother was hoping that Harry and Ginny would have become an item, and Molly had asked Ron to keep Harry and Hermione apart. Now with the school term coming to an end, Ron had to wonder how his mother was going to react knowing that he failed. As he thought more about it, his anger began turning to fear and with a dreaded thought, Ron had wished that he rathered face You-Know-Who than his mother when she got mad.

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Remus sat in his office with a piece of blank parchment on the desk in front of him, thinking of the best way to word what he wanted to say to Dumbledore. He had woken up about an hour ago, and the last thing Remus remembered was having Sirius come to his aid, trying his best to advise Remus that he was better than the beast inside of him. However, it was all for naught as the call of the moon was too strong and Remus was once again forced to turn into a werewolf.

Grabbing the quill next to the parchment, he dabbed it in ink and began to write his resignation as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Slowly writing, Remus told Dumbledore his thanks in trusting him, a werewolf, as a professor in this school. He also wrote how glad he was to finally meet the son of Lily and James Potter, and how proud he was that Harry finally discovered the truth about his godfather. Remus added a few more words to it as well, thanking all of the teachers that embraced him with open arms. However, after the events of last night, he felt it was no longer safe to stay here, so he wished everyone the best, and said his goodbye.

As Remus was about to sign his name to the parchment, he had a sudden flash of memory; he was looking down at Harry and an unknown figure. This figure, a female it looked like, was pointing an arrow up at Remus, who was tied to a large tree. Remus couldn’t hear what Harry and this female were talking about, but it looked like Harry was protecting Remus from this female, who was smiling at Harry somewhat. However, as soon as Remus tried to figure out when this happened, the memory ended and Remus was left wondering what had happened the night before.

“Am I disturbing you, Lupin?” Snape had said as Remus was trying to recall that moment. Remus looked at Snape with shock as he did not hear the Potion Master enter his office. However, that did not stop Snape from continuing, “The headmaster has requested our presence. He sent me to come get you, and told me it was a matter of grave importance.”

Remus put down the quill and answered, “Did Professor Dumbledore say why it required both of us to be present? After last night, I was confident that you would’ve informed Fudge about my condition.”

“You can be rest assured that I have yet to do so, Lupin,” Snape responded, keeping the same scowl on his face that he always does. “However, I do know that the Minister is waiting in the headmaster’s office with two Aurors with him. Professor Dumbledore has also requested the presence of Mr. Potter and Miss Granger as well, and Professor McGonagall is bringing them in.”

“Very well, Severus,” Remus said, picking up the parchment and folding it into his jacket pocket. He then stood up from his desk and walked out of his office with Snape leading him out.

When the two had arrived to the gargoyle statue, they were met by Harry, Hermione, and McGonagall, the later one saying the password that opened up the stairway to the headmaster’s office. Harry looked at Remus and respectively asked, “Are you alright, Professor?”

“I’m fine, Harry. Just curious as to why Professor Dumbledore has requested all of us,” Remus answered with a weak smile.

The five of them made their way up the stairs and as they did, the voice of Cornelius Fudge was shouting, “Why did you send for her, Albus? I am perfectly capable of dealing with this awful business. Let’s not forget, you allowed a mass murderer escape right under your nose. More to the point, you endangered the lives of all of your charges by allowing a werewolf on your staff.”

Both Harry and Hermione stopped and glared at Snape after hearing Fudge mention this. McGonagall looked apologetically at Remus as she had her suspicions, but knew the type of man Remus truly was, and knew that the man was not the beast. Snape kept his composer, but simply returned the two students’ glare and said, “I did not tell the Minister that Lupin was a werewolf.”

Remus simply continued up the stairs and knocked on the headmaster’s door, apparently accepting his fate knowing that Fudge would tell every parent and guardian that had a child here that a werewolf was being employed here as a teacher. Of course, in about an hour or so, it wouldn't matter anymore, as Remus was going to hand in his resignation to Dumbledore right there.

“Come in, Remus, Minerva, Severus, Hermione, and Harry,” Dumbledore's voice said, and as Remus opened the door, Harry saw the red-faced Minister of Magic, with two adult males standing behind him, turn to face the group that was now entering Dumbledore's office. “Welcome, all of you. You must be wondering why I summoned all of you here.”

“Professor Dumbledore, if I may,” Remus spoke and walked towards the headmaster’s desk. “I have taken the liberty to write my letter of resignation in regards to the incident last night. I wish to thank you for allowing me this opportunity, and…”

“If I may interrupt you, Remus,” Dumbledore raised his hand to silence him. “Your resignation is not needed, and I have no intention of accepting it at this time. The reason I have called you all here is to finally reveal certain truths about what happened twelve years ago. “

No sooner than Dumbledore had finished speaking had everyone heard a knock at the door. “Come in, Madam Bones,” The aged headmaster said, and after the door opened, the very regal looking Madam Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, entered the headmaster’s office and when she saw Fudge there, she gracelessly bowed towards the Minister before turning to Dumbledore and nodded her greetings. However, at that moment, the two Aurors who were behind Fudge looked away and looked like they were trying to hide behind Fudge.

“Professor Dumbledore, I apologize for my lateness, but I was otherwise detained this morning and could not come sooner,” Madam Bones spoke with such respect that Harry had forgotten how formal she was. Of course, Harry realized, that in his mind just made her beauty that more appreciated. Her black robes and clothing that she wore never revealed her body, but Harry knew that many boys who knew her fantasized about what she looked like underneath them.

“There's no apology needed, Madam,” Dumbledore smiled at her. “Now, as I was saying, I have gathered everyone here to reveal the dark truth about Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew.”

“Pettigrew is dead, Albus!” Fudge nearly resumed his yelling, but kept the volume of his voice to a respectable level. “We all know the truth: Sirius Black killed him, and…”

Fudge stopped talking as he saw Dumbledore pull out from underneath his desk a small wooden cage with a grey rat inside, which was trying to gnaw the wood with its teeth. Everyone looked at the rat with complete shock on their face, that is except for Harry and Hermione. Harry had a look of satisfaction as he looked around the room as everyone but Remus and Hermione looked at Dumbledore with a quizzical look.

“Isn’t that Mr. Weasley’s pet, Albus?” McGonagall asked as she took a closer look at it. “It is. Why do you have it?”

“If I may, Professor Dumbledore,” Remus said with a bright smile, knowing that the truth was finally going to be told by the rat. “That rat is an animagus, Professor McGonagall, and with everyone’s permission, I would like to be the one to reveal who this rat is.”

“Very well Remus. It would be very fitting for you to reveal who this rat is,” Dumbledore said, causing Harry to smile more. Handing the cage over to Remus, he continued, “Place the cage on the empty chair, and when you are ready, I will transfigure the cage into the proper bindings as you reveal who this rat is.”

Remus placed the cage on the chair which was surrounded by everyone there. As he did, Dumbledore grabbed his wand from his desk and waited for Remus to pull out his wand. After Remus nodded to Dumbledore, both wizards cast their spells at the cage and within seconds, the rat inside turned into Peter Pettigrew and at the same time the cage around him turned into harsh wooden cuffs around his wrists. A shocked gasp was heard from McGonagall, Bones, and Fudge as everyone looked at the fat, short, balding man now sitting in the chair. Pettigrew looked terrified as he looked around at everyone there, especially Snape, as he knew how cruel Snape could actually be.

“Peter Pettigrew?” Fudge looked closer at the wizard cuffed, sitting in the chair. “How are you still alive? We were told you were killed by Sirius Black.”

Pettigrew looked at Fudge for a moment and was about to open his mouth, but at that moment Bones interjected and said, “Aurors, place your wands at the ready. Aim them at Pettigrew until we know what is really going on.”

The Aurors, who still looked afraid of Bones, did as they were told and aimed their wands at the back of Pettigrew’s head. After they did, Pettigrew began to sob uncontrollably and spouted the first lie off the top of his head.

“I was afraid for my life, Minister. You must believe me!” Pettigrew stammered at Fudge, very aware that wands were pointing at him. However, he wasn’t about to confess the truth just yet. “Sirius found me after he betrayed James and Lily, and confessed that he served Lord V-voldemort, and…”

Harry could not hear Pettigrew’s lies, and jabbed his own wand deep into the coward’s neck. “Tell the truth, Wormtail!” Harry angrily said, his eyes glaring at the man who betrayed his parents. At that moment, Remus looked at Harry and felt an immense sense of pride at the boy who was James’ and Lily’s son. “Tell them what you told us last night.”

“Calm yourself, Harry. There is a simple way to make sure that Pettigrew tells the truth,” Dumbledore calmly said to Harry, Harry took a step back as Dumbledore looked over to Snape and asked, “Severus, did you bring the Veriatserim?”

“Yes, Headmaster,” Snape said, pulling out a small bottle from his robes. He then walked over to Pettigrew and opened the vial, with Pettigrew shutting his mouth tightly. Remus grabbed Pettigrew’s face at that moment and forced his mouth open while Snape poured three drops of the bottle down Pettigrew’s throat. After the liquid went down, Remus shut Pettigrew’s throat to make sure he drinks the potion fully, and once he did, Remus and Snape took a step back and turned towards Dumbledore.

“Now, Peter, I do believe we can finally hear the truth,” Dumbledore rose from his seat and walked around his desk. “Now, for the obvious; are you Peter Pettigrew?”

“Yes,” Pettigrew answered while struggling as he was trying to fight telling the truth.

“Have you been hiding as the rat known as Scabbers for the last twelve years under the family care of the Weasleys?” Dumbledore asked, keeping his voice calm, but his face had started to tell a different story.

“Yes,” Pettigrew answered again.

“Good, Now for the truth that Minister Fudge and Madam Bones really needs to hear,” Dumbledore said with an intense frown, like he felt a personal betrayal at what happened twelve years ago. “Who was James and Lily Potter’s Secret Keeper the night Lord Voldemort murdered them?”

There was a short pause as Pettigrew nearly shook before he finally answered, “I was.”

“Did you betray James and Lily to Lord Voldemort, therefore becoming complacent in their murder?”

“Yes,” Pettigrew answered slowly and painfully. Fudge gasped in shock from hearing this, stepping further back from everyone there. However, Harry wasn’t paying attention to what Fudge was doing, as he took a step closer to Pettigrew.

“Why?” Harry asked him, the anger clearly in his voice. Although Harry already knew the truth, this was the first ever time that Pettigrew would ever say it in front of these people.

“The Dark Lord has powers that no one here knows,” Pettigrew said, struggling against the effects of the potion. “He will rise again, and all of you will fall before him.”

“I highly doubt that, Mr. Pettigrew,” Bones stepped forward and turned to face him. “Concerning Sirius Black, would you please tell us the incident involving the murders of those muggles shortly before your disappearance.”

“I killed them, and framed Sirius of this,” Pettigrew told her. “After word came about the Dark Lord’s defeat, Sirius came looking for me and found me in that place. I killed all those muggles and admissed the confusion, I severed my finger and knocked out Sirius. I then turned into a rat and crawled down into a sewer drain after I left my severed finger next to Sirius. It was my plan from the start, as I knew Sirius would have come looking for me after he heard about James’ and Lily’s deaths, and I knew he would have never stopped looking.”

Snape looked like he was about to rip out Pettigrew’s throat after hearing this. McGonagall just stood there shocked at hearing all of this, looking at Dumbledore who sighed and said, “I’m afraid that I must admit some fault to this, as I suggested to Lily and James that they use Peter as their Secret Keeper instead of Sirius or Remus. However, I swear that I had no knowledge about his betrayal, nor what he did afterwards. As far as I knew until last night, Sirius was the Secret Keeper and was the one who betrayed the Potters to Lord Voldemort.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Professor,” Harry looked at Dumbledore and said. “You didn’t know that my Dad and Mum took your suggestion, or this coward being servant of Voldemort. All you did was try to give my parents the best chance possible.”

“Well, I think that I have heard enough,” Fudge said, taking a step forward. “Aurors, take Pettigrew into custody and transport him directly to-”

“A moment, Minister Fudge,” Bones said, getting in front of Fudge as she did. “I do hope you weren’t planning to send him to Azkaban. Especially without a trial in front of the entire Wizengamot.”

“Of course not, Amelia,” Fudge nearly coughed as he began to sweat a bit. “I’m just making sure that Pettigrew is properly detained, and-”

“You mean like Sirius was.” Harry looked towards Fudge and snapped. “I, for one, would love to hear how you held my godfather, who is the Heir Apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, by the way, in Azkaban prison without a proper trial.”

“I would also like to add that you ordered the Dementor’s Kiss being given to him after he was captured last night,” Dumbledore added, and seeing how this was going for Fudge, showed a slight smile at witnessing Fudge becoming uncomfortable.

“N-now see h-here, I am t-the Minister of M-magic,” Fudge stammered, not enjoying what was happening. “I h-have to act i-in the b-best interests of our community. That includes doing whatever it takes to protecting our populous from apparent mass murderers.”

“However, since it’s very clear now that Sirius Black is innocent, I assume that we can expect to see you dismiss all charges against him.” Bones responded, then turning to the Aurors, she said, “Aurors, please escort Peter Pettigrew to the holding cells at the Ministry. Keep him under constant guard, and make sure there are anti-animagus wards placed on his cell.”

The Aurors quickly grabbed a frightened Pettigrew up out of his chair and led him out of the room. Harry, not even bothering to look at the coward anymore, kept his eyes locked on Fudge. “You know Minister the way I see things here you are looking to be guilty of one of two things: summary execution, to which you do NOT have the right to commit and attempted line theft,” Harry spoke up after Pettigrew and the Aurors left the headmaster’s office, directing his anger at Fudge.

“What do you mean? And how can someone as young as you make such an accusation?” Fudge asked, his face getting red from his discomfort.

“Allow me to formally announce myself, Minister,” Harry said, lifting both of his hands with his fingers spread out. “I am Lord Harry James Potter, Lord and rightful Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. I am also the Heir to Ignotus Peverell, which makes me Lord Peverell as well. And if you want to hear more, I just happen to be the rightful Heir to all four Founders of Hogwarts, the Heir of Merlin, Morgana Le Fey, and Arthur Pendragon.”

“That’s imposs-” Fudge began to say, but after Harry announced this, rings appeared on each of Harry’s fingers. The room was left with dazed silence at they saw each ring, belonging to the Houses of Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Le Fey, Emyrs, and Pendragon. There were also two more rings that appeared on a gold necklace that was wrapped around Harry’s neck; one was the House of Black, as he was currently the one in the position at the time, and the ring that symbolized his dragon heritage. Everyone was completely shocked at seeing these rings appear, none more so than Fudge, as he became very pale at noticing the ring that belonged to the House of Black. He stepped away from Harry and kept backing away until his back was up against one of Dumbledore’s many bookshelves. Fudge blustered out in confusion, “How can you be Lord Black? I was told that after Regulus died, that the next Heir Apparent was Draco Malfoy.”

“And who told you that, I wonder?” Harry asked with a raised brow. “Lucius Malfoy, perhaps?”

“Y-yes,” Fudge nodded his head dumbly not realizing the hole he was digging himself. Madam Bones, who was silently listening, kept her eyes locked on Fudge, for she always suspected that Fudge was undermining the Ministry itself, and Harry was actually helping her get evidence.

“I see, and I wonder who gave you the idea to issue the Kiss on sight order on Sirius?” Harry implied to Fudge, stepping even closer to him. “Was it Lucius Malfoy as well?”

“H-he suggested it,” Fudge admitted as he felt like the room had become an inferno, sweat now visibly pouring off his face.

“One final thing, who thought it was a good idea to post Dementors on school grounds, thus having them attack students, namely me, during outside activities, like Quidditch?” Harry smiled a little, knowing how uncomfortable Fudge now was.

Hermione, who was completely shocked by this entire conversation, beginning from the moment Harry announced his lordships, finally understood where Harry was going with this. “If I might add, Minister Fudge.” Hermione stepped forward. “Having Dementors search the Hogwarts Express on the way to school for Sirius Black was morally wrong as it endangered children who were on their way here.”

“It was all Lucius’ idea!” Fudge shouted, half-crying as he knew that dispatching Dementors may have been a huge mistake. “I swear to you all, he suggested it just after Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, and at the time it seemed like a good idea.”

“I think that will be quite enough, Minister Fudge,” Madam Bones said, looking at Fudge with disdain. She then turned to Harry and asked, “Do you wish charges to be brought up against Lord Lucius Malfoy, Lord Potter?”

“Yes, as the current Lord of the House of Black at this time, I would like to charge Lucius Malfoy with attempted line-theft to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.” Harry said firmly. “Anything else in regards to this will be determined after Sirius Black is cleared of the charges against him, with a public apology from Minister Fudge himself.”

“Let’s not forget that once that happens that Sirius will become Lord Black and will be able to act against Lucius and the Malfoy family.” Dumbledore said to Harry, but kept his eyes locked on Fudge. “However, Minister, this might be a good time to mention my position about using Dementors as guards in Azkaban. As I’m sure you know that I’ve been quite insistent that those dark creatures should be removed from Azkaban, as they represent what I believe to be cruel punishment towards prisoners.”

“Of this, I quite concur, Professor Dumbledore,” Madam Bones nodded. “However, this should be a matter for another time. Don’t you agree, Minister Fudge.”

“Of course, Madam Bones. In fact, I will see to it that the Dementors are removed from the school grounds immediately, and I will also personally dispatch Aurors to the Malfoy residence to arrest Lucius for the crime of line theft,” Fudge said, almost with a higher pitch than normal. After he said that, Bones motioned for him to leave, and with a solemn bow to everyone there, Fudge and Bones left the headmaster’s office with Fudge exiting in almost a rush and Bones following with her eyes locked on Fudge. This brought a smile to Harry’s face as he believed that this would start the process for Fudge’s removal, as Bones was not a witch to let anything get by her.

Hermione spun Harry around at that moment to face her. “When were you going to tell me that you’re a lord?” Hermione asked, still shocked at that revelation. “When did this even happen? I mean, no one here knew about this, right?”

“It’s a long story, Hermione,” Harry answered. “I promise I will tell you, but now is not the time. Trust me on this.”

“You will tell me, won’t you Harry. I mean, it’s like I never knew you, and that’s after you told me about your aunt and uncle,” Hermione said, almost tearing up from this. She then turned to Dumbledore and asked, “Did you know any of this Professor?”

“I’m afraid that I am just as surprised as you are, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore responded, a frown returning to his face. “I do have a suspicion as to why this is, though, and I would very much like to discuss this matter in private with Har-, I’m sorry, I meant Lord Potter.”

“Professor, I really don't mind if you call me Harry,” Harry told him, smiling weakly at the aged headmaster. “However, you're right as to wanting to talk in private. There's a lot for me to tell you.”

Dumbledore nodded and walked back over to his chair. As he sat down, he turned to Remus and said, “I know this might not change your mind quite yet, Remus, even considering Pettigrew’s capture after all this time. However, I would like you to remain here, or at the very least, consider staying for the duration of this term.”

“Considering what I just witnessed here, Albus, I will consider staying for the rest of the year,” Remus said, knowing that he was being asked to leave for a moment. He then took at look at everyone there, and held his gave for a moment over Harry and Hermione. His nose noticed a peculiar scent from both of them at that moment. Smiling wider as he began to leave, he had an interesting thought, ‘Just like Lily and James.’

As Remus left, Dumbledore turned to McGonagall and said, “Minerva, would you please escort Miss Granger back to Gryffindor tower. I’m quite sure she would love to study for finals while she waits for Harry.”

“I might have a more suitable idea,” McGonagall smiled. “Miss Granger, if you would follow me please. Oh, and Mr. Potter, I would like to speak with you in my office after you are done.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harry said, curiously wondering what McGonagall wanted with him. After she and Hermione left, Harry turned back to Dumbledore as the headmaster turned to look at Snape.

“Severus, if you don’t mind, I do think it’s best that Harry and I speak in private,” Dumbledore said to the Potion master. “If necessary, I will explain what I can, when I can to you.”

“Very well, Headmaster,” Snape said, keeping the same sour expression that he always has. He then looked over at Harry, and did something that in all the years Harry had known him never did to him, he gave a slight nod, as if he was actually giving Harry a slight bit of respect. This surprised Harry somewhat, but afterwards Snape strolled past him without any other sound or gesture to him.

After everyone had finally left, Dumbledore summoned a bottle of brandy from out of nowhere and also two glasses. “I assumed, Harry, that when you come from, you’re a full adult,” Dumbledore pleasantly smiled as he poured each of them a small glass. “Even though you’re back into your thirteen-year-old self, I fancy that you wouldn’t mind a wee nip.”

“You know, then,” Harry smiled. “I’m from the future.”

“A thirteen-year-old boy suddenly declaring himself a lord and has the rings to back it up,” Dumbledore quietly chuckled. “Especially when just yesterday around this time you had absolutely no knowledge how prominent you family was; I’d say it could be considered a lucky guess. I would, however like to remind you that what you did was against the law, and you may have endangered the timeline with you doing this.”

“I know how you feel, professor,” Harry nodded. “However, given the fact that I now know what I know, I couldn’t very well do nothing.”

“Of this, I understand,” Dumbledore handed Harry a glass. “So, what can you tell me about the future that you came from, without revealing too much, of course?”

“It’s best that I show you, Professor. If you would kind enough to summon your Pensieve?”

Dumbledore nodded, and with several waves of his hand, opened up a cabinet to reveal his Pensieve, which looked much like a regal bird-bath, completely marble with elegant designs around the side of it. However, it’s real prize for any witch or wizard was the pool inside of it, as it could accept anyone’s memories and play them for anyone. As Dumbledore summoned the pool of liquid over to his desk, Harry pulled out his wand and focusing his memories on the past several years, keeping certain bits out for himself, pulled out a white, glowing stream of light from his forehead. After Dumbledore had set the Pensieve on his desk, Harry rose from his seat and placed his memories into it.

“I think it’s best that I warn you that you’re going to feel sick afterwards.” Harry told him. “I know you’ll have questions afterwards, and if I can, I’ll answer them.”

Dumbledore nodded, and dipped his head into the Pensieve. Harry silently waited as Dumbledore watched everything Harry put into his memory: Voldemort’s return next year, the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius’ death at the hands of Bellatrix, Dumbledore’s death at the hands of Snape, Harry’s hunt for the horcruxes, and finally, Voldemort’s downfall. However, that wasn’t all Harry showed him.

After Dumbledore saw Voldemort’s death, the old headmaster had a sudden feeling of immense satisfaction of witnessing Tom Riddle’s final defeat. That was, however, until the memory shifted to two years later, and saw the terrible, awful creatures that destroyed Hogwarts, the daemons. He saw what occured with Hermione, the many deaths at the hands to these monsters, and the destruction of Hogwarts itself. Dumbledore felt nothing but sorrow and regret after he witnessed this, but then he saw what Harry went through after that; his friendship ending with Ron, his feelings over Hermione returning, and Harry leaving the wizarding world in search of the legendary druid elves.

Dumbledore saw some of the training Harry went through, as Dumbledore went through a fast collection of memories throughout it all. Among the first was of course was Harry discovering the he was a human descendant of the royal bloodline of dragons, the Drakons. This was something Dumbledore did not know of, or even suspected. Years soon past as Dumbledore witnessed Harry’s return to the wizarding world, with the druid elves as his army, and with the help of the remaining forces of the Wizarding and Muggle world combined, Dumbledore witnessed the final defeat of the daemons with Harry being forced to kill Hermione, his one true love.

Finally the memories slow to reveal what Harry felt was the most important, and the reason he choose to go back in time in the first place. Dumbledore stood on top of the ruins of Hogwarts and witnessed Harry’s conversation with three females who each had a golden glow around them. Dumbledore recognized them instantly, not by his own memory as he never truly met them. No, he recognized them by the what they were wearing, and the way they were moving around Harry: Athena, Artemis, and Aphrodite.

Dumbledore quietly listened to their conversation, and as they told Harry that these daemons that Harry had defeated could travel through time, and warned Harry when they were coming. Dumbledore understood at that moment the reason Harry choose to return to this point in time, but listened to Athena’s final words to Harry, “Convince Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore of what happened.”

Dumbledore emerged from the Pensieve shortly after the memory faded to black. As Harry watched, Dumbledore staggered back to his chair and grabbed his glass of brandy. His gulped it down quickly and poured himself a larger glass of it. Before taking another drink, however, he looked at Harry and said, “Well Harry, it seems I was quite wrong saying that you were breaking the law coming back in time. After all, goddesses do not operate within our laws.”

Dumbledore chuckled a bit, but Harry frowned as he watched Dumbledore take a sip of his brandy. After Dumbledore placed his glass back down, he looked at Harry and asked, “Did these daemons attack England, or the whole world?”

“The world, but it was centralized here,” Harry answered, grabbing the glass Dumbledore offered earlier and taking a quick sip. As soon as he did, Harry coughed a bit, as his younger body wasn’t used to the alcohol.

“These druid elves, I take it that they unlocked the barriers holding back your magic?” Dumbledore kept a calm look on his face. “Including those I had placed on you when you were a baby?”

Harry nodded, saying “One of the first trials I took removed all barriers inside me. It was the one where I learned of my dragon heritage. I learned about what you did later while training with them, and considering all the things you wanted for me, I guess I understood.”

Dumbledore nodded, with his hands now intertwining with one another as he asked, “And how much did you learn about me?”

“Almost everything,” Harry took another sip, retching as he did. “Much of what I know came from Aberforth, and he wasn’t exactly kind when he talked about you.”

“I didn’t expect him to be,” Dumbledore smiled somewhat. “My brother and I have a strained relationship, to say the least. The main reason I’m sure you you know of, the death of our sister Ariana. He blames me mostly, and rightly so.”

“Professor, I know it isn’t my place, but you’re not perfect,” Harry said to him. “When I was here, the first time I mean, I kind of saw you like that; the perfect and kind. headmaster of Hogwarts. However, over the years, especially after I learned about you, I realized that you weren’t, but so what? Growing up, you made mistakes, had friends, sought power, and in the end, suffered your own pain. Who am I to judge you for the things you’ve done in the past? Yes, I’m Harry Potter, but that’s all I ever wanted to be.”

Dumbledore smiled as he heard what Harry said, and simply replied, “You know, after Ariana’s death, all I ever wanted to be was Albus Dumbledore. I can only hope that you can forgive me for all those things I’ve done to make sure you had a normal life. However, being who we are, well we never had a chance did we?”

At that, Harry smiled and laughed a little, placing his now empty glass down on Dumbledore’s desk. Dumbledore stood and grabbed his wand at that moment, and without any indication, handed it over to Harry.

“The Elder Wand’s true master has always been a Heir to Peverell.” Dumbledore said, making sure that Harry accepts it. After Harry accepted it, Dumbledore sat back down and began to think of a strategy. “First off, I think it’s best that you do not reveal to others that you are from the future. Doing so might cause irrecitiple damage. I think, for the time being, that you inform Miss Granger and others who might inquire about your lordships that I informed you of them during this year.”

“What about Voldemort?” Harry asked as Dumbledore sat back down. “I must admit that he’ll find a way to return, even with Wormtail captured.”

“Yes, it does seem unavoidable,” Dumbledore mused. “Concerning him, we must first obtain his horcruxes and get them destroyed. I take it you know of their locations?”

“The first one is easy.” Harry smiled. “It’s the locket that belonged to Tom’s mother. He entrusted it to Regulus Black who ended up betraying him. It’s currently hidden in Grimmauld Place. The next one is here in Hogwarts itself, it’s the diadem belonging to Rowena Ravenclaw, and it’s here hidden in the Room of Requirement.”

“Room of Requirement? I must confess I thought I knew every room of Hogwarts, save for Chamber of Secrets, to which you rediscovered of course.” Dumbledore asked with a frown.

“Oh that’s a discovery that trumps the Chamber of Secrets,” Harry smiled from his memories of the Room. “It’s known to the Hogwarts elves as the Come and Go Room. It’s located on seventh floor across the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. You have to walk past the tapestry three times thinking what kind of room you want and on third pass a door appears.”

From there, Harry informed Dumbledore of remaining horcruxes, from the ring to the cup. However, the hardest one, Nagini, Voldemort’s snake, was the only one that he didn’t know the location of. When Harry finished telling Dumbledore the locations, and warnings about each horcrux, he finally revealed the most important one.

“The final one is me, but I think you already suspected that,” Harry said finally, though he continued to explain. “The night my parents died, and when he tried to kill me, a piece of his soul attached itself to me before his body was destroyed. There’s one more thing, it’s something I didn’t realize until the goddesses sent me back here, but I think my mum’s soul is inside me. It somehow went inside me at the very moment the Voldemort’s soul did. We have to-”

“Retrieve her body, and find a way to return her soul back to her body,” Dumbledore finished, looking at Harry with a look of guilt on his face. “I think it’s best that I reveal a key piece of information of my own. You mother’s body is currently here. Hidden in one of the vacant classrooms, only I and Minerva have access to; she’s inside a magical chamber of my own making. You see, after Voldemort’s defeat twelve years ago, I went to Godric’s Hollow to see to your parents’ burial. However, when I went to their house to recover their bodies, I discovered that your mother’s body was still warm to the touch when I grabbed her hand. Since then, she’s been kept here hidden from the students and staff as I have been tirelessly trying to revive her from her coma, but I have unsuccessful.”

Dumbledore fully stood and walked over to Fawkes, checking on his familiar before continuing. “There is a room that to many looks surprising like a broom closet right across from the second floor girls’ bathroom. However, if you open and close the door three times, then say ‘Gryffindor Lady’ three times after that, you will open the door once more and happen to see the abandoned classroom with your mother inside.”

After a very long pause, Harry finally asked, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn't want you to get your hopes up,” Dumbledore responded, looking after his phoenix. “I had no way to revive her, so telling you before I knew would simply raise your hopes up. If I failed, Harry, there was no telling how you would've reacted.”

Harry calmly thought about this for a while, and when he was ready to answer, he took a deep breath before saying, “I understand, Professor. I wouldn't have accepted it if you failed. So, what do we need to do next?”

“First, as you are the best able, you will need to go to the Room of Requirement and retrieve the lost diadem,” Dumbledore turned and looked at him. “However, I suggest you do this late at night. Once that is done, you must bring it here to me as soon as possible. Now, regarding this as you are most likely aware, the Grey Lady, otherwise known as Helena Ravenclaw, might appear and beg you to destroy it, but all we need to do is purge Voldemort's soul from it. This you need to convince her of, as she will distract you from getting back here to me.”

Harry nodded his understanding and smiled. “If she tries, I’m sure that I can do something that will persuade her to see things my way.”

“Excellent, now after the school term ends, you will need to retrieve the locket. As you are currently Lord Black at this time, you will be legally able to enter Grimmauld Place and retrieve the locket. The only problem I can foresee is the Black’s House-Elf, Kreacher.”

“Kreacher turned out alright after Hermione gave him Regulus’ locket,” Harry said thoughtfully. “However, he’s loyal to the Black family, and Sirius and I should be able to handle him. I do have to ask this, what about the Trace?”

“As you are a Lord now, I will petition to have it removed immediately,” Dumbledore said. “Fudge might try to keep it on you, but after the position he’s in now, he can not afford to anger you further. He’ll accept that a lord of multiple Houses should not be tracked by the Ministry.”

Harry smiled for a moment, but frowned the next as he realized something important. “The ring, Professor. You’re not going to try to obtain it yourself, are you?”

“Not alone, Harry. Severus will accompany me this summer to the Gaunt house, and will keep me from trying it on,” Dumbledore walked away from Fawkes and over to Harry. “I give you my word that I will not use the Resurrection Stone within the ring to see Ariana. Severus will be there to see to it.”

Harry nodded, and asked, “What about the cup? We both know that it’s in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault inside Gringotts. How are we going to get it?”

“Part of that problem has been rectified,” The headmaster smiled. “Both Bellatrix and Narcissa are more loyal to the House of Black than their own husbands. They won’t allow any type of betrayal to their House, and Lucius has done quite more than that in his recent years. Unfortunately, as Narcissa is Lucius’ wife, she will be declared complicit with Lucius in the matter of line theft. However, if you approach her during Wormtail’s trial, you can arrange a deal with her and Bellatrix to side with you and Sirius, along with forgiving their sister Andromeda as well; this will help you in getting into Bellatrix’s vault. You will still need Bellatrix, I’m afraid, but having Narcissa on your side will get you one step closer.”

Harry stood up at that point, knowing that there was no need to go further into this discussion. Harry did, however, ask Dumbledore one last thing, “Why don’t you want these items destroyed, sir? They each carry a piece of Voldemort’s soul, and we may not be able to purge them of it.”

“While I do agree that may be the case, Harry,” Dumbledore said, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Each item that Voldemort used as a horcrux are either family heirlooms or important historical objects. Destroying them should be a last resort, Harry, as I believe that we can safely extract his soul from each item and thus preserving these items in their natural form. I do know that the goblins have dealt with this kind of dark magic before, and I’m quite certain that the druid elves imparted some kind of training for you to deal with it as well.”

“They did, but doing even one is an extremely long process,” Harry explained. “It will require certain items, most are easily obtained by us and others. The hard part is having a drop of blood from the wizard who created the horcrux in the first place. Meaning without Tom Riddle’s blood, I won’t be able to perform the incantation.”

“Hmmm, I do believe that the goblins have a different way of doing things,” Dumbledore mused as he walked back to his chair and sat down. “I will write to the king of the goblins and inquire about this. I will leave out the knowledge of the cup inside their vaults for the time being, as it would strain the wizarding/goblin relationship greatly. Now, if there isn’t anything else, Harry, might I ask when do you plan to retrieve the diadem?”

“Tomorrow night if possible, Professor,” Harry said, knowing what he had to do tonight. “With everything that’s happened, I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do to Hermione and everyone else.”

“Very well, Harry,” Dumbledore smiled. “However, before you go, there is one last matter to deal with: Dobby!”

Harry was quite surprised as the next moment, the former House-
Elf to the Malfoy family appeared in the headmaster’s office with a very small “pop”. Dobby looked up at Harry and smiled widely and bowed before him. Harry was shocked at seeing Dobby do this, as the last time he saw the grey elf he had just been freed from his servitude to Lucius.

“Dobby,” Dumbledore looked at the elf. As Dobby turned to face the headmaster, Dumbledore continued. “Harry has officially been declared Lord Potter. You know what that means.”

Dobby squealed in excitement and turned back to face Harry once again. “Dobby serves the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter now, Lord Potter,” Dobby said as he respectively bowed before Harry again. “When Lord Potter freed Dobby from serving the House of Malfoy last year, Dobby forgot that all House-Elves need to be bound to a wizarding family’s magic or House-Elves die. However, Albus Dumbledore saved Dobby by binding Dobby to the House of Potter. As Albus Dumbledore is Lord Potter’s magical guardian, he was able to save Dobby from certain death.”

Harry groaned at hearing this, but as he already knew that House-Elves survived on the magic of the wizarding family they served, he had often wondered how Dobby managed to survive all those years until he died by Bellatrix’s hand. So, accepting this, he looked at Dobby and asked, “What have you been doing this past year, Dobby?”

“Dobby has been working in the Hogwarts’ kitchen at Albus Dumbledore’s request,” Dobby responded, showing his new clothing, which still looked like a pillowcase to Harry, but it was bleach white with the Hogwarts crest labeled on the upper right side of it.

“Very well, Dobby. I want you to continue working in the kitchen until the end of the school term,” Harry told the elf. “After that, you will accompany me to Potter Manor where you will help me begin fixing the place up.”

“Yes, Lord Potter,” Dobby squealed again and bowed before disapperating away.

“Well, Harry,” Dumbledore smiled widely at that point. “I do hope that you enjoy the rest of your day today.”

Harry nodded and turned to exit the office, as he did, he said, “I should mention that you need to warn Alastor Moody about an upcoming attack at his home during the summer.”

“Thank you, Harry. I will warn him as soon as I can.”

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For the rest of the day, Harry had dealt with the repercussions of his lordships. First, after leaving Dumbledore's office, he went straight to McGonagall’s office, where his Head of House had Hermione hand over the time-turner, and asked both Hermione and Harry to not reveal that they’ve been travelling through time. Harry and Hermione understood this, and agreed not to reveal anything about time traveling to anyone.

After this was taken care of, McGonagall asked to speak with Harry privately. Hermione smiled and left, and after that, McGonagall told Harry that she knew what happened in the Hospital Wing late last night.

“Poppy loves to gossip to me at times,” McGonagall had said, smiling somewhat but kept a stern look. “However, I would ask you to be cautious from now on, as you could well have gotten Miss Granger pregnant, and I would have had to explain this to her parents.”

Harry promised that he would be more careful in the future, but before he left, McGonagall had asked something very strange.

“Before you leave, Mr. Potter, I would very much like to see this cock that Poppy kept telling about.”

Harry had almost fell onto his face as he heard McGonagall say that, and his dragon cock heard it too, as it began to throb inside of his pants. When he turned around to look at her, McGonagall had her wand in her hand and waved it over her chest. Harry almost gawked as he saw McGonagall vanish her own clothes and instead of Harry looking at a sixty-year-old nude woman, he was looking at a near thirty-year-old witch, with long brown hair, emerald-like eyes, a very slim figure, and nearly D size tits. McGonagall at that point smiled with the look of lust on her face and motioned Harry to move closer to her. Harry almost in a dazed motion had walked over to McGonagall as she had gotten down on her knees, and when Harry had reached her, she grabbed a hold of Harry’s pants and fiercely pulled them down without even bothering to unbutton them first. Harry’s twelve-inch dragon cock slapped her face and she gasped at the size and look of it.

“I thought Poppy was kidding about you having the dick of a dragon,” She had said as she grabbed Harry’s cock and began to stroke it slowly. “Don’t be surprised if Poppy calls you tomorrow just so she can fuck this monster.”

With that, she took a third of Harry’s red, scaly cock into her mouth and proceeded to give Harry one hell of a blowjob. Harry groaned and thrust his dick further into her mouth as she expertly sucked his cock with gusto. It didn’t take long for McGonagall to begin mastubating as she rubbed her pussy while taking most of Harry’s erection into her mouth. This drove Harry wild as he had a full head of McGonagall’s hair and was almost literally ramming his dick in and out of her throat with an animalistic desire. Before long, Harry’s cock had grown to fifteen inches and as McGonagall looked wide-eyed at this, he groaned and shot his entire load down her throat.

As Harry pulled out of McGonagall’s mouth, he noticed that she had wet the floor underneath her feet and she was breathing quite heavily. McGonagall sat down on the floor, glowing in her own sweat and said, “Well, I may have promised Poppy first dibs, but as soon as she’s done with you, I want you to find me immediately after and fuck me senseless.”

Harry left her office after that and headed for his next stop, which was the second-floor broom closet. When Harry had arrived, he heard the wallowing of Moaning Myrtle across the hall as he followed Dumbledore's instructions to reveal the abandoned classroom that his mother's body was being kept alive in. Once he had entered, he spent several hours standing over a clear glasslike coffin where Lily Potter was apparently sleeping. Harry silently sobbed for a while before promising that he would revive her and bring her back to the living.

The rest of Harry’s day was filled with preparations for the end-of-year finals, and being plagued with questions about his lordships. While nearly all of the Gryffindors thought this was actually cool, Ron, who had been released from the Hospital Wing during Harry's conversation with Dumbledore, had remained more silent than anyone saw from him. In fact, Ron had barely eaten anything during their lunch or dinner. However, during dinner, Draco Malfoy had got into Harry’s face, and he had Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson along with him.

“Bet you think you’re more special now, don’t you, Lord Potter,” Draco sneered to Harry, interrupting his dinner. Harry, at that point, rose from his seat and faced the blonde haired Slytherin boy. Draco smiled, and almost dared Harry to hit him, going so far as to shove him in front of everybody. “You think your so important now, more important than my father.”

“Your father, Draco, is worth less than nothing,” Harry replied, standing his ground in front of Draco and his entourage. “He’s a criminal, and not even a good one. You’ll find out the truth about your father this summer, and when you do, don’t try to blame me for it. Your father dug himself quite a mess, Draco, and your family is going to suffer because of it.”

After that, Harry took his seat back and resumed dinner, not bothering to pay attention to Draco any further. Draco deliberately tried to get Harry’s attention, wanting to know what he meant, but Snape came up behind Malfoy and told the four Slytherins to go back to their table and finish dinner. Snape said nothing else as he left the Great Hall, making sure that Draco and company went back to their table first.

After dinner, Harry went to check on Remus, and while the DADA teacher was very grateful for Harry revealing the truth and capturing Wormtail, Remus had a lot of questions regarding how this all happened. Harry did his best to answer what question he could as truthful as possible, without revealing he’s from the future. After easing Remus’ mind somewhat, Harry asked him if he was considering staying on as DADA teacher past this year.

“I wasn’t planning on it, Harry,” The rugged looking man answered. “I think if Sirius asks, I might accompany you and him for the summer. Knowing him, he will want to get out of England for awhile once he’s officially been declared a free man.”

“I think he will enjoy that, I know I will,” Harry had smiled. “What about after that?”

“I don’t know yet, Harry. Perhaps during the summer I can find a way to control the monster inside of me,” Remus smiled back. “If that happens, then I will consider returning. However, since the danger has finally passed and you are free to go where you want now, I think it’s best that I return this to you.”

Remus picked up a folded up piece of parchment and handed it to Harry. Harry accepted it, knowing that once again, he had access to the Marauder's Map. However, having it in his hand this time felt somewhat empty as he knew almost every inch of the school by heart. Still, Harry smiled and thanked Remus for returning this and wished him a good night.

Harry waited until everyone had went to bed, before grabbing his invisibility cloak and exited the Gryffindor common room. Keeping himself hidden underneath his cloak, Harry made his way out of Hogwarts and headed towards the Forbidden Forest. As he made his way to the entrance of the forest, he took off his cloak and he soon spotted several unknown females, all clad in silver tunics and white hooded cloaks. They were also armed with bows, each one with a artistic design along its wooden base, and had a bunch of arrows strap to each one of their backs. However, as Harry got closer, he saw that each one of them were smiling, as if they were waiting for this to come to pass.

“Welcome, Harry,” Artemis’ voice came from behind him. Harry spun around to see her smiling at him. She then motioned him to look behind her to see Remus in his werewolf form completely sleeping. She then continued saying, “He will remain asleep until the stroke of midnight. The challenge will be this: my hunters will place your werewolf somewhere deep within this forest and guard him from being found by the other creatures of the forest. Whereas you and I will hunt for him using whatever means at our disposal, and the first one of us reaches him will the contest. Know this, if neither of us reaches him by the time he wakes up, my hunters will kill him without hesitation,”

“What happens if one of us wins?” Harry had to ask her, not taking his eyes off of Remus.

“If I win, then I will kill your werewolf and you must bow to me,” Artemis said almost matter-of-factly. “If you win, then I will free your werewolf and I will submit to you. However, in the event that we both reach him at the same time, then we will fight one another until one of us submits.”

“Not to the death?” Harry turned and asked her.

“Of course not, what fun would that be? Besides, are you powerful enough to kill a god?” Artemis chuckled before turning to her hunters. “Hide him well.”

The hunters grabbed Remus and lifted him up, carrying him into the forest under the cover of darkness. Once they had disappeared into the dark forest, Artemis said, “I have ordered them not to give me any advantage in this. I will have no knowledge of where he is until either you or I find him. The challenge will begin once you see an arrow on fire being shot into the night sky.”

Harry nodded and mentally prepared himself for this task. Focusing on his many animal forms, Harry silently hoped that he had replenished all of his magic reserve so he could change forms in an instant if he had to. After mentally searching his magical core and seeing that he had plenty to do this task, he was greeted by an old, familiar voice.

“TELL ME, HARRY POTTER, WHY DO YOU PERSIST IN BATTLING THIS GODDESS?” Big Red had asked, and Harry was now more grateful that he could summon his sacred gear. However, Big Red continued, “YOU HAVE MY POWER. IF YOU WISH TO SAVE THIS WEREWOLF, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS KILL HER!”

‘We don’t need to do that, Big Red,’ Harry told the dragon inside of him. ‘We need her and her family on our side to discover why these daemons are coming through time.’

“THEN SO BE IT, DEFEAT THIS GODDESS AND CLAIM HER AS YOUR OWN!” Big Red said with a loud laugh. A moment after that, a flaming arrow was fired above the trees, signalling the beginning of the contest. Artemis bolted, her body glowing gold as she entered the forest with lightning speed. Harry took off in a parallel direction, changing instantly to his wolf form, with surprisingly no pain or strain on his magic.

Harry immediately caught a faint scent of Remus and followed it towards its location. However, Harry also smelled the aroma of Artemis and her hunters trying to disguise the scent of werewolf. This made things difficult, but Harry ran undaunted towards the scent as it got stronger and stronger. Unfortunately, the trees were thick and Harry had to backtrack several times as he was unfamiliar with this part of the forest. Almost an hour had passed by and Harry had come mysterious close to a nearby centaur village as Remus’ werewolf scent was clearly on the other side of the village. Cursing himself silently as he knew that if the centaurs saw a wolf sniffing around, they would have killed it for dinner. Harry quickly changed from his wolf form to a regal white-haired unicorn, hoping the scent from Remus would still be with him.

Galloping around the village, still being careful as to not to be seen, as the centaurs would definitely do something to distract Harry from his goal, Harry moved with expert speed to an unknown clearly where a sleeping Remus was being watched by several hunters. Harry was only about a hundred yards away as he picked up Artemis’ scent and Harry realized that she was quickly closing in as well. Harry didn’t hesitate as he changed back into his wolf form as it was clearly faster and more agile and raced to the clearing. Right as Harry entered, Artemis appeared on the other side and drew her bow directly at Remus’ chest.

Harry growled at that moment and lunged toward her, leaping on top of her and grabbing her golden bow with his teeth. Artemis fell to the ground and rolled to her side, pulling her bow away from Harry and swinging it right as Harry lunged toward her again. Nailing Harry across his furry chest, Artemis flung Harry into a tree, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Locking her eyes onto Harry’s wolf form, she paced around the clearing as Harry regained his footing and did the same. Each one measured the other as Artemis sheathed her bow and drew two short curved swords from behind her back and prepared herself for battle.

Harry stopped in his tracks, approaching this as logically as he could. Artemis clearly had speed on her side, and at the moment strength, so Harry’s wolf form was no longer an option. Harry knew that his best chance to defeat her at this point was to change back into his human form and summon his sacred gear. However, his timing needed to be perfect, as Artemis was not someone who planned to miss. Harry kneeled close to the ground, his four legs ready to leap into the air as soon as Artemis charged, and seeing Artemis smile at that moment, Harry knew this might be it.

Artemis jumped high into the air and dove straight towards Harry’s wolf form, her two blades pointing towards Harry’s back. At that moment, Harry smiled inside as once she dove straight for him, he jumped back and began to change back into his human form. Artemis saw this too late as her blades pierced the ground with her godly strength and before she had a chance to pull them out, she heard Harry’s and Big Red’s voice combined shouting “BALANCE BREAKER, ROYAL DRAGON!”

A red glow appeared in front of Artemis and nearly blinded her as she stepped back, leaving her swords planted in the ground. Retrieving her bow, she pulled an arrow from her batch and aimed it into the red glow. As the glow faded, a near ten-foot tall being clad in bright red dragon armor, with gold gems located on several key points on it, walked forward, and she knew that the person inside of it was Harry. Towering over Artemis and her hunters, Harry walked slowly forward as metallic wings sprouted from his back, with Artemis staring in shock at the fact that Harry could summon his armor fully. However, believing that these gold gems were weak spots, she fired an arrow directly at the left hand. However, the arrow snapped upon impact and before she could ready another arrow, Harry closed the distance between them and grabbed her golden bow from her hand as he grabbed her tiny body with his other hand. A growl emerged from Harry’s armor as he forced Artemis to look at his other hand, and with a little effort, he snapped Artemis’ golden bow with a loud crunching sound. Artemis looked wide-eyed at this, but struggled against Harry’s grip as she wasn't planning to accept defeat just yet.

“So, you think that you bested me,” Artemis said. “You haven't seen what I can do yet.”

With one swift motion, she broke free of Harry’s grip and as she landed on the ground, she began enlarging herself. Within moments, Artemis stood over 30 feet tall, and Harry could only be amazed at this, as she could literally squash both Harry and Remus like a bug if she wanted to. However, Artemis had let pride overcome her as she couldn't move around that much, nor could she see where Harry was at that moment. Fortunately for Harry, he was directly underneath Artemis’ crotch, and saw something that Harry thought a goddess wouldn’t wear, a pink thong. He heard Big Red chuckle at this as Harry couldn’t help but to be aroused by this. During this time, though, Harry had noticed that the golden glow that was usually around her body was no longer there. So, flapping his metal wings, he leaped into the air and flew toward his target; Artemis’ pink panties.

At that moment, Artemis had been cursing herself for her stupidity, only to feel her panties tear slightly. She moved her hand down to where her crotch was, and as she did, she felt Harry’s dragon armor flying underneath her crotch. Frowning, she decided to shrink back down and match Harry in size in speed. However, this was the opening Harry needed, for when she started to shrink down, Harry used that opportunity to get as much distance from her, and when she resumed her original size, Harry lunged straight for her and tackled her to the ground. Artemis groaned in pain as she hadn’t had her golden shield wasn’t up, and as she hit the ground, she felt Harry’s right metal claws tear through her leather armor. Artemis gasped as she saw her clothing ripped right down the middle, revealing her 32 C-cup tits and her toned figure. Harry magically removed his helmet and looked down at the goddess, and Artemis saw that in Harry’s eyes had pure animalistic lust inside of them.

“Do you yield?” Harry asked, his tongue wetting his lips while having the lower part of his armor open and having his dragon cock emerge from it. It laid on top of Artemis’ chest and she had to admit that she was impressed by it.

“You think that I’m going to give up just yet?” Artemis replied, struggling less than she did the first time. The reason for this was she was becoming aroused as no man had ever taken her down to the ground like Harry had done. However, she wasn’t about to admit it. “I am Artemis, goddess of the hunt and…”

Harry wasn’t interested in hearing Artemis say who she was, and locked his lips with hers to shut her up. This caused her to moan as she was shocked by this action, and felt Harry’s claws go right to her pink thong and with apparently one finger, tore them off with expert precision. Artemis groaned as she now felt the warm air hit her now bare pussy. When this was done, Harry broke his embrace and sat on top of Artemis’ chest, his twelve inch member now resting on top of her neck and face. Artemis lifted her head as was slightly afraid at the size of this cock, and when she saw the massive tip of it, Harry shoved his dick straight into her mouth. The hunters who were watching readied their bows as they had never seen their mistress being treated like this, but they themselves were getting aroused. Artemis was being forced to take several inches of Harry’s erection into her mouth, causing her to groan over and over. Harry moved one of his metal claws to her pussy and slid one of his metal fingers into her slit. Artemis was pleasantly surprised by Harry’s finger, and she began twirling her tongue around Harry’s cock, knowing that if she got him to cum, that would give her the opening she needed.

Harry began focusing on his thrusts, and as he did, his sacred gear retracted to his upper part of his arm. Harry now back into his teenage naked frame as his clothes had magically merged with his armor, grabbed Artemis’ brunette hair and pushed her head further down on his cock. Feeling her tongue along his shaft, Harry growled as he focused on fingering her pussy, using the metal claws of his gauntlet to moisten her cunt. The hunters at this point had lowered their bows and watched,with some of them panting and rubbing their legs together. Artemis began moaning as she felt her own orgasm starting to rise, but did her best to quell it as she wasn’t going to let this mortal satisfy her. However, Harry’s claw had the thickness of a thick penis and was sliding in and out of her pussy, causing her to wish to be fucked by the monster in her mouth.

Artemis stopped struggling at that point and allowed Harry to use her mouth and throat for his satisfaction. Her moaning began increasing as she started to thrust her crotch to match Harry’s finger inside her pussy. Her moaning was matching Harry’s thrusts as she was no longer holding her own orgasm back and was relishing being used by Harry. Within moments, Artemis screamed through Harry’s cock as she orgasmed over Harry’s finger and shook uncontrollably under his body. After her orgasm ebbed down, Harry was feeling his own orgasm rise as his dragon cock grew to fifteen inches and began to vibrate. Harry, under full control of his animalistic lust, shoved his entire length down the goddess’ throat and growled so loudly that the ground around them shook. After that, Artemis took load after load into her, her eyes wide at the fact that a mortal could cum like this, and how turned on she was at the fact. Her stomach began expanding to an unusual size and Harry’s dick was forced out of her mouth at that point. His cum began landing on her face and as he moved back, nailed her chest and breasts as well. As Harry stood up, the last of his sperm landed on her stomach as she turned her head and coughed up several amounts of it.

Her hunters began closing in around them, keeping in a circle as they moved in. Harry looked around at each of them and noticed that they were not aiming their weapons at Harry or Remus. At this moment, Artemis leaned up off the ground and breathlessly said, “I yield to you, Harry James Potter.”

Harry smiled as one of the hunters took off her hood and approached Harry with a sultry smile. She was a long blonde haired woman, and she grabbed Harry’s cock and said, “I am Zoe Nightshade, Master Potter. We now serve you.”

To prove her point, she dropped down to her knees and began licking the sides of Harry’s twelve-inch cock. The other hunters stripped off their armor and clothes and began to masturbate as Zoe began eagerly sucking Harry’s cock. Artemis, after regaining her composer, smiled and removed her tattered and torn garments and looked over at Remus for a moment. Artemis then waved her hand and in an instant, changed Remus back to his human form and returned him back to his room inside of Hogwarts. For what she wanted next did not need the werewolf waking up to witness.

“Well, Harry, are you going to stand there allowing my second to please you,” Artemis said as she got onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him. “Or are going to breed me, Lord of dragons.”
Harry smiled wider as Zoe moved away and Harry did exactly what Artemis asked, he mounted her and fucked her to oblivion. Once Artemis felt her pussy being penetrated, she moaned lustfully as Harry drilled his dragon cock past her virginity and fucked her senseless. Artemis began to feel more like a woman than a goddess at that point as Harry plunged inch after inch into her, and her sensitivity caused her to be rocked by two more orgasms, one closely followed by the other until Harry felt his own readiness and pulled out and orgasmed all over the goddess of the hunt. As she was being sprayed on by Harry’s orgasmic juices, she realised that she belonged to Harry now, and she loved it.

Throughout the night, Harry would take turns fucking Artemis and her hunters, who when they were not being fucked by Harry, had taken turns taking care of each other and Artemis, licking off the cum from their bodies after Harry came onto them. After several hours, Harry had finally collapsed after orgasming one last time over Artemis and Zoe, his breath ragged and now tired from this fuckfest. As he laid there, Artemis and Zoe crawled over and laid next to Harry, cuddling next to him and giving him a seductive kiss on his cheek. The rest of the hunters, the ones that could move, all circled around them and began to sleep, and as Harry closed his eyes, he had one final thought in his head, What a way to end the night.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter and hope to see you enjoy Corruption when I post it in a few weeks.
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