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Chapter 32 � Horcruxes

Dumbledore�s portkey returned
Harry and his Witches to the Headmaster�s office.� Where they peeled out of
their parkas, but kept the basilisk-hide armor.

�Harry,� Daphne suggested, �while
we�re here, perhaps we can find Rowena�s Diadem?�

�Sounds like a good idea, lets go
see Helena � she may be the last person to have seen it.�

The group entered the hospital
wing, where Poppy insisted they remove their weapons and armor.

�Any excuse to get me undressed,
eh Poppy?�

But the nurse was well prepared
for Harry�s teasing today, �Yes, yes, sparks fly and I swoon at the thought of
your god-like form.� Now, lose the sword and armor, dear.�

�Well damn, I guess the honeymoon�s
over.� Is that your idea of foreplay now?�

Poppy smiled and shrugged, �Whatever
works.�

It took a few minutes to remove
the reptilian scabbard, cuirass and greaves.� The gauntlets and boots, once
unbuckled, simply slipped off.� This left Harry and the witches in their close
fitting, black vests and trousers.

�Alright then, Poppy milove?�
Harry asked.

�Once you�ve all washed your
hands, yes.�

The group crowded around the
infirmary sink, laughing and splashing like children until everyone was clean
and, with the help of a few air-blowing charms, dry � well, drier.

Harry took little Lily from Helena as he sat on the side of the bed.

�She�s soooooo beautiful.� Takes
after her mum, thank Goddess.�

�Yeah, but she has your eyes, Daddy.�

�Daddy.� I think I like the sound
of that.�

Little Jimmy was being handed
from Witch to Witch, and thoroughly enjoyed the attention.

Helena, like most mothers-to-be, had been a little
concerned that Harry wouldn�t take to fatherhood, after all, her father had
barely given her the time of day as she was growing up, but that was then and
this was now and her husband would definitely be a �hands on� dad.� She
practically glowed seeing how much he loved their little Lil.

Harry, for his part, was having
so much fun with his daughter he�d almost forgotten the other reason for his
visit, �Do you remember anything about your mum�s diadem?�

If there could have been a sound associated
with the abrupt change of Helena�s expression it would have been one of shattering
glass.

�Helena, milady, did I say
something wrong?�

�No!� She looked up at Harry and
smiled weakly, �No, nothing wrong, just unexpected.� Why do you need the
Ravenclaw Diadem?�

�Apparently, Riddle got hold of
it sometime in the past forty years or so and made it into a Horcrux.�

�That�s oddly appropriate, here,
let me take Lily.�

Harry gave up his daughter to his
wife and prompted her, �There�s a story here, isn�t there?�

�Oh yes.� You see, milord
husband, you�ve gone and married a thief.� No, don�t look that way, it�s true.�
I was so jealous of my mother that, on the night I eloped with Lord Grey, I
took my mother�s diadem � it was said to impart wisdom, I supposed it was why
my mum was so scary smart.� Turns out it was just a circlet, like any other �
but its theft gave the Bloody Baron an excuse to pursue me. Of course, he had ulterior
plans for me.� When I refused his advances, well, he brought me back to
Hogwarts and the rest, as they say, is history.�

�That was when he murdered you.�

Helena nodded and smiled wistfully, �I got better.�

�Any idea where the �come and go�
room might be?�

Rocking little Lily she cooed,
�Third floor, near that dreadful tapestry of the trolls in tutus.�

�I don�t remember a room there.�

�That�s because it comes and
goes, hence the name.�

�How do I get it to come?�

Helena smiled and looked Harry in the eye, �I could
say something truly vulgar right about now.�

Harry groaned, �You�ve been
hanging around Myrtle too much!�

She laughed, her earlier sadness
forgotten, �Just pace, back and forth, in front of the tapestry and say, �I
need to find that diadem, I need to find that diadem, three times should do it,
and a door will appear.�

Harry kissed both new mums then
retrieved Fang from his neatly stacked armor, placing the long scabbard
across his back and fastening the buckle on his chest.

He headed to the third floor
corridor, flanked by Daphne and Tracey, who were belting their basilisk fang
daggers around their hips as they walked.

�I�m not allowed to go anywhere
alone, am I?�

�Nope, you�ll always have at
least two of us with you.�

�Even in the loo?�

�Up to the door, but if you have
any difficulties in there we�ll be right in.�

�No thanks, I can manage.�

They found the tapestry, Helena was right, who would weave such a monstrosity? �Harry thought.

�I need to find Rowena
Ravenclaw�s diadem, I need to find that diadem, I need to find that diadem.�

And the door was there, like it
had always been there, but they had been too preoccupied or too thick to see
it.

Entering the room they were
amazed at the size of it, and at the nature of the things within.� Every sort
of contraband imaginable, broken or otherwise vandalized furniture, empty booze
bottles; feebly fluttering, Fanged Frisbees; cauldrons melted or tainted with the
remnants of potions projects gone awry, shelves and shelves of banned books,
Playwizards dating back fifty years.� And, on one battered shelf, the bust of a
wigged man wearing a thin gold circlet, the diadem.�

Harry knew better than to try to
touch the cursed object so he drew Fang from his over the shoulder scabbard and
allowed a single drop of basilisk venom to drip to the end.

�All too easy.� He mused,
bringing the point of his sword to the golden circlet.

�Harry, look out!� Daphne
screamed.

He threw himself to the left just
as a gigantic fist made up of a conglomeration of contraband items smashed into
the floor where he�d been standing a second before.

He looked up and saw a golem,
twice as tall as a troll, made of broken furniture, coils of wire, bookshelves
and empty bottles.

�Get to the door!�

�We�re not leaving you, Harry!�

�I�m not asking you to, just get
to the door and hold it open, I�ll be right there, now go!�

Harry summoned a tall pile of
what looked like scrap metal in such a way that it teetered and fell, knocking
over and trapping the golem.� He grabbed the bust of the wigged wizard and
placed it on the floor in front of him.�

Harry had only played snooker
once in his life, when it was obvious he was naturally better at it than Dudley the Dursleys had made sure never to take him near a felt covered table again.� But
Harry still remembered, hit the ball in precisely the right place with just
the right amount of force and it would go where you wanted it to.

�Come on, Harry!�

He lay on his belly on the floor
and lined up his wand, like the stick he�d used to propel the balls and judged
the proper spot, then sent a silent banisher that shot the bust, with diadem,
through the door and into the hallway.

Harry scrambled to his feet and
was amazed to find himself flying toward the door.

But he hadn�t banished himself,
had he?

That�s when the first pain hit.�
The second pain was brief, caused when he ran into the tapestry of the
ballet-dancing trolls, and the stone wall just beyond.

Then everything went painfully
black.

)O(

He woke up face down in a
familiar looking bed.

The infirmary.

Poppy was doing interesting
things to his back.

Snap!

Harry hissed in pain.

�Oh, good, you�re awake.�

Snap!

�What in the he . . . �

Snap!

�. . . arrgh!� Are you done?�

�Almost.� Poppy said, the smile
evident in her voice.

Snap!

�Jeayzussss Christ, that hurts!�

�Alright Ladies, it�s your turn.�

The snapping, popping pains in
his back were replaced by the soothing application of a wonderful salve that
warmed and relieved and, whoa!

�Not there, Luna!� Tricia
admonished.

�But I read somewhere that some
men like having their sphincters lubricated.�

Pansy guffawed, �I like the sound
of that, here, let me try.�

Harry tried to move but found he
could not.

�No, Harry dear,� Poppy said her
voice soft and comforting, �you�ve had six discs in your spinal column
dislocated, no damage to the spine, thankfully, but you need to be still for
the next thirty hours or so.� In addition to that, three of your ribs were
broken; I was able to set those while you, ah, slept.�

Minerva stroked his hair, �I�ve
transfigured the bed so that you can rest comfortably.�

Indeed, the bed was comfortable
in the face down position because it conformed to his body and face with an
oval hole for his face and another for his �block and tackle.�

�Don�t be embarrassed if you have
to eliminate waste, the floor is charmed to absorb any urine and we already
gave you a charmed enema, while you were unconscious so you don�t have to worry
about that.�

�We, who�s we?�

�All of us!�

Harry groaned, �I�m not going to
ever live this down, am I?�

�Let�s just say if you ever plan
to embarrass Lily with naked baby pictures we have something to give her to
retaliate.� Helena said, laughing.

�I�m starkers, aren�t I?�

Someone gave him a friendly slap
on the bum and said, �Yup!�

�So, what happened?�

Tracey explained, �We were
holding the door open, just as you asked, then you banished the bust through
it, nice shot by the way.�

�Thanks.� And the Horcrux?�

�Tracey and I envenomed our
daggers and let the basilisks poison kill the soul fragment as soon as it was
out the door.�

Daphne looked worried, �You said
that had to be done before anything else, did we get it wrong?�

�No, killing the soul fragment
disenchanted the golem, but not before it got in one good whack.�

Tracey continued, �There was a
wisp of black smoke and a sound like a faraway scream and that was it.� Kind of
anticlimactic, actually.�

�How did I get out of the room?�

�Well, just as we stabbed the
diadem, that golem freed up an arm or leg or something and hit you from
behind.� It was awful!�

Daphne concluded, �You came
flying through the door at about head level, I tried to cushion the wall but
you were flying so fast.�

Poppy interrupted, �That
cushioning charm saved our Harry�s life, Daphne, the only injuries I�ve had to
treat are on his back, his other side is fine.�

�Flatterer!� Harry quipped.

�Now I know he�s feeling better.�

Pansy seemed to have an idea,
�Poppy, would you like to see the nursery?� Winky�s done a wonderful job.� I�ll
stay here and watch over Harry.�

Poppy smiled, knowing Pansy was
up to something.

�I�d like that, Pansy; we�ll
leave Harry in your capable hands.�

When Poppy and the other Coven
Witches had left pansy busied herself in the cabinets.

�Ah, here it is.�

She brought a mirror on a
pedestal and placed it on the floor in front of Harry, then angled the mirror
so that he could see his own dangling �equipment.�

�Pansy, sweetheart, what are you
doing?�

�Well, I had to spend three weeks
without any quality �Harry time� when I got hurt by the troll, and I thought I
could have you all to myself tonight.�

�But, sweetheart, I can�t move.�

�That�s alright, I�ll move for
both of us.�

)O(

Harry was up and about two days
later, everything back in place.� Poppy prescribed a nice long warm soak before
bed and when Harry teased, �Will you scrub my back for me?�

She replied, �Just tell me when.�

Which is how it was that Harry
found himself leaning against the side of his massive wooden hot tub while
Poppy, dressed in a conservative one-piece swimmer, kneaded his back muscles
and inspected his spine for any damage she may have missed.� Even in the
magical world, back injuries are the most difficult to treat.

�That�s enough soaking for now
dear, dry yourself and hop up on the table.�

Harry stepped out of the tub, and
dried himself while Poppy was setting up the massage table.� Millicent and
Hermione stood by, eager for their first lesson in magical therapeutic massage.

As Harry lay face down on the
table Poppy explained.

�First you must create an
atmosphere of relaxation.� She lowered the light in bathroom.

�Soft, indirect lighting,
fragrant candles.� As she said the words tall white candles lit all around
them.

�Soothing sounds.� There came a
distant crying of gulls and the sound of waves on a sandy seashore.

�The single most important thing
to remember in massage is that you must maintain touch, that is, always keep
your hand or forearm or fingers on his skin.�

�The other thing to remember is
that the human body is symmetrical, that is to say the right side is a mirror
image of the left, usually.� So what ever you do to one side you must also do
to the other.�

The nurse moved to the head of
the table and positioned Harry�s head in the �doughnut hole.�

�The muscles that hold the head
and neck are the ones most likely to suffer from stress, and therefore are a
good place to start and finish.�

Harry groaned under Poppy�s
strong fingers as she charmed the kinks out of his neck and shoulder muscles.

�Magic hands.� He murmured
appreciatively.

The lecture and demonstration
went on to describe kneading techniques for the arms, hands and fingers, legs
feet and toes.

Harry was reduced to a mass of
contented goo.

�Poppy,� Hermione asked, �how is
therapeutic massage different from sensual massage?�

�Good question.� Like magic,
massage is intent based.� In other words, it is what you intend to do
for your recipient that is most important.� If you wish to arouse, then find
his erogenous regions and rather than sooth, you will excite him.�

Millie smirked, �Could you
demonstrate?�

�I�m not sure that would be
appropriate.�

�Maybe not,� Hermione smiled,
�but it would be very, instructional.�

�Just show us as much as you�re
comfortable with, Poppy.� Millie suggested.

The nurse looked at Harry�s toned
body and sighed.

�Perhaps, just this once.�

On the top shelf of the bathroom
Astarte was doing her �happy dance,� it was working!

Poppy expanded the massage table
to accommodate two people and got up to straddle Harry�s bare buttocks.� The
music changed to smooth jazz, sultry saxophones with pulsing counter rhythm
base and percussion.� The room darkened a little as the nurse literally let her
hair down.

She gyrated her hips, riding
Harry�s firm arse and whipped her hair across his shoulders and back, as if
painting him with a large brush.

Poppy lay forward on Harry�s bare
back and whispered in his ear, �Just relax dear, and imagine that one of your
beautiful Witches is doing this for you.�

Harry turned his head to the side
and said, �A beautiful witch is doing this for me.�

He kissed her bare shoulder, the
only part of her he could reach at the time.

Poppy felt her sex gush as she
felt Harry�s love wash over her.

She sat up and couldn�t resist
grinding her pudendum against his muscular butt, separated only by the gusseted
panel of her bathing suit.

Timidly she pulled down the top
of her swimming costume, revealing pale but full breasts, then summoned a tube
of fragrant oil which she first applied to her own torso before rubbing it onto
Harry�s back.

Then she lay forward again, skin
to skin this time, her bare breasts against his back and began to slide back
and forth, up and down, covering his body with her own, kissing his neck and
the shell of one ear, then the other as her full body rub became an exercise in
dry-humping.

A little dazed, she levered
herself up by straightening her arms and whispered, �Turn over, Dear.�

Harry did, and captured Poppy�s
lips in a tender, loving kiss.� She sat up again and groaned as she realized
she was sitting on his throbbing cock.

Millie and Hermione applied more
of the fragrant oil to Harry�s chest and Poppy�s breasts then stepped back as
she leaned forward again, completely lost in the moment.� She didn�t notice, or
care, when somebody vanished her swimmers altogether, leaving her in the, well,
altogether.

Poppy�s movements became sheer
animal lust, and when Harry bulbous head finally lined up with her dripping-wet
entrance she howled in triumph and slid back and down, capturing his entire
length in one smooth motion.

�Finally,� Millicent murmured to
Hermione, who nodded in agreement.

�Truly, they�ve been dancing
around each other for months, maybe years.�

�Do you think she�s on the
potion?�

�Maybe, I don�t think she really
cares at this point.�

Their whispered conversation was
interrupted by the slap, slap, slapping of the lovers on the massage table.

Harry groaned and Poppy bellowed
as he emptied himself in her.

She froze for a long moment and
then seemed to swoon, gently falling on his chest.

�That was . . .� Millie started.

�. . . beautiful.� Hermione
finished.

�You don�t think they�ll be all,
y�know, weird about this, do you?� Millie asked, concerned.

Astarte lighted on the big girl�s
shoulder and, with a smug smile, said, �Never happen.�

Hermione grinned, �I thought you
might have had something to do with this.�

�Very little, actually.� These
are two beautiful souls who have been attracted to each other for a long time,
almost as long as Harry and you have been drawn to each other.� So what if
she�s forty?� Witches live to be two-hundred years old; she�ll be of child
bearing age for another sixty years at least.�

Millicent grinned, �Do you think
she�s . . ?�

Astarte shrugged, �That�ll be up
to her, she has morning-after potions if she wants to use them.�

What Astarte didn�t tell the
Witches was that Poppy kept a calendar in her office, with five days marked with
red Os, for �Ovulating.�

Further, the diminutive goddess
knew that this was a red-letter day.

Hermione pulled a blanket from
the linen cupboard and threw it over the now-sleeping lovers.

�Let�s give them a couple of
hours, then we need to go to Gringotts.�

)O(

Harry entered the main lobby of
Gringotts, Diagon Alley branch, with Bella on his arm.� They were followed by
Su and Helena.

Harry moved to the back of the
shortest line, content to wait in queue with all the other patrons.

�No, Harry, we don�t wait in
line, we are major account holders here.�

Lady Helena led the group to the
largest, most ornate door leading away from the lobby.� Knocked twice, then
entered.

The well-dressed goblin sitting
behind the gilded desk recovered from his shock quickly and growled, �Get out
of my office!�

Helena turned to leave and said, �Very well, the
Ancient and Noble House of Potter will be better served by the Gnomes of
Switzerland I dare say.� You need never see us or our gold or properties
again.�

�Wait, Lady Potter, Lord Potter,
I had no idea.� I-I ap-ap-aPOLogize for my rudeness, I spoke in haste.�

It was obvious that being made to
apologize to human wand-wavers was the hardest thing the goblin had ever had to
do.

�Very well, toad.� If
you�re sincere, the house of Potter will accept a refund of half the proceeds
Gringotts has earned from investing Potter resources for the past year.�

The goblin looked ready to object
until Helena added, �Or we will close our accounts today.�

The goblin bowed low, �How may
Gringotts serve you today?�

Bella handed the goblin a key, �I
need the cup of Helga Hufflepuff from this vault.� Beware Master Goblin, it
carries a terrible curse.�

�Very well.�

Five minutes later the Coven
group, two goblins and one curse breaker stared at the golden goblet resting in
its silk lined box.

�What is the nature of the
curse?� the curse breaker asked.

�We have no idea,� Harry
answered, �we�ve had to deal with three similar objects and they�ve each been
protected by a different curse.�

The curse breaker used four
different diagnostic crystals in addition to his wand and stepped back, shaking
his head.

�There�s a powerful confundus
charm on this object, it�s most likely cursed, but none of my tools can tell
what the nature of the curse is.�

�Surrogate?� the goblin in charge
suggested.

The curse breaker sighed and
nodded.� Then turned to the clients in the room, �Lord Potter, Ladies Potter,
what is about to happen may not be pleasant to look upon, if you would care to
wait in the ante-room?�

Lady Helena answered, �Goblin
ways are not our ways, but we will respect their laws while in their domains.�

She turned to Harry and
explained, �Milord, a �surrogate� is a condemned goblin, one who had committed
a capital crime.� If the surrogate agrees to test the curse, and lives, then he
or she may return to the lowest levels of goblin society.�

Harry nodded, �We�ll stay.�

A back door that had not been
obvious opened and two guard trolls dragged a ragged-looking goblin who
shuffled as quickly as possible in hobbling chains.

The lead goblin snarled, �Wench
Scrunchcatch, you stand convicted and condemned.� Choose now the manner of your
payment, blood or sacrifice?�

Without raising his head the
goblin muttered, �Sacrifice.�

�So be it.�

With a gesture, the condemned was
directed to the cup.� She reached out, tentatively, to touch the crest on the Helga�s
Goblet.� When nothing happened she smiled an unpleasant, gap-toothed smile.

�Pick it up.�

Scrunchcatch lifted the goblet
and held it to her heart, smiling broadly now.

�Put it back.�

Triumphant, the reprieved goblin
placed the cup, with great care in the box.

�You can let go of the goblet
now.�

The look of triumph faded.

She couldn�t release the cup.

Stretch and splay her fingers
wide as she may, the cup remained fixed to the palms of her hands.

In desperation she tried to tear
the skin off her hands but couldn�t.

Harry pulled the basilisk-tooth
dagger from his belt and envenomed the tip.

�This will release the soul fragment;
it may also release the curse.� May I?�

�Do what you will, Lord Potter, she
is of no consequence either way.�

Scrunchgrasp lifted the cup
toward Harry�s dagger.

The point of the dagger easily
pieced the soft gold and a golden mist spread out, turning everything it
touched into gold, first the dagger, which Harry dropped, then the goblin
holding the goblet.

�Step back.� Harry warned as the
golden curse completely covered the unfortunate goblin wench.

The now-familiar scream of a
dissipating soul fragment echoed briefly, then all was still.

�What was her crime?� Harry
asked.

�Patricide and fratricide, she killed
all the male members of her house, of every generation, so that she alone could
inherit.�

�Well, she wanted gold.� She�s
got it.�

)O(

Harry and Glynda stepped into the
warm, humid air of the London Zoo�s Reptile House.� It was a welcome relief
from the old city�s December chill.� Millicent had entered before them and
Pansy brought up the rear.

As Pansy closed the door she cast
a compulsion charm on the only public entryway so that anyone nearing the door
would suddenly remember something else, more interesting, or more important
than going into the reptile house.� The few zoo visitors who were already there
suddenly lost interest in all things cold blooded and wanted to see the tigers,
again.

Harry followed his curse-scar
connection to Riddle and the one remaining Horcrux � other than himself - down
the corridor, then to the right.� And stopped.

�Oh this is too rich.�

�What, Harry?� Millicent asked.

They stood before a large glassed
enclosure labeled, Burmese Python.

This is the same glass I vanished
when I was ten years old.� My cousin Dudley fell in and pissed himself when the
glass reappeared.�

The python in the case was
Nagini, under a glamour.

�Nagini isn�t a python, she�s an
adder, mutated by the same soul magic that�s made Riddle into the snake-faced
bastard he is now.� I�m going to vanish the glass, cutting curses on three . .
. one,� he cancelled the glamour so that the snake no longer looked like a
python, �two,� Harry vanished the glass, wandlessly, �and . . .�

Nagini raised her head, which was
much too expressive to be reptilian.� If anything she looked more human than
reptile.� Large, brown, human eyes, brimming with tears looked sadly at the
assembled mages.

They stopped.� The mutated snake
seemed to radiate misery.

�Nagini?� Harry hissed in
parseltongue.

The serpent nodded, �You are a
ssspeaker.�

�Yesss.�

The serpent slithered toward the
group but Harry could sense no danger, no malice in her as she said, �You are
like my massster, but not like him.�

�What do you mean?�

She coiled loosely around his
feet, �He isss cold, you are warm.� He wasss warm, once.� He promisssed me food
and warmth but in his ssservice I have only known cold and hunger and hatred and
pain.�

Harry leaned down to place a warm
hand on Nagini�s head.� The great snake nuzzled his palm the way a cat would.

�Warm Ssspeaker, pleassse.� Releassse
me from thisss pain.�

Harry nodded, feeling empathy and
compassion for the reptile who, through no fault of her own, had become an
instrument of evil.

He turned tortured eyes to his Vipera
and said, in English, �No cutting curses.� I�ll do this myself.�

The Witches seemed to understand
how hard this was going to be for him and backed away a few paces to give the
parsel-speakers a little space.

Harry knelt, letting Nagini
slither up to and around his arm.� The heartrending eyes looked up at Harry and
asked, �Will it hurt?�

�No little one, not at all.�
You�ll just go to sssleep and dream of warm meadowsss full of mice.�

�Oh that sssoundsss nice.�

�Now close your eyes, little
one.�

Harry caressed the serpent�s chin
as her tongue flicked out over his wrist.� He touched the tip of the Elder Wand
to the top of her contented head and whispered, �Avada Kedavra.�

Both serpent and wizard fell,
unmoving, to the ground.
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