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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry brought the tray with his breakfast down to the kitchens. He wanted to use the opportunity to explore the manor. The house elves in the kitchen were shocked, to be kind, that their new Master had actually brought his own tray down and entered the kitchens. This was the Great Harry Potter that had freed one of their own from a cruel master and called one of them friend. Harry eventually had a very awkward moment when he had to pry a very enthusiastically excitable house elf off his leg. Hearing about the praise Dobby had bestowed upon him for his freedom, Harry thought to offer all his elves freedom, only to be met with stricken faces and watery beady eyes.

“The Great Master does not like any of us?” A small beady green eyed elf asked.

“Oh no, I just thought since everyone was so happy about Dobby being free you would want that too.”

“No, No, No!” the elves chanted together, and then Jiminy stepped forward with his chest proudly poked forward. “Master Potter we only mention Dobby’s freedom because it saved him from cruel masters, but we truly are honored to serve the heir of four and a truly good man.” All the elves nodded their heads in agreement with their head elf.

“Thank you for your confidence,” Harry didn’t know how to really answer that strong a sentiment to utter loyalty and trust in him. Hermione would flip if she knew he was keeping house elves in his service.

The thought of Hermione made him feel depressed. The last six years with his best friends had tied him irrevocably to them. He didn’t think about anything Hogwarts, Voldermort, or the future without thinking about Ron and Hermione being right beside him. He thought about letting them keep the money Dumbledore had paid them over the years, they didn’t deserve it, but if he took it back then his plan would backfire once school started again. He felt so Slytherin about his plan, but his Gryffindor bravery would always outshine his sly cunning. He just wished that Ron’s and Hermione’s loyalty was Gryffindor worthy. He felt shame for his golden tower to be saddled with these traitors, but he knew whatever information they had gotten over the years he would need it and any in the future to help keep tabs on Dumbledore.

He thought about the man and his damnably twinkling eyes and innocent grandfather act and a vision came unbidden of the man in his office gathering papers together and talking to himself. He listened carefully to the man’s low voice, but he heard it clearly.

“What should I do to keep him busy this year? The attempt on my life last year by the Malfoy brat should keep him grateful I’m still alive, plus it got me another Deatheater spy.” He walked towards Fawkes and rubbed the fire bird under the chin, but instead of a happy trill, it mournfully sung and Harry felt for how disappointed the bird was with Albus’ behavior. Wait, hold on a minute, Harry realized suddenly. How did he understand how Fawkes felt? Harry returned to his vision to notice he knew what the bird was thinking and Dumbledore too, whether he was speaking or not.

“Cool,” Harry said in awe. This would help keep tabs on the Headmaster a hell of a lot easier.

He listened back in on the man, “I’ll pick Harry up today and that fool goblin will tell Harry only what I said to, then I will take him back to my dear Vernon for conditioning, and then have him rescued the week before school starts by my loyal Weasleys- Harry snorted at the adjective loyal-to make him even more grateful for the small reprieve.”

Harry let the vision fade as he sunk into a chair in the kitchen and watched the house elves socialize and work. “Where’s the library?” He asked the room in general.

“The fifth floor, Master Harry.”

“Where on the fifth floor?”

“The library is the fifth floor, sir,” answered an elf he hadn’t met yet, “Tinny can she you.” She offered with a little smile.

“Lead the way.” Harry followed the little elf to the fifth floor, he only still had his breath because of the large amount of physical activity he participated in, but when he got his apparation license he would probably have to apparate any long distances in the manor.

Harry’s jaw dropped as Tinny pushed open a door and a library bigger than Hogwarts’ was revealed. The library was easily two stories and from the open view of the aisles of shelves the manor was bigger than he thought before. He needed to get a look from the outside. “Thank you Tinny. Can you have someone come and get me if I am not down at 11?”

“Yes, Master, Tinny will come at 11.”

Harry had approximately three hours to look through this library for books on the powers that he had inherited, but for the life of him he didn’t know where to even start. He noticed a wisp of runes hovering over the shelves and stared at it and smiled, the library came equipped with a locator charm. Harry closed his eyes and thought about all he had experienced in the last 24 hours and opened them again to find a table full of books, around 40 books, in front of him. This was so cool.

He lifted the first book and glanced wide eyed at the title ‘So you have Incubus blood’ and sat down quickly. He figured he should read this one first based on the fact he was using his other powers fine for right now. But uncontrollable desire should take precedence.

He flipped open the book and read through the table of contents, then through the 100 page preface, and then the 784 pages of chapters and closed the book. Then he looked up and cast a tempus, careful of how much power he used and realized he had just read through an 800+ page book in two minutes and could recall all he read. He picked up the next title ‘Higher mental acuity and rapid absorption’ then it clicked for Harry, not only did the charm gather the books he needed to understand his powers known and unknown, but ordered them as well for assimilation. Harry thought about the word assimilation and again frowned as Hermione popped into his head. Soon he would deal with the traitors, but he would just have to wait.

Harry noticed the next book on the stack ‘Various transportation methods and their drawbacks’ and picked it up. He quickly read the book but didn’t know which method he had inherited. He liked the sound of flicking and shadow walking they were complimentary methods if he had both he would be a huge advantage, even teleportation sounded better than the crushing, queasy feeling apparating left him with. Harry finished the rest of the books and looked to see what time it was, he still had another 45 minutes before he needed to leave. He decided he would see which transportation he had inherited.

Harry looked around for and shadowy spots, hoping that he got this gift. He spotted one in between a couple of tall shelves. He moved into the shadow with determination and felt the physical presence of the dark, foldable air and smiled. He folded it around him like the book explained and thought about where he wanted to go, but didn’t have a real direction so he just thought about a general place in the manor, then folded back the shadow and saw he was in a corner of a bedroom not his. He returned to the library, jumping a little as he looked around for a sufficient light source to try flicking.

He saw a high window on the second floor between the book shelves and beam of sunlight shining to the bottom floor. Flicking was almost the opposite of shadow walking; he needed to move through the light with his intent like swimming. He jumped into the beam and ended up in the entrance hall, “Bloody hell,” he said in awe. He decided to try to teleport, but wasn’t optimistic about this particular ability. There had only been one race of people who possessed this ability and they had died out hundreds of years ago, the Poetters. He concentrated on his destination, the library, and felt a whooshing breeze and he was standing in front of the table full of books again.

Harry sat down in shock. He had inherited all three abilities and a raging hard on from the rush. Harry thought about another wank session in the shower and felt a cool breeze as he found himself in his bathroom, naked. Striding into the shower stall he should still have 15 minutes until he needed to leave for number 4. He took a minute to check the whereabouts of Dumbledore and found him at the Burrow with the Weasley’s. Harry’s arousal was arrested at the vision of Dumbledore clustered in the Burrow kitchen with Molly, Arthur, and their brood.

“Harry will be here in three weeks, I don’t think I need to tell you how important it is to keep an eye on him now that he is of age. I kept him as ignorant as possible and distracted from his studies to keep him from straying.” Dumbledore looked around the table at everyone in the eye, but his eyes lost their trademark twinkle why Fred and George asked suddenly, “Why?” With a little outrage.

“I know this is the first time that we have included you both in our meeting, but seeing as you are now connected to Harry financially, your parents thought you could benefit like everyone else here at this table.”

The twins looked at their parents and asked, “What’s he talking about?”

Molly Weasley answered as if her identical sons were imbeciles, “How do you think we have afforded finishing your schooling. The Ministry doesn’t value your father’s department anymore, without the Potter funds we would have all starved to death. We won’t have to worry about money anymore once Ginny marries Harry, we’ll have full access to his funds.” Molly Weasley smiled delightedly at her only daughter.

Harry’s outrage was only outweighed by the twins as they stood and pointed accusing fingers at their parents and siblings. The twin sneers they threw at Dumbledore were better than Harry could dream of. They started to rant about how wrong everyone at the table were and threatened to tell Harry, but Dumbledore raised his wand quickly and obliviated them. The twins were escorted out of the room by their Father to shaking heads of pity at their misplaced loyalty to Potter. Harry couldn’t listen to anymore and came back to himself. He still had an erection, but instead of a leisurely one off, he angry jerked himself until he spurted and his magic crackling around him broke the full glass stall he stood in. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the machinations of these so called “light” people sunk deeper into his heart and back. If he had any hopes or sympathies for reconciling or changing his plan he was totally resolved now.

He repaired the shower stall and dressed in the shabby clothes. “Tinny,” he called, and the elf appeared, “I’m leaving now, I will be back late this evening. I’ll eat while I’m out.”

“Yes Master.” Tinny noticed the tear streaks and was highly concerned. All the elves had felt the outburst from their master, but did not know him well enough to offer any comfort, no matter how nice he was to them. Tinny popped out of the room and left Harry alone.

Harry sat on the bed with his shabby clothes and plain robe and pulled the curtains to block out the light, then wrapped himself in shadows and appeared in Dudley’s second bedroom at number 4 Privet Drive. Harry listened through the closed door for any signs of life and heard a faint sobbing. He pulled the door open and followed the sound to the master bedroom. He found his Aunt crumpled on the floor in a pool of blood. Her dress ripped and bloodied.

“What happened, Auntie?”

Petunia looked up stricken at her nephew, “Harry, you weren’t supposed to come back. You have to leave.” Petunia Dursley used what little strength she had to cling to her only sister’s child. “Harry you have to get somewhere safe.”

“Who did this to you? Is Uncle Vernon out of the hospital already?”

“No, it was…it was Duddy.” Petunia broke down crying in Harry’s arms. “He’s his father. Oh, Harry what will I do?” She clutched at him.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Thank you love.” She looked up at him, “Harry, where are your glasses? You can’t see without them.” And Harry noticed for the first time today that he had failed to replace his glasses when he awoke this morning. He had seen perfectly all day.

“Nevermind that,” he wrapped his Aunt in his arms and Petunia sighed at the slight breeze that blew passed her face. She looked around and saw they were no longer in her bedroom.

“Where are-,” Harry cut her off.

“Not now, I have to get back. Tinny,” he yelled, and the elf popped into the room. “Auntie, this is Tinny. She will help you. Don’t be scared.” He hugged his Aunt and was gone in the next second.

Harry ran down the stairs to be confronted with a young whale seated in front of the television stuffing its face. Harry’s blood ran cold.

“What did you do to my Aunt, your Mother?” He yelled at the now glaring teenager.

“I gave her what she deserved for letting you get away.” Dudley advanced on Harry, but the wizard raised a hand and the muggle stopped in his tracks. Harry only had a few minutes to deal with this situation before the old goat would be knocking. Harry smiled as an idea popped in his head. With a snap of his fingers Dudley suddenly lost at the pent rage in his face and body and wore a dumb, confused look, like he had forgot where he was. A small amount of drool seeped out of the corner of his open mouth.

“Go sit and watch tv.” Harry commanded, and porcine boy followed obediently and plopped down on the couch and stared at the screen. Harry turned as a knock sounded on the door. Harry slowly breathed to calm himself down and replace his anger with a mask of humility and brokenness. He wound up the excess magic surrounding him and pulled it in his core and wrapped a dampening ward around himself to hide his new power. He strode to the door and opened it slowly to the taller, manipulating wizard and smiled as big as he could in gratitude that his savior was there.

“Good afternoon, Harry. Where are your Uncle and Aunt?”

“My uncle is running errands and Aunt Petunia is asleep.”

Dumbledore looked over Harry with an appraising eye and seemed satisfied with what he saw or sensed. He looked up past Harry’s shoulder into the living room at his laughing cousin. “Are you feeling any different today?” the headmaster asked.

“No, I feel a little more energetic, but pretty much the same. Oh, I can see without my glasses.” Harry smiled happily at the man.

“That’s wonderful my boy. Shall we go?”

Dumbledore turned to lead Harry down the walk to the street. Harry noticed a red and white cage of runes surrounding the house and an archway like a hole or door ahead of them. He could see that it was two wards stacked on each other. The one keeping him in was white, while the red was a blood ward, but not his mother’s, this one stank of Dumbledore own rancid life force. He followed the man through the hole and watched it close back as they reached the sidewalk.

Then Harry tensed as the blood started to flow to his groin again. Dumbledore turned towards Harry suddenly and smiled or leered, based on the predatory look in the Headmaster’s eyes. Harry gulped, what a time for the heat to hit now.

“Harry, my boy, wrap your arms around my waist and hold tight.”

“Sir, I usually just hold your arm?” Dumbledore looked slightly annoyed for a moment dimming that fucking twinkle.

“I’ve been traveling all day and am not quite sure I have the energy to transport us both so far apart.” He leered again and Harry acquiesced and put his arms around the old man. Dumbledore reached around him and pulled him securely into his body and Harry jumped as he felt the old man’s arousal poke him right above his own uncontrollable erection. Harry looked up into Dumbledore’s eyes and caught a long line of images from the man. He felt like he would vomit as the man smiled down at him, teeth bared. Then, he felt that damn compression like he was being forced through a straw and he was throwing up, all over the deep blue robes of his Headmaster. It made him smile a little at the look of shock.
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