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Harry's the Master	By : Mischief_Manager Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 39935 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe, even though wish i could live in it. All familliar characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am making no profit from this work.

Chapter List
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I’d like to take the time to thank everyone for reading, and for your patience. I know it’s been a while since I updated this story. Between trying to decide where to take the story and being involved in a motorcycle accident; it’s been a tough few months.

Also, I’d like to extend a special thanks to Kayden, for your constructive criticism. I had no idea I was making it difficult to follow along and will try to rectify.
If anyone is interested, I’m looking for someone that can proofread before I post.

As always, I DO NOT OWN NOR MAKE ANY PROFIT FROM HARRY POTTER OR IT’S CHARACTERS.

Well, without further ado, here is the fourth instalment of Harry’s the Master. I hope you are enjoying the story thus far.

Recap:
Dear Lord Potter,
            First, let me extend my sincerest apologies for our son Ronald’s behavior, when we
received your owl, we were most disgusted with his antics, and we have agreed that he should be punished, but we would like your input on the matter. You are very much welcome to come to the Burrow, as you will always be.
Sincerely,
            -Arthur Weasley,
Patriarch of Clan Weasley

All right, said Harry. How long until you girls can be ready to go to the Burrow? The girls all looked at one another, and Ginny said, you mean after we finish what we started?
Harry chuckled, mostly to himself at his insatiable girls. What have I gotten myself into this time, he thought. Before he could ponder on the matter for long, the girls were already ridding themselves of theirs and his clothing.
Before Harry could object, not that he really wanted to, Luna had pounced on him. They both toppled onto the bed, and Luna started showering him with kisses all over his body.
After some time, Luna had turned around and changed her attention to Harry’s throbbing cock. Harry groaned as he felt Luna’s hot mouth engulf his member and started into a steady rhythm of bobbing her head up and down.
Luna lowered her ass, until her pussy was almost touching Harry’s face, and started wiggling it in front of his face.
Harry, noticing Luna’s not so subtle cues buried his face between her cheeks, showing no reservations as Luna moaned loudly around his cock and started bucking on top of him, almost grinding her pussy across Harry’s mouth.
Meanwhile, Ginny and Hermione had found their way to a nearby chair to play with each other. Hermione sitting in the chair, while Ginny was upside down, her thighs over Hermione’s shoulders; both of them eating each other out, in some sort of modified sixty-nine position.
Both girls seemed to be really enjoying themselves, as they licked each other to multiple orgasms, throwing their heads back and squealing every time they were pushed over the edge.
After about twenty minutes, and Luna’s fourth orgasm from Harry’s ministrations, Harry announced he was getting close. Luna got off Harry and kneeled on the floor along with the other two girls. The three of them sat there with their mouth open.
Harry stood up in front of them unsure of what he was supposed to do, until Ginny reached out and grabbed his hand, and put it on his manhood. We were hoping you could finish and coat us in your cum, Hermione said, blushing a bright crimson.
Harry stroked his cock, the girls all eagerly awaiting their prize. After a couple of minutes, Harry let out a grunt, as he covered their faces. The first stream of cum went straight across Ginny’s breasts, and down her stomach. The next was aimed at Hermione, covering her entire face. The third one went directly into Luna’s mouth, spilling out down her breasts.
To their surprise, Harry wasn’t finished cumming. Rope after rope of hot sticky jizz came out of Harry’s cock, until each of the girls were thoroughly coated. Wow Harry, there’s so much cum everywhere, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste, Ginny said, with a sultry grin on her face, Ginny pounced on the other two girls, the sight almost making Harry instantly hard again.
Ok, ok girls, Harry said after a while of enjoying the show of the three girls literally wrestling in his essence. It’s time to get cleaned up and ready, so we can get to the burrow. The girls all looked disappointed but complied.
Tilly, Harry called out. In an instant the little creature “popped” into the room. Yes, Master Harry Potter Sir, Tilly asked. What’s cans Tilly be doings for Master? Tilly, Harry said. We are going to leave for a little while, would it be asking too much to have some dinner ready for us when we get home? Oh no Master Harry Po…. Tilly was silenced when Harry held his hand up.
Tilly, I appreciate you calling me that, Harry said, but just call me Harry, especially when we’re at home. Yes, sirs Master Harry sir, Tilly said. We’s be having a feast tonight. Harry thinking this was at least progress, let it go again, for now. Tilly, he said, I think that’s a brilliant idea; let’s all have a feast. I would like to have all the house elves at dinner, so we can eat and talk some things over.
Tilly’s eyes got really big, and she started bouncing up and down, clapping her hands. Oh yes Master Harry sir, it’s is going to be amazings. Harry smiled at the excited little creature in front of him. Tilly, if it’s not too much of a bother, do you know a quick way to clean this mess up, Harry said, gesturing to the still completely cum covered girls that had almost instantly gone back to wrestling around, as soon as Harry turned away from them.
Tilly merely snapped her fingers twice in quick succession, clearing away the mess, and completely clothing the three girls, as well as Harry. Realizing none of them had even noticed (because they had started wrestling again) that Tilly was in the room until now, made them all blush deeply.
Master Harry sir? Tilly asked. Yes Tilly, Harry said, what is it? Does Master Harry sir wants his good robes fors to go out in? Tilly asked. No, I don’t think that will be necessary, Harry said. Ahem, um Harry, Ginny said, you may want to consider wearing them. Why would I do that, asked Harry. Were only going to the Burrow.
Yes Harry, but this isn’t going to be a normal visit. This will essentially be a sentencing for Ron. Ugh, Harry exclaimed; it’s not that big of a deal, I mean yeah, Ron was a right git, but that’s just Ron being Ron.
Harry, Luna said, Ginny is right, since you are now the lord of not one, but three different houses, what Ron did was not only just “Ron being Ron,” but instead, a direct disrespect and insult to an ancient and most noble house. You won’t be appearing as Harry, but as the lord of your respective houses.
Fine, Harry said kind of sourly, I’ll wear the robes, but I’m really starting to not like this Lord Potter stuff. Oh yes Master Harry sir, Tilly wills being getting them ready for you, said the little elf. Thankyou Tilly you are a major help, Harry said. Its is my honor Master Harry sir, Tilly exclaimed. Is Master Harry’s girls needsing any help with their gown? Mopsy is being very good at the cutting and sewings of dresses.
You know what Tilly? That would be great, said Harry. At that Tilly “popped” away, leaving the four teenagers alone. The girls all had differing looks on their faces. Ginny looked annoyed, Hermione looked mortified, Luna however, looked like she was bursting at the seams with joy. Hermione was the first to speak, gowns; we have to wear GOWNS? Ginny was the one to answer, yes, we do, it’s an old, and stupid pureblood tradition that as charges to house Potter we must wear dresses to the occasion.
Luna was practically jumping for joy at this point. Oh, I love dressing up, especially if it’s going to be for our “Master,” she said. The other two girls blushed, still not used to the title Luna used for Harry now. I don’t understand your embarrassment, you’d better get used to calling him Master, because we’ll be expected to in formal settings. Though I believe Sir is acceptable in public, said the blonde-haired girl.
She’s right Hermione, said Ginny, and especially at the burrow, we can’t embarrass Harr….er I mean Our Master in front of people, or he will be looked down upon. Ok, Hermione said resigned, we might as well get this over with.
At that, a much older looking house elf appeared almost silently, startling the girls a small amount. You must be Mopsy, said Harry. Yes Master, said Mopsy as she bowed deeply to Harry. You can call me Harry if you like, Harry said, wondering to himself if insisting this was even worth the effort.
Yes, Harry sir, Mopsy said, as she snapped her fingers and bowed once more. All at once, several racks of dresses appeared, along with dozens of bolts of cloth, in all assorted colors and materials. You three stand here, Mopsy said, pointing at the three girls, and then at three pedestals that appeared in the center of the large room, in a no-nonsense kind of way.
I think I’d listen to Mopsy girls, Harry said. It sounds like she is serious. Yes, Harry sir, Mopsy has been the Potter seamstress for almost 200 years, and knows how to handle unruly teenage girls, Mopsy said, in a serious voice.
The three girls hopped up on the pedestals without protest, and Mopsy merely nodded and snapped her fingers again. To Harry’s astonishment the girls’ clothes had vanished, leaving them completely exposed. The girls, not expecting this, tried to cover themselves. Smack, smack, smack, the sound of a ruler was heard on their backsides. Stand up straight, arms downward, Mopsy said, and none of the backtalking.
Harry chuckled inwardly at their predicament, and said, you know as much time as we’ve spent naked here, you’d think we’d be used to it. Mopsy turned towards Harry, and said, out milord. This is not the place for a boy, we have work to do. But… Harry started to object before he was interrupted. No buts milord, out, out, OUT, Mopsy said, as she started towards Harry.
Harry put his hands up in surrender and started backing to the door. The last thing he heard was the girls giggling and the distinct sound of a ruler on flesh. Harry grinned as he shut the door, pondering what to do now while his girls were busy.
He decided that exploring a bit was in order, but where to start this place was ginormous. It would be nice if I had a map he muttered. A moment later some parchment appeared in the air floating in front of him. The first page was what seemed to be a blank folded up sheet of parchment, the second one a note, and the third, some sort of list.
Harry ignored the folded parchment for now and focused on the note. It read,
Dear Lord Harry, James, Potter,
If you are reading this, it means your dear old dad didn’t make it. Dad? Harry said, his eyes tearing up a little before he continued. Your presence here has been long overdue. This message is to inform you of some of the inner workings of this manor, and to teach you about the map included with this note. Map, Harry thought, what map? Harry put his curiosity to the side and kept reading.
Attached is a list of things the manor can provide to you; you need only ask. It has been quite some time since a Lord has resided here, as your mother and I, never cared to live in such a big place, and there are things that need attention. To see these things, just say Manor Processes.
Great, thought Harry, even more to do with this Lordship stuff, oh well, I’ll get to it eventually. Harry continued where he left off reading the note. The last thing is the map in front of you which doesn’t look like much, but it’s a very useful tool. To use the map simply touch your wand to the parchment and say, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, and the map will do the rest. That’s all I have for you right now kiddo.
I’ll see you in the next great adventure little Prongslett.
With love,
Dad, AKA Prongs
P.S., Giv’em hell Harry. Had to sneak that in there without Lilly seeing me. Also, when you’re done with the map, tap it and say Mischief Managed, so no one else can read it. Almost forgot that part.
Love, Dad

Harry chuckled at his dad’s antics, even as he wiped a tear from his eye, he’d have to remember to give the Marauders Map back to the twins now that he had a new one. Harry took a deep breath to collect himself and opened the piece of parchment. Tapping the paper with his wand he recited; I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. To his astonishment the parchment sprang to life, lines of ink dancing across the folds. At the very top of the page, it read…
Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present the Marauders’ Atlas. At the bottom of the page were things like a map key and more instructions about using the map. One of which said, to view other places, just say the name of the place, or a person’s name.
So this is a better version of the old map, he thought. Harry looked at the map and noticed something odd about it. Down the hall, in the room he had just come from, were four sets of footprints. Three of them were stationary, with the names Ginny, Luna, and Hermione above them, but there was one other set with the words Elf Mopsy above it, and to his amazement, they were moving! He watched, fascinated, as the fourth set of footprints moved in and around the other three.
Harry continued watching, mesmerized, when suddenly, he felt this odd sensation of embarrassment, mixed with anger. That was weird, he thought. I’m gonna have to have a chat with the girls tonight.
Harry started down the corridor, map in tow, as he explored various parts of the, well frankly, castle seemed to be the better term. Harry was making good progress, when Tilly appeared with a “pop.” Harry jumped and drew his wand before seeing it was only the affectionate little elf, put it away.
I is to be apologizing Master Harry sir, I is not meaning to be scaring you, Tilly said. It’s ok Tilly, Harry told the elf, I’ll get used to it eventually. Is there something you need? Tilly bowed ears draping the floor, and said, Tilly is being done fetching Master’s robes, and Mopsy is waiting to fits them to Master.
Okay Tilly, Harry said, you can tell Mopsy I’ll be there as soon as I make it back to the bedroom. Oh, nonsense Master Harry sir, Tilly said. I cans be getting you there much faster. Er, are you sure Tilly, Harry asked, I can make my way back just fine on my own. Yes, Master Harry sir, exclaimed the excitable little elf. At that Tilly reached out and took Harry’s hand.
The next thing he knew, everything around him had begun to spin and it felt like he was being pulled through a straw. When his world had stopped spinning, he felt his feet land on the ground, and he was back in the bedroom with Mopsy, and his girls. Mopsy came over to him, and started herding him towards one of the pedestals, fussing with a measuring tape, getting his sizes.
I thought you were getting your dresses, Harry said. Hermione spoke up, and said, we did but Mopsy put them away until we’re ready to leave. Okay, Harry said, that makes sense. Hey! How come he gets to talk and move, and we had to be statues? Ginny asked accusingly. Mopsy merely snapped her fingers, and a ruler appeared behind Ginny, giving her two good licks to her bum. You’s will not be backtalking, especially in front of Master, Mopsy said. Harry felt that same feeling of embarrassment and anger he had earlier.
Ginny, Harry said, you were er… spanked after I left, weren’t you? Ginny’s face turned red, and she just nodded, afraid to speak and be on the receiving end of the ruler again. I thought as much, Harry said. I think I felt your emotions. Have any of you felt any odd emotions that didn’t seem to be yours? The girls all nodded, and Hermione said, I felt something like excitement, and sadness mixed together, but I thought I was losing my mind.
You felt that too?! Ginny practically yelled; I didn’t want to say anything. Mopsy turned to give Ginny a slight glare. I’m sorry I’m sorry, Ginny started apologizing, covering her bum with her hands. Mopsy simply turned back towards Harry and continued her measuring. What about you Luna, Hermione asked. Oh yes, I felt it as well, but I have random feelings all the time, Luna said airily.
Harry stood there bewildered, when Mopsy began to speak. I think what Master is feeling, is the bond between Master and his slaves, she said. Before Harry could say anything, Mopsy snapped her fingers, and every stitch of clothing Harry had been wearing had vanished. Harry flinched a little, but otherwise stood there unfazed.
That’s when he felt it, an overwhelming surge of arousal, or rather, more like three different waves crashing into him. The feeling was so strong, Harry had to fight to keep from cumming on the spot. He could see the girls had felt it too, although not quite as strongly.
Girls, I think we need to do some research on this, Harry said, through heavy breath from what he’d just experienced. His girls just nodded; afraid their voices would betray them.
After another twenty minutes or so of Mopsy working tirelessly, and another elf Harry hadn’t caught the name of, had tamed his hair and that of his girls, as well as their makeup; The four teenagers were dressed in the nicest attire Harry had ever seen.
Once they were ready to depart, they found a floo, and on the mantle, was a metal container that read, Lilly Evans’ Ashless Floo Powder. Wow, I had no idea my mum had made stuff like this, Harry said. I’m not sure it ever made it to marketing Harry, said Hermione. I’ve never come across it, even in my research paper on magical travel methods for extra credit in Professor Flitwick’s class. Guess we’ll just add that to the list of things to investigate, Harry said, as he grabbed a handful of floo powder, and called out, “The Burrow,” then he stepped into the green flames, and vanished.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Burrow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry stepped out of the floo, followed by his girls, into the familiar place he’d come to consider home now. But the warmth and joy that had normally filled the air, was gone, and in its place was a tense, almost mournful energy. Ah, Lord Potter, glad you could make it, said Arthur Weasley. Here, have a seat Milord, he said, gesturing to an armchair there in the drawing room. Oh nonsense, Harry said. Theres no need for titles and such. Please call me Harry, besides, I’ve always considered you all as my family.
Arthur beamed at Harry and said, well then you should call me by my name as well. Harry took the seat offered to him and said, if it’s all the same I’d prefer to keep calling you Mr. Weasley, if that’s okay. Arthur offered him one of Mrs. Weasley’s cookies, then passed the tin to Harry’s girls (who had taken to sitting on the floor at his feet) Of course Harry, whatever makes you feel comfortable Arthur said.
Drink? Arthur asked Harry. No thanks, Harry said. What about your girls? Arthur asked. Girls are you thirsty? No Master they all said in unison. At the same time, they said this, Ron walked into the room. MASTER?!?!? WHAT THE HELL POTTER, Ron screamed, YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING GIT. Ron drew his wand and fired a spell at Harry, who, rather than pull his wand out, held up his hand, his palm simply absorbing the red light from the redhead’s wand.
Before Harry could react further, Mr. Weasley flicked his wand silently, and Ron was instantly bound in ropes. At some point during the commotion, Mrs. Weasley had come down the stairs, witnessing the skirmish. RONNALD WEASLEY, HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR WAND AT LORD POTTER DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE? she yelled. We apologize for this disappointment’s actions. Lord Potter, please accept our deepest apologies, Mrs. Weasley Said in a very formal manner.
It’s not your fault, Harry said, as he felt the increasingly frequent mix of emotions flood over him coming from the girls, and please just call me Harry. Well Harry, Arthur said, I was hoping to catch up a bit, but it seems that we should get down to business. Yes, it would seem so, Harry said, although no offence to you or Mrs. Weasley, but I would rather not leave the girls alone with Ron.
Not to worry Harry, said Mr. Weasley; we can take this (gesturing towards Ron) with us to my den, and while we discuss what to do with it, Molly can entertain your girls. If you would allow them to be alone of course. What? Er… I mean of course, that would be perfect, Harry said, almost forgetting that he now had ownership of the three girls, whether he liked it or not. Girls, Harry said in a slightly raised voice. Yes Master, the three girls said in unison again, while simultaneously jumping to their feet and looking down at the floor, Causing Ron to roll around the floor in his bindings, and let out a muffled yell behind his gag.
Seeing this confused Harry a little. When had they learned all that? Oh well, thought Harry, I’ll just ask them later. Girls, I’m going to have a talk with Mr. Weasley, so I’m going to leave you with Mrs. Weasley. You may talk freely with anyone here but be on your best behavior. Again, as though they were one, they all responded with, yes Master, and this time the three of them curtsied deeply to him.
Arthur smiled at the group of teens, thinking to himself that Harry would have his hands full, but knew that Harry would also care for, and protect them, probably with his life, if necessary. Ready Harry? Arthur asked. As ready as I’ll ever be, said Harry, let’s go get this over with. Arthur simply flicked his wand and levitated Ron into the other room, Harry following behind.
Once inside, Harry waved his hand towards the door, closing it wandlessly. Arthur raised his eyebrow at Harry’s casting ability, and how he made it seem so effortless. Focusing on the matter at hand, Arthur looked at Harry and said, Lord Potter, during the time in this room today, I’m afraid I must insist we follow tradition, and use only formal titles. Of course, Elder Weasley, replied Harry. I am ready to put this matter behind us. As am I, said Arthur, and we will, just as soon as Kinsley arrives.
Why do we need an auror, Harry asked flatly. He will be here mostly as a formality and a witness, said Arthur. It has been law for some time that an auror be present for any meeting regarding two families resolving a matter in which a lord’s house has been disrespected. I can only speculate that it’s to prevent a feud between houses, or if a meeting would ever become hostile. At the end of this meeting, it will ultimately be my burden to decide the repercussions for this disappointment’s actions Milord. Your opinion, however, will be considered greatly, and the punishment will most likely be whatever you wish it to be. At that, the fireplace in the room flashed up, and out appeared Kingsley Shacklebolt. The man stepped out of the fireplace and dusted himself off, then looked at the others and said, shall we get this started gentleman?
Harry and Arthur both nodded, as the man took his seat. Alright, said Harry, honestly, I wasn’t horribly offended by what Ron said. I would be satisfied if he just apologized to the ladies and me. That is very kind of you Lord Potter, and it is way more lenient than what I would have suggested, Arthur said. Well then, said Harry why don’t we remove the bindings from Ronald’s mouth and hear what he has to say.
Arthur flicked his wand at Ron and the gag was removed from his mouth. Ron, Harry said, listen to me carefully. I am willing to let this whole thing go, so long as you apologize to the girls and me. Ron then spat at Harry, and yelled, FUCK YOU POTTER, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A HALF-BL…. Then he was cut off, the gag back in place, his voice muffled beyond anything intelligible.
Harry wiped the saliva off his face, and turned back to Arthur, who’s face had turned white as a sheet. Elder Weasley, Harry said, I believe it would benefit Ronald to learn a dose of respect. Of course, Lord Potter, Arthur said, did you happen to have something in mind? As a matter of fact I do, said Harry. Ronald has challenged me to a duel already, but it is my understanding that either a Lord or an Elder must bless any such challenge. Is that right Auror Shacklebolt? That is absolutely correct Lord Potter, the rather large auror said. But what does that have to do with the punishment, Arthur asked.
My plan is this, Harry started to explain; I would like you to bless the duel and allow Ronald the opportunity to fight me. But what purpose would that serve, Arthur asked. Well, if you allow it, Harry continued, If I lose, I will forgive Ronald, and I will provide you with twenty-five million galleons. Upon hearing this Arthur almost spit out his fire whiskey and started sputtering. Harry patiently waited for him to regain his composure, then said, however, if I win, I would like Ronald to come to Potter Manor to join the girls servicing me.
Are you sure that is what you want Lord Potter, Arthur asked. Yes, said Harry, along with one other condition. Anything you want, anything at all, said Arthur. I’m happy you say that, Harry said, because I would like you to be present for the duel, and once it is over, pledge your fealty to house Potter, and with so become one of my charges.
I think that’s a wonderful idea, Arthur exclaimed. Is there anything else you would like? No, Harry said, I think that will suffice. A voice in Harry’s head told him to finish this deal with an oath, to which he thought, I don’t know how. A second later Harry’s ring let out a slight glow and he felt the knowledge about oaths and vows engrain into his memory.
Elder Weasley, Harry said, if you are in agreeance with these terms, I would very much like to create an oath between us. As you wish, Arthur said as he stood and waited for Harry to do the same. Harry stood and motioned for Athur to begin.
Arthur began his part with “I Arthur Weasley, Elder of Clan Weasley, do solemnly swear to uphold the terms set forth by one Harry James Potter, Lord of House Potter. SO SAY I, SO MOTE IT BE.” Harry spoke next, saying “I Harry James Potter, Lord of House Potter do solemnly swear to honor the agreement set between Arthur Weasley, Elder of Clan Weasley, and myself. SO SAY I, SO MOTE IT BE.”
Both of them then held out their wands, and touched the tip of them together, forming a bright halo of light around them, that slowly shrank into a white orb floating between them. The orb then split into two smaller orbs that floated towards each of them, absorbing into their torsos.
I think that will do, Harry said, holding his hand out and shaking Arthurs. We’d better be off; it’s starting to get late. I hope we can visit again soon, preferably when there aren’t any issues needing addressed. Absolutely, Arthur exclaimed, you know you are most welcome here anytime you like. Thank you, Harry said, you truly have been like family to me and wish for that to continue. As Harry walked towards the door, he looked down at Ron with a gleam in his eyes, ruffled Ron’s hair, and said, I’ll be seeing you soon dear Ronald.
Harry emerged from the other room to find his girls sitting on the floor with Molly in a chair telling stories. Ahem, said Harry, are you girls ready to head home? Immediately the three girls jumped to their feet and said yes Master, all in unison. Alright then let’s get going, Harry said. Harry walked over to the floo and motioned for the girls to go ahead of him. After each of the girls filed through, Harry followed through behind them, thankful to be headed home.

--------------------------------Potter Manor-------------------------------------
When Harry stepped into their home he could smell all kinds of food wafting through the air. After casting a quick tempus charm and seeing it was nearing six o’clock, Harry led the girls down a hallway to a room he had found earlier in his explorations.
Where are we, one of the girls asked. You’ll see, said Harry, as he opened the door. As the girls walked in their jaws dropped, and Hermione squealed in excitement. The room they entered was the single largest library any of them had ever seen. There were rows upon rows of bookcases that were at least fifty feet tall, and the rows stretched on for as far as they could see in any direction.
Harry led them to a small sitting area with some tables and mobile bookshelves, as well as some comfy-looking armchairs by a fireplace. Off to the side was a row of podiums, each with a dusty old leather-bound book on it, that would occasionally flip to random pages of its own accord. Apon closer inspection the books on the podiums were a means of finding books quickly.
How does it work, asked Ginny, does it just show you where to find the book you’re looking for? It’s more than that, said Hermione, they make research a dream. All you have to do is write a title or a subject in the book that you are wanting, and it will gather them for you. Hogwarts used to have them, I read about them in Hogwarts a History. I can see why it’s needed; this library makes the one at Hogwarts look miniscule in comparison.
Well Hermione, said Harry, you are welcome to spend as much time here as you like, as long as we have the time. We also have a lot of stuff we’re going to need to research, the first of which is this emotion thing, so we know exactly what’s going on. Also, I would like to know the rules on house elves and clothes before dinner if possible.
Harry and the girls got straight to work, Harry and Hermione were looking up all they could find on house elves, while Ginny and Luna were digging into information about the bond between them all. Harry and Ginny had both made it through five books each after almost an hour, while Luna, and Hermione were finished with nine and thirteen respectively. It wasn’t until around seven-thirty that Harry had found what he was looking for, in a book called “Laws and Rules of the House Elf Ownership.
Harry shot up out of his seat letting out a whoop as he read aloud. The text said, House elves are forbidden, as a general rule, to wear clothes. House elves that receive clothes from their master are released from the bond with said master. There is but one exclusion to this rule. That is, that if a house elves’ master is a Lord of an ancient and most noble house, they may provide and require the wear of a service uniform for the elf. Any uniform used in such manor must meet three requirements.
1.     The elf must be informed of the uniform, lest the master sever the bond between them incidentally.
2.     Any uniform provided to the elves must be in good taste and reflect positively on the status of the ancient and most noble house they belong.
3.     Any and all uniforms must bear the family crest affiliated with them

Wow, said Harry, this is exactly what I was hoping for, I really didn’t want all of them running around in rags, they deserve better than that. Hermione gushed at Harry when he said this, and Luna said, I think it’s wonderful you care about, and respect them enough to think of their modesty and dignity Harry. Ginny spoke up next saying, aren’t we lucky to be Harry’s slaves; I don’t even want to think about what our lives could’ve been like if we would’ve ended up with some other bloke. The girls all visibly shook, and a voice in Harry’s head said, just wait till they truly learn their place. Did you hear that, asked Harry. Hear what, said Ginny. Oh, never mind, it’s probably just my brain telling me I need a break from the books, Harry said, thought he was a little concerned about it.
Before Harry had time to think about it much, Tilly popped into the room, and said, Master Harry Sir, dinner is beings ready to be served. Ok, great, Harry said to the little elf, thankyou Tilly, we’ll be along shortly. Oh yes Master Harry Sir, Tilly said excitedly. Well, I guess that settles that, Harry said, is everyone ready to eat? The girls all nodded their approval, and Harry marked the page in his book, and tucked it under his arm. Then, the four of them made their way down to the main dining hall.
When they entered the hall, a huge sound erupted from all the house elves cheering, and Harry saw probably two hundred house elves were all sitting on the floor. After Harry recovered from the pure shock of seeing the sheer number of them, Harry raised a hand in the air, silencing them.
Harry began to speak. He said, firstly, why are you all on the floor? Tilly was the one to answer him saying, Master Harry Sir, this is where house elveses is spose to eat. Not anymore, said Harry, from now on you all eat at the table with me. Another cheer erupted, only quieting after a few moments while the elves set enough places for them all at the table.
Okay said Harry, I have a few announcements, but first, lets eat. As soon as Harry said this food appeared on dishes everywhere in a true Hogwarts fashion. After all of them had eaten their fill, Harry stood up and said, from now on you will all be wearing clothes. At this the hall was louder than ever but this time it wasn’t cheers.
To be continued......
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Harry's the Master