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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 5
(The Trial of Peter Pettigrew)
Olympus

“I do believe that’s check, my dear sister,” Ares said with a laugh as his red knight takes out Athena’s black bishop and positioned his knight in check with Athena’s king. "You care to bow out now, or prolong your misery."

"You're too overconfident, brother," Athena answered calmly as she moved her Queen-side bishop to eliminate Ares' knight. “You concern yourself only with trying to beat me, sacrificing your pieces without much strategy.”

Ares looked down at the chessboard, smiling as he believed he had Athena right where he wanted her. The chessboard itself was very large, at least fifty square end-to-end, with each major piece differing in size between seven to ten feet, and the pawns around five feet. Both Ares and Athena stood thirty feet over the chessboard, staring at each other, Ares with a murderous smile, and Athena with a calm demeanor.

Standing on an oval walkway fifty feet above them, Aphrodite smiled as she watched Ares move one of his bishops towards Athena’s king, which strangely had the look of a certain boy wizard. She then giggled as she watched Athena move one of her pawns to take out his bishop. At that point, Ares frowned at Athena and looked at the board carefully planning his next move.

“He should have learned by now how serious Athena is when she’s playing chess.” Artemis’ voice nearly startled Aphrodite as the goddess of the hunt appeared through a golden glow. As the glow dissipated, Aphrodite smiled and lunged toward her sister, planting a deep kiss upon Artemis' lips. Artemis pulled Aphrodite off of her, moaning in shock at Aphrodite’s bold action. “What was that for?”

“I saw you lose your virginity to him, Artemis,” Aphrodite giggled, indicating what had happened in the Forbidden Forest. “You and your hunters. I must admit, I didn’t think that you would fall to him so easily.”

“The game was fair, Aphrodite, and he defeated me in combat,” Artemis answered, turning away from Aphrodite and focusing on the chess match below. “I must admit, I didn’t expect for his cock to be that huge, nor how turned on I became when he fucked me and my hunters like cum-hungry whores.”

“Well, well, sister. You must really love being Harry’s slutty goddess,” Aphrodite said and wrapped her arms around Artemis from behind. “So, how long will you last until you crave Harry’s cock?”

Artemis smiled as she felt her sister’s hands move to her breasts and slowly began massaging them. Moaning softly, Artemis watched Athena move two of her pawns into perfect position to checkmate Ares. Ares remained unaware of this, and as he moved his queen to try to check Athena, he asked Athena, “So, just what is your next move regarding Harry Potter, dear sister?”

Athena just moved one of her black pawns forward one space which cornered Ares’ king. “Checkmate, brother.” Athena smiled and looked at Ares fuming at losing. “You concern yourself too much with victory, and not realizing the moves your opponent makes. Ares, if you’re going to try to best Harry Potter, you need to pay attention to the moves he makes. After all, he is a much better chess player than you. So much in fact that I wonder if he can be more of a challenge against me.”

With that, Athena turned and walked away, smiling as she knew she had Ares right where she wanted him. Ares angrily summoned a large ball of fire into his right hand and immediately threw it at the entire chessboard, incinerating all of the pieces that were still on the board. With an angry growl, Ares disappeared in a bright red flash while the chess pieces were still burning.

“It worked. Athena always knows how to get Ares to do what she wants,” Artemis moaned with a smile, feeling Aphrodite’s lips on the side of her neck. “Let’s just hope he does what we want and shows us his plans."

“It could be a while. Even angry, Ares needs to focus on where Voldemort is,” Aphrodite said, letting Artemis go and stepping back. “You know, I think I should have a little one-on-one with Harry. After all, I am the goddess of love and it’s about time to fuck that young stud.”

Artemis turned to face her blond haired sister and kissed her on the lips. “You should take him to the Lost Woods, sister,” Artemis told her. “After all, he’ll need to be tested for his future enemies. I’m pretty sure that you’ll have hours to spend being fucked by Master.”

“Why Artemis, I can’t believe you just called him ‘Master’,” Aphrodite stepped back before disappearing in a golden glow. “Of course, I will thoroughly enjoy that stud’s cock, and I will enjoy tasting your Master’s cum.”

“You’ll be calling him your master too,” Artemis said loudly. “Especially after he pounds all of your holes into submission.”

“Who’s to say that I won’t fuck him into submission?” Aphrodite’s voice said with laughter as the glow dissipated leaving Artemis alone.

Artemis smiled and walked away, heading for her own bedroom for a little pleasure. After a moment, she stopped in her tracks and frowned, saying, “Why didn’t I go with her.?”

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Gringotts Bank-London

“Welcome, Lord Potter,” Griphook bowed as Harry entered the wizarding bank, followed closely by Hermione, Sirius, and Remus. “And welcome Lord Black. I was told by King Ragnarok to expect you and take you directly to him. If you would be so kind as to follow me."

Harry nodded and followed Griphook across the large room where most of the normal banking takes place. As they walked, nearly all of the goblins that were either working on their bookkeeping or helping wizards or witches with their accounts looked up at Harry and his group and bowed their heads respectfully. “They all know about you, Harry.” Sirius whispered to Harry with a chuckle. “You’re most likely the most important wizard to have ever entered this bank.”

Harry smiled and returned the gesture to the goblins, passing past the main desk where Harry had usually went whenever he had business with them. As they continued past the desk, Griphook led them through another set of double doors, which led them to a room with a winding stone staircase going downwards into a dimly lit area.

“Very few witches and wizards have had the honor of meeting our king, Lord Potter and Lord Black,” Griphook picked up a torch from one of the walls as they walked down the staircase. “Those that had visited him in the past had angered him greatly. So, please take care of how you talk to our king.”

Griphook turned his head and looked directly at Sirius, even though he had meant the warning for everyone. Sirius smiled weakly and nodded, causing Harry and Remus to laugh, as apparently the goblins were well aware of Sirius’ antics before the events of thirteen years ago. After going down the long winding stairs for nearly thirty minutes, Griphook stepped off the final step and headed towards a long hallway made out of marble and stone. Harry and Sirius walked side-by-side with Hermione and Remus directly behind them, all following Griphook towards the largest set of double doors they have ever seen. Much larger than the doors of Hogwarts, made of a mixture of platinum and gold, lined with rubies, emeralds, and diamonds all along the sides and frame. Harry had to admit he was truly impressed by the way this door looked, and knew that behind this door was the king of the goblins.

Griphook knocked on the golden door three times loudly, the sound echoing off the walls around them. After a moment, a low booming voice said from the other side of the doors, “Enter!”

Griphook slowly pushed the doors open, just enough to allow each of them to enter one at a time. Harry entered first, just behind Griphook and saw a magnificent looking hall. Twice the size of the Great Hall in Hogwarts, with stone pillars lined with jewels, several large tables made out of granite with fur lined seats surrounding them, and right at the far end, a large throne made out of gold and mithril, covered in plush red velvet cloth. Sitting upon the throne was a dark skinned goblin, at least 5’10” tall, muscular but slightly heavy set looking, with long black hair and a beard that would make Dumbledore appreciate it. He was wearing a gold robe lined with diamonds, sparkling against the torches all over the room. The crown he wore was made of mithril, bedazzled with rubies and emeralds, and shined with a green hue when the light from the torches hit it.

“Your majesty,” Griphook bowed after he stopped ten feet away from Ragnarok. “I present Lord Harry James Potter, Lord Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Hermione Jean Granger.”

Harry respectfully bowed before the goblin king, and the others followed suit. Ragnorok nodded and motioned for them to stand back up. He then stared specifically at Harry and said to him, “Is there a reason why your house-elf is waiting in my lobby?.”

Harry nodded with a bit of a frown “I mean no offense your majesty but I thought best to get a state of my accounts before sending Dobby home to take care of estate. As I have yet to see my family vaults I don’t know if I will need my house-elf to move things.” After the doors closed, Ragnarok smiled a toothy grin, showing the group in front of him his sharp brown fangs which looked like they could tear flesh from bone.

“Well, this is indeed a first!” Ragnarok let out a boastful laugh that echoed the entire hall. “A sole wizard that’s a lord to multiple houses, including Le Fey, Pendragon, and Emrys. I; my father, nor my father’s father has ever witnessed this before.”

Another loud laugh from the goblin king echoed across the place, and Ragnarok got off from his throne and walked towards Harry. Harry did his best to keep his composer as Ragnarok stood in front of him, but even as Harry looked up at the goblin standing nearly toe-to-toe with him, he was shocked to say the least.

“Now, I’m sure that you remember that we requested a drop of your blood when you first visited us three years ago, Lord Potter.” Ragnarok explained. “We used that blood to trace your genealogy, and it did confirm that your are the rightful heir to the Houses of Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Pevrell, as well as the first families we ever built vaults for; Pendragon, Le Fey, and Emrys.”

“If I may ask, your majesty,” Hermione carefully asked. “Why didn’t you inform Harry about this sooner?”

“It was decided by Albus Dumbledore to not reveal Lord Potter’s ancestry, until after he was seventeen and discovered this information himself,” Ragnarok answered very easily. “As Dumbledore is Lord Potter’s magical guardian, he had the right to keep this from Lord Potter. That was, of course, up to the moment Lord Potter declared his lordships in front of the Minister of Magic. Oh, now that was a moment that I would have wished to have seen.”

Ragnarok laughed even louder and longer than before, with Harry repicturing that event in his head and joining the king in laughing about it. Both Remus and Hermione smiled weakly at them, with Sirius laughing as he imagined how Fudge must have looked. “I can only hope that worthless sack of shit was left speechless after he found out about Harry.” Sirius said, half choking in laughter as he did.

“As do I, Lord Black,” Ragnarok said as his laughter died down. “As of now, Lord Potter still holds the Black family ring. I assume you are here to officially reclaim it.”

Sirius raised his brow, “I thought my mother disowned me from the family when I ran away?”

Raganarock chuckled darkly, “Oh she tried to, but if Walburga was to disown you she would in effect be killing herself. As the muggle say, catch-22; she would be damned if she did and she certainly felt damned for not being able to. In any case you still held the title of Lord Black as you were never convicted. So you are not claiming lordship?”

“I’m afraid not, your majesty,” Sirius smiled, although he sounded rather serious. “As you are no doubt aware, I have been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years, and because of my proximity to the Dementors, I am unfortunately not able to produce a legitimate heir to my direct bloodline. So, since Harry is next-in-line to the Black family lordship, I officially abdicate the title of ‘Lord Black’ to Harry.”

Harry looked up at Sirius with a puzzled look. “You can’t be Lord Black because you can’t have kids?” Harry inquired. “That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.”

“In matters such as legacies, the Black family must have a guaranteed bloodline to ensure its power over the lesser Houses.” Ragnarok answered. “To simplify a bit, Sirius great-grandfather was very concerned with other families using the House of Black for their own benefit, so he arranged it with us to make sure that as long as the primary bloodline could produce an heir, it would have complete control over all House matters. However, since it’s now clear that Sirius can not produce an heir, the secondary bloodline, which was established by your grandmother Dorea Potter nee Black, takes full control over the House of Black. So, the title of ‘Lord Black’ goes to you Lord Potter, along with all that entitles.”

“If there’s is nothing else that can be done, then I accept my right as lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black,” Harry said formally before the goblin king. “However, I want Sirius to act in my stead for House Black in matters such as the Ministry and the Wizengamot; places where I won’t be able to speak for every House that I am a lord of.”

“That sounds very reasonable, Lord Potter,” Ragnarok smiled and chuckled at Harry’s suggestion. The goblin then faced Sirius and asked him, “Do you accept the title of ‘Patriarch Black’, and do you agree to assist Lord Black in matters such as he has just referred?”

“I do, your majesty,” Sirius humbly bowed. “I accept the title of ‘Patriarch Black’, and swear to always protect and defend my House from outside intrusions. With that in mind, I do have some suggestions I would like to give Harry regarding Black family matters.”

“Of course, Patriarch Black,” Harry looked up at Sirius and smiled. “Of course, I have a good feeling on what you might suggest.”

“I, for one, am definitely interested,” Ragnarok laughed loudly. “However, I myself have some news that might interest both of you, Lord Black, and Patriarch Black.”

Both Harry and Sirius looked at the goblin king and frowned a bit as Ragnarok turned and headed back towards his throne. When he reached his throne, he pressed one of the rubies on the arm rest, and a few moments later, another goblin entered from a side room Harry didn’t notice when he first entered this chamber. After the goblin walked further into the light, Harry recognized the goblin as Balrog, the very same goblin Harry had used an Imperius on to gain access into Bellatrix’s vault. Another moment later, Harry saw a tall, slender blonde haired witch with black highlights, wearing a long black dress with silver stripes along the hem of it. Harry almost grimaced at seeing Narcissa Malfoy again, but remembered that she did help him defeat Voldemort. Of course, that was a previous timeline.

“Cousin Narcissa, this is indeed a surprise,” Sirius frowned as she walked toward Harry and him. He then looked at Ragnarok and ask, “For what purpose did you summon Narcissa Malfoy to this meeting?”

“She arrived here very early this morning,” Ragnarok explained to them. “She’s been coming here these last few days, meeting with us regarding her husband’s actions over these past ten years. Illegal actions as we have all discovered, based upon Patriarch Black’s unlawful imprisonment, and the fact that Lord Malfoy managed to obtain access to the Black family vaults using his wife’s status as a Black and his son’s status as a potential heir to the House to take certain items from the vaults and sell them to less than savory characters. Although our investigation seems to indicate that Lord Malfoy did more than we first realized. If our investigation proves true, we may seek out DMLE to exhume your grandfather, Lord Arcturus Black III. We have reason to suspect that Lord Malfoy may have helped with his death in 1985.”

“I swear to you, Lord Black,” Narcissa faced Sirius and said, completely unaware that Harry was the Lord of House Black officially now. “I had no idea that Lucius was involved in your imprisonment. However, I did grant Lucius access to my vault during your incarceration. I naturally assumed that when Potter turned thirteen, he passed on taking the Black lordship, thus paving the way for Draco…”

“That’s Lord Potter to you, Narcissa!” Harry angrily said. Forcing her to look at the Black family ring on his left hand, he continued. "I am the Lord to the House of Black, and your husband and your son had made my life difficult ever since I first met them on separate occasions. They are nothing but spoiled bullies; cowards who delight in the suffering of those they think are beneath them.”

Narcissa took a step back, gasping slightly at the fact that a thirteen year old boy was now in charge and she would have to now answer to him. She trembled a bit as she locked her eyes upon Harry, who was just a few inches shorter than Narcissa, but at that moment she felt like he towered over her. Narcissa had to wonder of all the things she had heard Lucius and Draco say against the young lord. She knew better than to put those words into her mind for they will not help her situation. She looked to Sirius for explanation to what Harry, no, what Lord Black had said.

“I gave Harry the lordship, cousin,” Sirius explained, noticing Narcissa’s shocked face. “Unfortunately, after all the years in Azkaban, I can not produce an heir. I will act as Patriarch to the House in matters regarding the family, and as such, suggest to him changes to undo mistakes that were made by my father.”

Harry turned towards Sirius, almost breaking into a smile as he knew what Sirius would suggest first. “My first suggestion is for Andromeda Tonks nee Black be restored to full rights under our House.” Sirius stated firmly. "With that, her daughter Nyphadora also should receive the same privileges under our House as she is an Auror in training under the tutelage of Alastor Moody.”

“I agree, along with the added order that both of Andromeda’s sisters make an official and public apology to her in regards of their mother disowning her and making sure that she lost her rights as a Black,” Harry said in a commanding tone, which startled Narcissa greatly and felt a very strange arousal to the young man. “Also, in regards to both Narcissa and Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, they should both compensate Andromeda for this injustice, so they both must agree to give Andromeda at least twenty-five percent of their personal treasury.”

“My lord,” Narcissa begged with pleading eyes, nearly falling to her knees as she did so. “Neither Bellatrix or I had any knowledge beforehand that our mother was going to disown Andromeda for marrying a muggleborn wizard. Why should we have to pay her for this when we did nothing wrong?”

“Because after your mother died, neither you nor Bellatrix did anything to return her back to the family,” Sirius said, enjoying the look on Narcissa’s face. Turning towards Harry again Sirius added “I do agree that Narcissa or Bellatrix had no knowledge about their sister’s disownment beforehand, and after their mother’s death, it would have looked bad for either of them to return Andromeda’s status while they were married themselves.”

“Are they not members of the Black family first?” Harry kept his eyes locked on Narcissa as he asked this to Sirius. “The Lestranges and the Malfoys are not more prominent than the Blacks. However, considering that both Lucius and Rodolphus are pureblood bigots, trying to restore Andromeda back to the family would have cost them greatly with their husbands. So, I hereby amend the amount to fifteen percent, as long as both Narcissa and Bellatrix make their apologies convincing enough for both me and Andromeda’s satisfactions. Also, since it’s been made clear of Lucius’ involvement against Sirius’ incarceration, I hereby dissolve the marriage of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black.”

At that point Narcissa fell to her knees; completely shocked by Harry’s announcement. She had originally believed that Lord Black would have blamed her and Draco completely for Lucius’ actions, keeping her marriage intact only in such a manner to pay off the debt that the Malfoy family owed the Blacks. However, it was clear to her now that Lord Black had no intention of allowing the Malfoy family any further access to them. This did not mean she wasn’t going to be punished though, and as her lord gleamed upon her with his piercing green eyes, her mind suddenly went into an imaginative state; seeing herself naked and on her knees, bound by a magical collar servicing her young lord like a common whore. She immediately shook that image out of her head, even though she was now aware of a growing wetness beneath her black silk panties.

“An excellent command, Lord Potter-Black,” Ragnarok said with a chuckle. “I do like to mention that upon marrying Narcissa Black, Lucius was required to pay a rather large bride price to Sirius’ grandfather, who was Lord Black at that time. However, no such price was ever paid, and if I might add, while Rodolphus Lestrange did pay his bride price for his marriage to Bellatrix, there was the matter of an obligation that both men was meant to fulfill, as stipulated in their marriage contract.”

“I recall that their marriage contract involved producing a male heir for the House of Black within five years of marriage,” Sirius mused, smiling with his arms crossed. “I knew my grandfather well, and he would negotiate heavily with either Malfoy or Lestrange to produce an heir for our family, seeing that my uncle had only produced females instead, so he needed insurance that at least one of my cousins could fill the requirement for House Black by producing a sole heir for them.”

“Whoa, to think that if Lucius agreed to that, Draco would have been Lord Black instead of me,” Harry shook his head at the thought. “Very well, considering that even though a bride price was paid, however the fact that Rodolphus could not produce an heir for House Black, I hereby dissolve that marriage as well.”

“Excellent, Lord Black,” Ragnarok said most approvingly. “However, that does leave the matter of what to do with the Malfoy estate. As you are aware, after Lucius Malfoy’s deceitful actions were made known, we immediately locked all of the Malfoy vaults and declared them all forfeit to House Black. So, as of now, you get to decide what happens to these vaults.”

“For the time being, keep them all locked up, including Draco’s trust vault,” Harry said, drawing a deep gasp from Narcissa. Keeping his eyes locked on her Harry said to her, “Your son deserves the same kind of punishment that your ex-husband deserves, Narcissa. As far as I am concerned, it wasn’t just Lucius alone who committed this crime against me, it was the House of Malfoy who stole from the House of Black. However, I am not unkind, so I will release Draco’s trust vault to your care, under several conditions.”

Narcissa was almost in tears at this point, crawling towards Harry not completely aware that she was still on her knees. This stunned Hermione a bit, as she wasn’t used to seeing someone grovel, especially someone like Narcissa Black. Even though this was the first time she had met this witch, it seemed like that Narcissa was slightly enjoying being like this. Looking over at Harry, Hermione could tell that Harry was slightly enjoying seeing Narcissa like this, and for some reason, Hermione enjoyed it as well.

“Thank you, my lord,” Narcissa said, stopping right in front of Harry, her face only six inches away from Harry’s bulging crotch. Even though she couldn’t see it, Narcissa could tell that her lord’s cock was much larger than the barely five inch manhood that was her ex-husband’s. Her imagination took over for a moment as the image of her being face-fucked by this monster, and again she began to feel her panties become even more wet.

“You haven’t heard my conditions yet, Narcissa,” Harry said, his smile widening a bit as he noticed Narcissa’s eyes staring at his crotch. “My first condition will be for Draco to forfeit his status as a member of House Black. This includes any gold he believes he has a right to, and any and all right to claim the lordship should anything happen to me. Also, he must agree to dissolve his marriage contract to Pansy Parkinson, as he is the heir to his House; he can make that happen in Lucius’ absence. Not only that, he must make no attempt in the future to wed or produce any offspring for his House. In short, I want Draco to understand that he will be the last member of his House.”

“If I may, Lord Black,” Sirius looked at Harry and frowned a bit. “That may be too extreme. I do not blame you for your anger, but the Malfoy family owes us a great debt. There’s not just the matter of paying back what Lucius stole from our vaults, but with the added debt of paying what was owed to us concerning the bride price for Narcissa, Draco might not be able to pay it all back, interest including.”

Harry looked at Narcissa, who pleaded, “Please, don’t be so cruel to Draco. My lord, I will promise you Draco will do his best to pay you back, but please don’t rob him of his future.”

“I will consider changing my mind about Draco’s future, if all of the conditions that I have stated for him are agreed to and if he has already paid at least ten percent of what he owes the Black family, then I will consider allowing him to continue his deceitful and criminal line,” Harry responded with a bit of coldness. “However, that does not let you off the hook Narcissa, as you are also guilty of allowing Lucius to do what he did. So, your punishment will begin with helping Draco adjust to his new situation, which will include moving out of Malfoy Manor, and moving in temporarily into the Leaky Cauldron, until I can find a suitable place for the two of you to live.”

“I think I have an idea of where they can live, Lord Black,” Sirius said, smiling a little. “There’s a place in London that would be perfect for Narcissa and Draco to live, as I’m quite sure no one has lived there since my mother died. It’s number 12 Grimmauld Place, and while I haven’t been there in years I’m pretty certain that it’ll need a deep, thorough cleaning before the place can be lived in properly.”

Harry frowned as he instantly realized that the locket was currently hidden inside of Grimmauld Place. He then remembered that the only one who knew where the locket was hidden was Kreacher, and that old, wrinkly House-elf had to do what Harry told him to do. So, breathing a quick sigh of relief, he nodded and said, “Grimmauld Place sounds like a perfect place for Draco to learn humility. So Narcissa, after you leave here, you will inform Draco of what has occurred here, I will allow the two of you to stay in Malfoy Manor for one week, giving both you and Draco enough time to pack your things and move to Grimmauld Place. Also, since I forgot to mention this, Draco has that time to either sell all of the Malfoy House-Elves to other wizarding families to help pay off the family’s debt, or to sign them over to me, and I will agree to forgive ten percent of the outstanding debt, not including interest.”

“And that interest is high, Narcissa Black,” Ragnarok all but growled. “After we goblins made a full accounting of all Malfoy vaults, the Malfoy family is nearly destitute. Draco’s trust vault had been supplied by the Black family on the order from the late Lady Walburga Black, as she had hoped that Draco would take the mantle of Lord Black, as Sirius was in Azkaban, at the time, before her death; she had no other heirs for the House. However, since Lord Potter-Black wants Draco disavowed from the House of Black, Draco’s trust vault will not receive any more gold from the Black family. As it stands, the complete debt, including all interest, that the Malfoy family owes the Black family stands at 25,479,831 Galleons. Let me remind you, Miss Black, that you already agreed to sell off personal objects that you and you ex-husband collected during your marriage, and you also agreed to sell Malfoy Manor already, hoping that you would have plenty of time to find a suitable place for you and Draco. Normally, we would have immediately seized Malfoy Manor for the House of Black after we ascertained Lord Black’s identity. Fortunately for both you and Heir Malfoy, Lord Potter-Black has been gracious enough to give you a week to move, and has even given the two of you a place to live. Know this, Heir Malfoy will be charged rent while he lives in Grimmauld Place, which will be added to the Malfoy debt every month until Heir Malfoy reaches adulthood, by which time we expect him to start paying off the debt, or we will have no choice but to evict him from Grimmauld Place.”

“Not to interrupt, your majesty,” Hermione spoke up with a slight apologetic tone. “While I am fascinated with the matter between the Houses of Black and Malfoy, I would very much like to know about Harry’s other Houses, most notably the House of Potter, Harry’s namesake.”

“Of course, Miss Granger, or should I say, the future Lady Potter,” Ragnarok turned to face the young witch. Harry smiled at hearing Ragnarok call Hermione that, and gently took Hermione’s hand into his own as the goblin king faced them both and continued. “The House of Potter has 10 vaults full of gold, valuable objects and weapons, and rare items not usually found in the Wizarding World.” Ragnarok looked down at the large book that Harry noticed the goblin king retrieved by his side. “The total gold we have ascertained to be 986,974,699,951 Galleons, but in truth, we still haven’t counted it all just yet. The Potter family is one of the oldest families in Great Britain, not to mention the Wizarding World. We have also made a full accounting of all properties under the Potter name, and we have discovered that there are several houses, castles, manors, and other buildings listed in nearly every major continent around the world, as well as some island nations as well. House Potter also has major holdings in several businesses inside of the Wizarding World and out. There are simply too many to mention, but they include Ollivander’s, Zanko’s, The Daily Prophet, Muggle companies such as Rolls-Royce and Mercedes Benz, as well some tool manufacturer that located here in London. I believe the place is called Grunnings.”

“Hang on! That’s where Uncle Vernon works,” Harry nearly shouted, as he was completely shocked to learn this. “Just how much of Grunnings do I own?”

“At the most recent accounting, you own 40% of that business,” Ragnarok informed him. The goblin then looked a little closer at Harry and asked, “I’m sorry, but is your uncle Vernon Dursley? I should have made the connection, but I do have another property that you own that I now know I should tell you about: 4 Privet Drive was purchased in full by James and Lily Potter as a wedding present for Petunia and Vernon Dursley,;despite the arrogant fat muggle’s objections to living in a house owned by what he referred to as freaks. After your parents died, the deed was naturally bequeathed to you, and we have been holding it until such time as for you to officially hold it in the Muggle World. So, in their eyes, the house belongs to them, but in ours the place belongs rightfully to you.”

“Interesting, then I would like the deed to the place in my possession before I leave here today.” Harry said, imagining the look on his uncle’s, aunt’s, and cousin’s faces upon learning that Harry owned their house. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Yes, but not as Lord Potter, but as Lord Slytherin,” Ragnarok said with almost a childlike eagerness. “As you know, your exploits for the past three years at Hogwarts have been told all over Britain, I am most interested in what occurred last year, specifically, you discovering the Chamber of Secrets, and what was inside.”

“I do remember that well, though it isn’t one of my fondest memories,” Harry said with a slight shrug. “Are you interested in what you might find inside the chamber? To tell the truth, I regret not exploring it after saving Ginny Weasley and always wondered if there was more than what I first saw.”

“If you wish, I can have my goblins run an extensive survey of the entire area, and I will give you a detailed report of everything that we find in there,” Ragnarok responded. “However, the interest I have has to do with the basilisk you defeated, as its fangs and hide are extremely valuable to us, as well as it’s vital organs for toxins, poisons, and other items that can be used for goblin kind. I am very willing to pay quite handsomely for the basilisk.”

“You are aware that Fawkes, Dumbledore’s familiar, blinded the serpent before I killed it?” Harry asked the goblin king with a somber tone. “I only ask this because the eyes are known to kill if one looks directly into them, and petrify those that look indirectly, through reflection and refraction. You might not be able to get much from that part of the beast.”

“While I am aware of this fact, Lord Slytherin, we goblins can find uses for anything, regardless of its condition,” Ragnarok chuckled a bit. “Those eyes might still benefit my clan, even though you may not see it. I am willing to offer no more than 20 million Galleons for the basilisk. What say you, Lord Slytherin?”

“I say we have a deal, your majesty,” Harry replied, bowing respectfully towards the goblin. In truth, Harry wasn’t concerned with how much Ragnarok was willing to pay, as he knew already that he was the richest wizard in the known world, at least a hundred times more than the second richest. “If I may be so bold, I would like to know about the current wealth of my other houses.”

“As you wish,” Ragnarok said with a big smile, still happy with acquiring the basilisk from Harry. “I would like to remind you that three of your Houses are still not tallied, as each of their respective vaults require the Lord of that House to open them. Until you do, I cannot give you an official report on the wealth of the Houses of Le Fey, Pendragon, and Emrys. As for the rest,” Ragnarok looked back down at his book after turning a few pages. “The House Black has a current wealth of s the second largest amount, even with Malfoy’s activities, with 575 million Galleons. The next largest is Peverell, with 550 million Galleons, followed closely by Slytherin with 549 million. From there we have Ravenclaw with 497 million, Hufflepuff with 371 million, and finally Gryffindor with 286 million. However, you might be surprised by what you find once we open the Pendragon, Le Fey, and Emerys vaults.”

“Before we do that, I would like to ask you about something in private, if I may,” Harry said to Ragnarok, and then turned to face Hermione, Sirius, and Remus. “If you guys don’t mind, that is.”

Both Sirius and Remus nodded, slightly curious about what Harry wanted to ask the goblin king, but turned to leave. Hermione gave Harry a slight frown as this was something she felt Harry was keeping from her, but gave Harry a seductive kiss in front of Narcissa and slowly walked out of the large chamber. Narcissa looked almost longingly at Harry before following the group behind Hermione, almost unaware that she was still on her knees. However, as she did, she began to realize that while in the presence of Lord Black, that a proper lady such as herself should always kneel at her lord’s feet.

However, before Narcissa left through the doors, Harry stopped her by grabbing her arm gently, and then pulled her back up to her feet. He casually pulled her closer and whispered, “From now on, Narcissa, you will get down on your knees whenever you and I are in the same room. It’s time for you to learn your proper place for servicing your lord and master.”

With that, Harry gave Narcissa a quick slap to her ass, causing her to moan quite loudly as her body shook and juices began flowing out of her pussy and slide down her thighs. Narcissa felt her legs go weak as she walked out of the chamber, smiling slightly at the pleasure her lord just gave her.

“Now, what is so important that you needed to speak with me privately, Lord Potter,” Ragnarok frowned, more than curious as to what Harry wanted.

“It’s about me, your majesty, and Voldemort,” Harry said calmly, but with a determined look on his face. “As you recall last year, When I defeated the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, then you probably also know that I fought and defeated a version of Voldemort hidden in a diary.”

“I’m very aware that the Voldemort you faced was in fact a horcrux,” Ragnarok said with an equal calm tone.”I am also thankful that you defeated Tom Riddle’s soul that lived inside of that book. However, I don’t know what this has to do with me or my people.”

“It wasn’t the only horcrux Voldemort made,” Harry said to Ragnarok. “He created a total of seven, one of which he is unaware of at this time. Professor Dumbledore and I will be searching for these items, and while that happens, I would like to ask you and your people to prepare the ritual for horcrux transfer for each of the items imbued with Voldemort’s soul. Unfortunately, I must also request one done for me, as the final piece of Voldemort’s soul is inside my scar.”

“I find it strange that Albus Dumbledore did not inform me of this earlier,” Ragnarok said after a long pause, considering the information Harry gave him. He then eyed Harry a little suspiciously as the goblin felt that there was something that this young wizard was not telling him. “Is there something else you want to tell me, Lord Potter?”

“I think it’s best that Professor Dumbledore fills you on the rest,” Harry answered. “For now, just know that we have a pretty good idea as to where most of these horcruxes are, and it’s best to leave it at that. The reason being is that I don’t want to incriminate someone just for having it in their possession as it is very likely they do not know they are in possession of a horcrux.”

“That I can understand, Lord Potter,” Ragnarok sighed. “Very well, I will instruct my people to begin the preparations for transferring the horcruxes. You should know, however, that removing a horcrux from a living being such as yourself will be an extremely painful experience lasting several hours. The last horcrux removal we did on a person left that one nearly lifeless from the experience, and did not live many months after it was done. I rather not mention who it was that required this, though I will say it was nearly three centuries ago.”

Harry nodded his understanding, saying, “I will prepare myself for the ordeal as best I can, your majesty. Please inform me when the time is best for this to happen. If there is nothing else, I would like a tour of all of my vaults now.”

“Of course, Lord Potter. I myself will accompany you and your group as we tour all of your families’ vaults.”

Harry smiled again as Ragnarok walked with a steady tempo out of the chamber and began making his way towards the stairs. Harry rejoined Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and Narcissa who immediately got down on her knees and followed behind her lord as they went up the stairs. Ragnarok led the way, leading back up the stairs and out of the room that led to the winding stairway. Once they entered the main room again, they immediately turned to the direction of the vault tunnels.

From there, the group took three carts down to the vaults, with Harry and Ragnarok in the lead cart, followed by Sirius and Remus, and finally Hermione and Narcissa in the last cart. The first stop they made was to the Potter family vaults, which was several levels lower than where Harry’s trust vault was. This was already something Harry knew about, but never really visited before, as after the Daemon War had ended, he had no real appetite to explore them. However, now that he was back in the past or future as it were; he was more than a little curious as to what was inside all of them.

The first Potter vault was somewhat lame, as all it had was a mountainful of papers. However, as Ragnarok explained, he soon realized that most of these papers were in fact deeds to properties around the world, including the Dursley’s home. Harry quickly thumbed through some of the paperwork, finding the Dursley home deed and folding it into his back pocket neatly. He also noticed that several of the properties were apartment buildings listed around Britain, America, Japan, and other major countries.

“Most of these apartment buildings are in the Muggle World,” Ragnarok explained as he saw Harry looking through the paperwork. “Muggles rent apartments inside, not knowing that they are leasing to a Wizarding family. They pay us goblins through their mail service, we convert their Muggle money into Galleons, and we store that gold into your vaults; minus our ten percent fee for handling all of the business for House Potter. Your grandfather was very wise to invest in this market, Lord Potter.”

Harry nodded appreciatively, then left the vault to go the next one, which was full of gold, so much of it in fact that only Harry and Ragnarok could fit in there. The next four vaults were exactly like that, filled with so much gold that anybody could barely fit in it. After Harry left the final vault that was filled with gold, everyone went to the next one.

Harry couldn’t help but gasp loudly after stepping into this next vault. Filled halfway with jewels that glittered underneath the torchlight that half the group was carrying, while the other half had artifacts from the Potter family as well as items that Harry immediately recognized from the Muggle World. The one thing that definitely caught his eye, a 1934 model Mercedes Benz limousine, completely white on the outside except for a golden P designed and glossed onto the back doors on both sides. Harry quickly moved over to the limousine, and checked inside of it. The driver section looked much like what Harry figured a classic limousine would look like, except for the fact that it was shrunk down so that a House-Elf could fit inside as the driver. The back section was completely different, as when Harry opened the back door, it looked twice the size of the limo itself, cushioned with red silk seats surrounding a large dining table. From Harry’s perspective, it looked like it could easily fit 30 people inside.

“Your grandfather made special enhancements for this piece of Muggle machinery,” Ragnarok said, noticing Harry’s interest into the car. “Mostly just extension and protection charms so he could have his friends party inside without getting hurt.”

“I’ll have Dobby retrieve the limousine in a couple of days, if that’s alright?” Harry shut the door and faced Ragnarok. As he walked out of the vault, Harry smiled and almost laughed as he imagined the look on both Vernon’s and Dudley’s faces when they saw Harry coming to their home in that limousine.

The final vaults for House Potter were filled with antiques, old books, and more cars from the late 30’s to the early fifties. Harry was quite satisfied with the entire vault, mentally picking out certain items he wanted to use for Potter Manor, as soon as he moved into it.

From there, they boarded the carts again and headed to the Black family vaults, which were five levels lower than the Potter vaults. When they got there, Harry saw the same amount of vaults the House Potter has, only when Ragnarok opened the first three vaults, they were practically empty. They were some artifacts still inside, but from Harry's perspective, Lucius must have managed to take the bulk of what was inside these three vaults.

"Lucius has much to answer for," Sirius said, shortly after they left the third vault. "I'm beginning to wonder how he managed to get away with this for so long. Surely, this had to have started somewhere around the time of Narcissa's pregnancy with Draco."

"You never suspected, Sirius?" Hermione asked the tall thin man as they reach the fourth Black family vault. "If Lucius was accessing the Black vaults, there had to be one member of the family who knew about it."

"If there was, I would have been the last to know," Sirius answered her, shrugging a little as Ragnarok began opening the vault door. "I was practically disowned by my mother during that time in my life. If it wasn't for my brother's death in ‘79, I most likely would have been. You have to understand, Hermione, that my family had no love for Muggles and Muggleborns, so they didn't appreciate me associating with them frequently."

"It was House Black's very nature to shun Muggles and Muggleborns. A position that I will not tolerate now that I am Lord of that House," Harry told Hermione, with a glance over at Narcissa, as Harry knew that Narcissa would have an extremely hard time accepting Harry’s position on the matter. Just then, Harry had a weird vision about having Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Petunia servicing his dragon dick.

Harry shook the thought out of his head immediately as he entered the vault. Thankfully, it looked like Lucius didn’t get a chance to pilfer from this vault, as it was full of precious antiques, portraits of long forgotten members of the Black family, old dusty grimoires that Hermione eyed hungrily. She almost rushed over to where these old books were and tried to pick one up, but Sirius stopped her.

"Those are Black family grimoires, Hermione, and only a member of the House of Black can handle them," Sirius explained to Hermione. "It was decided by one of my ancestors, I don't know which, that only the Lord and direct members of the House of Black can read those grimoires. My ancestor, who was Lord Black at the time, made it so that our secrets and magics stay within the Black family.”

“Couldn’t Harry reverse the order? He is Lord Black now,” Hermione asked, obviously hoping that she would be able to read at least one of the grimoires.

“Sorry,” Sirius shook his head. “But as I said before, only a Black can handle those grimoires.”

“Relax, Hermione,” Harry finally interjected. “I’m sure I can find a way for you to access these books.”

Harry gave Hermione a quick, seductive wink as he thought about his sperm being inside her. Hermione blushed as they left the vault and went to the next vault. As they walked, Harry noticed that Narcissa was closely behind Hermione, eyeing her in a way that Harry couldn’t recognize. She was still crawling on her knees, so Harry couldn’t really tell why she was eyeing Hermione, especially under such a dimly lit area.

The final Black vaults had very few surprises, though Harry was surprised that one of the vaults had a wide array of classic automobiles, many that looked like they were collected by Sirius' grandfather. Sirius looked equally surprised as the entire group entered and saw everything from a 50's model Rolls Royce to a turn of the century Ford.

"I don't believe this!" Sirius all but exclaimed. "Why would my grandfather have these machines here?"

“While your grandfather and your great-grandfather both hated the Muggle World, they became fascinated by these contraptions,” Ragnarok explained to Patriarch Black. “I don’t believe your parents were aware of this, as they did not have access to this vault. According to my records, the only people who have entered this vault have been lords of House Black.”

“Does that mean only Lord Black could open it?” Harry asked Ragnarok, slightly fascinated that someone might have added that bit of protection for any of these vaults.

“No such protection was ever added,” Ragnarok frowned. “The best explanation is that the Lords of House Black never told anyone else about this particular vault, and no other Blacks had ever inquired about it.”

Both Harry and Sirius nodded their understanding, as most of the Black family tended to mind their own business, especially after being told by the Lord of the House to do so. Harry did notice Sirius eyeing a shiny black ‘57 Cadillac before they left the vault. As they boarded the carts, Harry made a request to Ragnarok to remove the Cadillac for Sirius.

Harry believed that they were on their way to one of the Hogwarts founders vaults next, but as Ragnarok laughed loudly, Harry realized that wasn’t what the goblin king was planning. The carts began to speed up quite dangerously, much faster than any of the other times Harry had ridden into these caves. Ragnarok’s laugh began echoing as they went farther down, nearly losing any light that guided them along the way. Harry began feeling worried for the passengers behind him, and for the next fifteen minutes, all he could see was the glint of metal from the rail they were traveling down upon.

The carts stopped abruptly in almost pitch darkness, but after a moment, the torches around began to light up slowly. Harry had to wait until his eyes readjusted to the dim light as he slowly got out of the cart and stood before three very large vault doors, at least twice the size of any other vault door inside Gringotts. The first door, which was to Harry’s left, was solid gold with a symbol of a large dragon etched upon it. The dragon’s eyes were sapphires, glowing blue underneath the torches that were surrounding the area. Just beneath the dragon was a sword, etched in perfect silver, with blade engraved in some type of language that no one but Harry could read.

“Beware those who wield me, for I am a reflection of that which is inside of you,” Harry read under the dim light, almost as the words itself were making him speak. “If you seek to use me for evil, then I will unleash evil upon you. If you use me for justice, then I will first judge you just before you can wield me.”

Harry almost gasped as Hermione looked at him worriedly, then realized what was happening. “The sword is Excalibur, isn’t it?” Harry looked at Ragnarok and asked. After the goblin king nodded, Harry looked closer at the golden door then exclaimed, “This is the vault of Arthur Pendragon.”

“That is correct, Lord Pendragon,” Ragnarok smiled. “The King of the Muggles who once desired to unite all beings peacefully under his rule. We goblins honor him for his actions during his life and once the original Gringotts was founded, we created this vault in his memory, and placed all of his possessions inside. I’m also quite confident that you will recognize these next two vaults: the vault of Merlin Emerys and the vault of Morgan Le Fey.”

Harry and the group looked at the other two vault doors and marveled at how different each of them were. The Emerys vault, which was directly in front of Harry, was made entirely of mithril, with the ancient tree Yggdrasil etched in the center, surrounded by a magically flowing lake, and a flying phoenix over the top of it. Harry couldn’t help but be impressed with this vault’s door design .

The same could not be said about Morgan Le Fay's vault. It looked like it was made out of black volcanic glass. Shiny to the light, but without that light, one wouldn’t know it was there. As Harry moved forward towards it, he could just make out several ravens etched on the door, with their wings fully spread surrounding a feminine figure with her back facing Harry and his group. Harry figured that this was the figure of Morgan herself, as the etching was of a tall, slender figure in a dress with long hair.

“So, which vault would you like to open first?” Ragnarok asked, waiting patiently for Harry to decide.

Harry was having a hard time deciding on which vault he wanted to open first. A good part of him wanted to check out Merlin’s vault first, but there was also the desire to check out both Arthur’s and Morgan’s vault as well. After looking at all three vaults for several minutes, Harry went with his gut and decided to open Merlin’s vault first.

After informing Ragnarok of his choice, the goblin king told Harry to place his hand on the vault door and identify himself as Lord Emerys. Harry did so, and for a minute, nothing happened. However, the door finally acknowledged Harry as it pulsed a golden flash before it began to slowly open with a creaking sound. Harry stepped back and waited for the door to open fully, almost trembling from anticipation. When the door opened enough for Harry and everyone else to see what was inside.

Hermione completely gasped in shock at the amount of grimoires inside of Merlin’s vault. As Harry walked in, both Harry and Hermione had to look high up as the grimoires were stacked all the way to the vault’s ceiling, at least 20 feet high. There was also a wide assortment of jewels, gems, and ancient stone tablets, including some writings on them that looked like Egyptian hieroglyphics. What caught Harry’s eyes was a long black staff laid against an old oak chair, Looking like it was made from some kind of black wood, it stood nearly ten feet in height, with a bronze top holding a black L shaped symbol. Harry could sense the aura of Merlin from the staff and weirdly enough felt an incredible urge to grab it. However, Harry didn’t feel like taking it just yet, as he already had the Elder wand, and his holly wand; not to mention all of the weapons he could summon when he needed.

Hermione was already grabbing several grimoires, stacking them nearly over her head. However, after she grabbed a dusty, brown colored one, her clothes began transforming into a short, dark red dress, with nothing underneath. As she began walking to the exit, Hermione began to feel a chill underneath, and as she glanced downward, she dropped the old, thick books and squealed in embarrassment. As Harry noticed this, he saw that the dress showed a lot of Hermione’s cleavage, and he wasn’t the only one noticed. While Sirius and Remus did notice Hermione’s new look, they averted their eyes out of respect for Harry. It was Narcissa who had her eyes locked on Hermione, and from her being on her knees, Narcissa had a real good look at underneath Hermione’s dress, and could see the teenage girl’s bare pussy. Narcissa could not help but shudder in pleasure at the thought of eating that girl out.

“How did this happen?’ Hermione asked Ragnarok, hoping that he had an answer.

“I do not know, my lady,” Ragnarok sounded somewhat apologetic. “There were myths among my predecessors that Merlin was a bit of a prankster, and some even suspected that he was an incubus. Though there was no such proof of that.”

Picking up the grimoires again, Hermione left the vault with a frown, though as she picked up the grimoires, she did flash Harry her ass before she walked out of Merlin’s vault.

While Harry searched for a bag for the books, Hermione shrank the grimoires down to fit whatever Harry found for them. Finding a bag that looked like an old backpack, Harry handed it over to Hermione and making sure everyone had exited Merlin’s vault, he pressed his hand on the door and mentally commanded it to shut.

The next vault Harry decided to open was Arthur Pendragon’s. Doing the same thing he did for Merlin’s vault, Harry placed his hand on Arthur’s vault door and waited for the door to open. When it did, Harry looked upon a vault filled with armor and weapons as well as a two very clear representation of this being Arthur’s vault: Arthur’s throne, and the actual round table. Arthur’s throne was very basic, representing Arthur’s humble beginnings, made almost entirely of wood, cast with red cushions for comfort, with a gold symbol of three circles intertwining with one another. Leaning against the throne was the sheath that once held Excalibur, Avalon itself. Laced with blue and gold silk, the empty sheath was almost glowing with importance as Harry walked over to the throne.

Sirius, Remus, and Hermione were paying closer attention to the round table. Even though it looked simple in it’s design, the large brown oak table had the same symbol that was on Arthur’s throne. Hermione began tracing her finger along the indentation the circles made on the wood. “A Celtic circle knot, representing truth, loyalty, and brotherhood. Symbolizing that no one who sat here was less or more important, not even the king himself.”

Harry wasn’t listening, though he was justly occupied by a portrait he found behind Arthur’s throne. The painting looked like it was of Camelot, with the huge, white castle being surrounded by a vast city. Harry thought about its beauty, and bent slightly to stare at it more closely. As he did, the same Celtic circle knot appeared on the painting and a strange feminine voice spoke inside of Harry’s head.

“I have been waiting for you, Harry James Pendragon,” The voice said in a trancing manner. “Please touch the symbol and claim your birthright.”

Harry touched the symbol somewhat in a trance, and in an instant, Harry was pulled through the painting and was transported to another dimension. As he was pulled, time in the Pendragon’s vault had froze while Harry suddenly appeared in front of a large white castle. However, he wasn’t alone, as directly in front of him, no more than ten feet away stood three blonde haired females dressed in very revealing body armor.

The tallest, and most obviously the most eldest of the three was dressed in a tight, light blue battle armor with a white cape attached to it. The blue armored breastplate was very short, revealing her very ample breasts and her legs almost up to her crotch area. The girl who stood next to her was about a foot shorter, wearing an equally revealing blue armor, but one without an apparent cape. Her breasts were less revealing, and she did wear some type knee high white boots. The third girl was the same height as the second, wearing a very skimpy brown, reddish armor, if Harry could call it that. Harry could see that her arms, legs, and breasts were covered by this armor, but very little of anything else.

“This is Arthuria, Artoria, Mordred,” The voice told Harry. “They are Pendragons from another dimension, all three loyal to the Pendragon family and it’s current leader, which is you, Harry Pendragon.”

“Who are you?” Harry asked almost flabbergasted. “Why are you talking inside of my head?”

“I am Vivian, the Lady of the Lake and guardian of Avalon,” Vivian’s voice spoke to Harry. “I have long since departed from the mortal realm, so when the need arises, I communicate to people this way. That doesn’t mean I cannot return to your realm if the need arises, or if I feel like returning for pleasure. After all, I haven’t felt the pleasure of a man since Merlin.”

Harry felt his dragon dick being grabbed tightly at that point by an invisible hand. At the same time, the eldest blonde in front of him, Arthuria, bowed before him and said, “I am Arthuria Pendragon, former king of England. Are you meant to be our master?”

“Yes, I believe I am,” Harry responded, breathing somewhat ragged as he was still feeling Vivian’s hand was stroking his cock. “I am Harry Potter, lord to the House of Pendragon, and I am also the lord of Emerys and the lord of Le Fey.”

“You are the master of both Merlin and Morgan?” The girl who was in between Arthuria and the other blonde girl, cocked her eyebrow at Harry. “I am Artoria, and I highly doubt that Merlin’s or Morgan’s bloodline would ever mix. Explain to me how this is possible, or you will suffer my wrath.”

Harry tried to answer, but he had to wait as Vivian’s invisible hand to stop caressing his erection. He had to wait until Vivian’s hand to slow down a bit before he could speak, and by that time, both Artoria and Mordred had summoned their swords. “I’m from a time when over a thousand years since they lived. I know it doesn’t sound plausible, but I swear it’s true.”

Both Artoria and Mordred eyed Harry suspiciously for a moment, but Arthuria looked at Harry’s crotch and saw an invisible hand and gave a bit of a smirk. “Lady Vivian is stroking your dick, isn’t she?”

Harry could only nod as he groaned softly as Vivian’s hand suddenly stopped for a moment, holding his shaft in almost a vise like grip. At that moment, Vivian’s voice finally was heard by everyone, like an echo overhead, saying, “I see that I still can’t get past you, Arthuria.”

“Well, if you want this Potter boy to be our master, don’t you think you should release his dick so we can all travel back to his realm and begin his duties as our master,” Arthuria said with a giggle.

Vivian giggled as well, and finally released Harry’s dick and transported them all back to Arthur’s vault inside of Gringotts. As they appear back inside the vault, Harry realized that he was now sitting on Arthur’s throne and the three blonde women surround the throne with Arthuria directly to Harry’s right. Artoria stood directly behind the throne, and Mordred to Harry’s left side while time began to resume inside the vault.

Hermione was the first to notice that Harry was surrounded by these three blonde, armored females, and gasped loudly causing Sirius, Remus, and Narcissa to look at Harry and these girls. “Harry, who are they?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry stood up and quickly made introductions for everybody, with Sirius looking at Arthuria with a bit of a seductive look, and Hermione becoming slightly jealous at the size of Arthuria’s breasts, as they were definitely DD’s.

Fortunately, they kept things civil and they soon left Arthur’s vault and headed towards the final vault on the floor: Morgan Le Fey’s. Opening her black stone vault door came with several caws from the birds on the door as it slowly opened. After it did, Harry saw a very dimly lit vault, filled with much of the same items Harry saw in Merlin’s vault. They were vast amounts of grimoires and runes over most of the vault, as well as ancient artifacts around the rest of it. The vault itself was not as full as Arthur’s and Merlin’s, but Harry did feel very uneasy, like the air itself was alive.

Thankfully, no one saw any interest in Morgan’s vault, so they left with Harry sealing the door back up and everyone getting back in the carts, with Arthuria, Artoria, and Mordred cramping themselves into the carts with the others. Going back up through the tunnels, the trip was less frightening than the trip going down, though the turns they made were somewhat scary, much like a roller coaster. About fifteen minutes of travelling, Ragnarok stopped the carts in front of three, regular looking vault doors. They were still on the lower section of the tunnels, but Harry already knew that these vaults each belonged to Cadmus, Antioch, and Ignotus Peverell.

Ragnarok opened all three vaults, allowing Harry to look inside each of the vaults. There wasn’t much inside Cadmus' or Antioch’s vaults except for the containers for the Elder wand and the resurrection stone. There was gold and jewels inside, but the only one that had anything worthwhile was Ignotus’. Ignotus’ vault had considerably more inside, with a silver pensieve, a container for Harry’s Cloak of Invisibility, and several rows of gold and jewels as well as a large bookshelf filled with books and journals from the family.

Trying to keep Hermione from grabbing any more books, Harry had Ragnarok close the vaults and had everyone board the carts again, heading for the final four vaults; the Hogwarts Founders. Another long cart ride ensued as they went further up several more levels until they arrived at the vaults belonging to the Hogwarts four.

Stepping out of the cart, Harry looked at four vault doors, each easily identified belonging to each of the founders. To the far left, a light green door with the head of a silver basilisk symbolized Salazar Slytherin. Directly next to it stood the vault of Rowena Ravenclaw, completely purple etched with a single raven perched on an oak tree. Next to Ravenclaw’s was an orange door with swarms of bunnies in a small field, representing Helga Hufflepuff. Finally, to the far right was the vault of Godric Gryffindor, completely red with a golden griffin piercing into the eyes of anyone who looked in its direction.

The first vault Harry went into was Gryffindor’s, and upon entering, he saw an assortment of antique furniture, portraits, armor, some classic wizarding wands, staffs, and what looked like silver lined shields with runic writing upon them. There was also a vast amount of gold and jewels inside.

There wasn’t much to Hufflepuff’s vault, though Harry did see that it was filled with large jewels and gold that filled most of the vault. The only thing that caught his eye was a sole portrait. It was of Hogwarts itself, with all four founders standing in front together with smiles and a welcoming gesture. Even Slytherin, who was much against the other three, looked like he enjoyed being with the group.

Ravenclaw’s vault was filled with a vast amount of old books, many of them were classic Muggle literature that Harry recognized. This surprised Harry somewhat, as he held Hermione’s arm to keep her from trying to grab some of the books, but Harry realized the Rowena was a vast supporter of wisdom, no matter where it came from.

Finally entering Slytherin’s vault, Harry saw a vast surplus of potions and potion ingredients, most of them Harry had to try to recognize, as they were the rarest items that were extremely hard to find. Harry made his way over to these vials and collected several potions as well some rare ingredients for his trunk. Shrinking them so they could fit inside his pocket, Harry placed them carefully inside his jacket and boarded the cart to head back to the main floor.

As they returned back to the main floor of the bank, Harry thanked Ragnarok for accompanied them and asked if he could correspond with the goblin king. Ragnarok laugh his response and told Harry that he would welcome this. However, before Ragnarok left the group, Narcissa grabbed Harry’s ankle, causing everyone to stare at both Harry and Narcissa.

“Please, Lord Black, before you leave, may I have a word with you in private?” Narcissa asked in a begging tone.

Harry sighed impatiently, but relented turning to Ragnarok and asked, “Is it possible that I can use one of the offices, your majesty? I would be most grateful.”

Ragnarok nodded and snapped his fingers, causing the nearest goblin to immediately come rushing over to him. “Escort Lord Potter and his guest to the third office on the right,” Ragnarok told the goblin, who shuddered fearfully around his king. Ragnarok then looked at Harry and explained, “That office has been vacant for some time, as the last goblin to use it had an unfortunate accident in the tunnels. I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s say he shouldn’t have angered a hungry, blinded dragon.”

Ragnarok laughed as he departed from group, leaving the goblin to lead Harry and Narcissa to the office Ragnarok gave them to use. However, Harry quickly noticed that Hermione was right behind Narcissa, as well as the three blonde warriors who were curiously looking around as they followed Harry. The goblin finally opened the door to the vacant office and Harry led Narcissa into the empty room that had nothing but a bare desk and just a small chair behind it.

“I’m taking part in this meeting,” Hermione said with determination, nearly shoving past the goblin who was holding the door. Arthuria, Artoria, and Modred almost did the same, but Harry raised his hand to stop them.

“I’m in no danger right now. You three can wait outside,” Harry told them. “If I feel that I need you, I’ll let you know.”

“Very well, Harry Pendragon,” Arthuria bowed. “However, we can sense when you are in danger, so if something happens to you, we will appear to protect you.”

With that, the goblin closed the door, leaving Harry, Narcissa, and Hermione alone in the office. Once the door was closed, Narcissa looked up into Harry’s green eyes and asked, “My Lord, I beseech you to reconsider Draco’s punishment regarding him doing work. All of his life, he has relied on House-elves to do his chores and prepare his meals. He has never had to do anything for himself.”

“Of that, I have no doubt Narcissa,” Harry responded, staring intently at the kneeling blonde haired witch. “I’ve suspected that Draco has even used elves to help him with his schoolwork, which we all know is a violation of Hogwarts rules. However, since I do need to make sure he is doing what he needs to do to stay in my good graces, both you and him will be taught by a House Black elf what to do while living in Grimmauld Place. I will be expecting significant progress by the time Draco and I return to Hogwarts in a couple of months. Also, the House-elf that I send you will only answer to me, and will report on both yours and Draco’s progress. Remember that the elf will only be there to assist and teach the both of you until you are both capable of handling things yourselves.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Narcissa said, looking at Harry’s crotch now and seductively licking her lips. “Is there anything I can do to show my appreciation, my lord?”

Hermione smiled as she knew exactly what Narcissa wanted at that moment. Walking over to her and leaning next to her, Hermione whispered, “Lord Black does not show appreciation to those that wronged him. If you want something from him, Narcissa, then you’re going to have to beg for it.”

At that point, Hermione got behind Narcissa and grabbed her firm round breasts and began to squeeze them, causing Narcissa to moan passionately. Harry watched with a lustful growl as he unbuttoned his slacks and released the dragon dick that was hiding inside. Narcissa gasped loudly as she saw the magnificent manhood of this thirteen year old boy and deeply wished that she could feel that dragon fuck her senseless. Hermione began kissing Narcissa’s left ear as she even more fiercely said, “Beg you master to fuck your mouth.”

Narcissa’s lips began quivering as she said with an intense moan, “Please master, I beg you to fuck my mouth with that huge, scaly cock.”

Harry smiled as he stepped forward and shoved his twelve inch dragon into Narcissa’s waiting mouth. Hermione quickly stood back up and placed her hands around Narcissa’s head, pushing and pulling her face on Harry’s erection. Narcissa’s eyes began to water as she succumbed to the pleasure of being dominated by these two teenagers. Within moments of this, Narcissa began to orgasm wildly as Hermione placed her crotch directly behind Narcissa's head, thrusting it towards Harry's crotch as if they were fucking each other through Narcissa. This caused Narcissa to have another orgasm right after the first one.

Harry could not deny that Narcissa was a top rate cock-sucker, as Harry’s dragon cock was expertly massaged and squeezed within Narcissa’s throat. More to the point, Harry felt that Narcissa had somehow managed to keep Harry from orgasming too soon after several minutes of face-fucking her. This became more obvious as when Harry felt his cock grow to fifteen inches, Narcissa’s throat loosened around his shaft while still sucking it expertly. Hermione noticed Harry getting antsy, as his growls became more frequent, and saw Narcissa’s eyes become glazed, letting Hermione know that Harry was close to cumming. Hermione then grabbed Harry’s head and passionately kissed him,pushing Narcissa’s face into Harry crotch, forcing the blonde witch to take all of his dragon cock. At that moment, Harry’s dick began vibrating and he orgasmed straight down Narcissa’s throat, with Hermione using her body to hold Narcissa’s head close to Harry’s crotch.

Narcissa had one of her biggest orgasms as she felt Harry’s dragon pour his seed directly into her stomach. She nearly passed out from feeling her lord fill her stomach, nearly expanding it as he did. Hermione finally stepped back after a moment, and as she did, Narcissa collapsed as she pulled out from Harry’s dragon cock, his cum pouring out of Narcissa’s mouth. Harry looked lustfully at Narcissa as his animalistic nature began taking over, but Hermione had other plans.

“You don’t get to fuck her Harry,” Hermione smiled, taking off her shoes and pants. “Not yet anyway. I want to see how good she is at eating my pussy first.”

Narcissa was in a bit of a daze as she heard Hermione say that, turning her head as she saw Hermione leaning against the desk with her bare pussy exposed. Hermione shot her a commanding look that told Narcissa to come over to the bushy haired girl and eat her out. Narcissa looked lustfully at Hermione, crawling towards her slowly on her hands and knees. Narcissa soon was at where Hermione wanted her, and Hermione instantly grabbed the blonde witch with both hands full of hair and shoved Narcissa into her pussy.

Harry lustfully stroke his dragon cock, half in an animalistic daze as he watched Hermione take control over the more adult Narcissa. Harry was somewhat surprised to see Hermione so dominant over Narcissa, especially considering the two witches backgrounds; Narcissa being a pureblood traditionist and Hermione a Muggleborn forward thinker. However, he could not deny how aroused he was becoming because of it. Hermione noticed this as she moaned from Narcissa’s tongue licking her clit while the blonde witch’s fingers worked into her pussy.

“If you want Harry, my ass is open,” Hermione said to him, and to prove it, she turned around with her stomach leaning against the desk leaving enough room for Narcissa to continue fucking the young witch’s pussy, and for Harry to drill his dragon dick into her ass. Harry didn’t need any more of an invitation. He quickly moved over to the witches and positioned himself towards Hermione’s backdoor. Hermione looked seductively at Harry as he positioned his large tip against her anal hole and once he pressed it into her, Hermione winced a little as she felt Harry’s dranagon press into her ass, all the while moaning from Narcissa licking and fingering her pussy. Harry took it slow, pushing gently into Hermione’s ass, even though the animalistic part of him wanted to push all the way in. However, Hermione’s ass was extremely tight, and Harry found it difficult to push even an inch of his dick into her. Fortunately, Narcissa had lubed Harry’s dragon with her saliva, so Harry was able to slide his dick further in to Hermione’s ass, but it took him several minutes of doing this.

Hermione was close to cumming from Narcissa’s licking her pussy when Harry began working a slow rythum of fucking her ass. As Harry finally had all twelve inches of his dick filling up her ass, Hermione bucked wildly as she had an intense orgasm from this and Narcissa. Soon after that, both Harry and Narcissa picked up their tempo, causing Hermione to scream in pleasure trying to match the moments of Harry’s thrusts. Harry at that point allowed his animalistic nature to take control as he fucked Hermione to several more orgasms with Narcissa lapping up Hermione’s juices like a hungry puppy. Hermione was about to collapse from exhaustion as Harry’s dragon once again grew to fifteen inches inside of Hermione’s butt and began vibrating, causing Hermione to squeal in delight as she had one final intense orgasm right before Harry orgasmed directly into her ass.

Hermione let out a loud scream as she felt Harry’s hot cum fill her ass, with Harry nearly collapsing on top of her. Narcissa began to moan as she felt the lustful heat from the two young people above her. Harry had to slowly pull his dick out from Hermione’s butt, and once he did, Narcissa lifted her head just enough place her tongue into Hermione’s asshole to taste the juices that were coming out of the young witch.

Once everyone had regained their composers, Harry and Hermione put their pants back on while Narcissa used her wand to clean them all up. After that, Harry reaffirmed that he would send an elf over to Grimmauld Place once Narcissa and Draco moved in. While Harry explained this, Hermione magically created a black leather chastity belt for Narcissa to wear.

“Put this on,” Hermione threw it over to Narcissa and said. “Make sure you give Harry your panties before you do.”

Narcissa was slightly shocked, but very much still aroused as she did what Hermione told her. Taking off her soaked silk silver lined panties, she handed them to Harry with a seductive smile. She then placed the chastity belt on herself, wincing in pain at how uncomfortable it was. Hermione then whispered to Harry, and Harry smiled as he pulled out the Elder wand and waved it in a crossing motion, muttering something that neither Hermione or Narcissa were able to make out. However, after a moment, Narcissa began feeling a tingling feeling in her pussy, like she was being teased by little fingers inside of it.

“I designed that chastity belt with special properties,” Hermione explained to Narcissa with a smile. “And Harry just modified it for you to only feel pleasure at certain times. We’re not going to tell you when those times are, as we want you to figure it out.”

“You won’t be able to take that off unless you figure out how to get pleasure from it,” Harry chimed in. “Until that time, you will find it somewhat uncomfortable, as you won’t be able to masturbate without doing exactly what we want. That’s your final punishment from me for now.”

Narcissa looked bewildered at the two teenagers as they walked out of the office and rejoined their group. A part of Harry did want to tell Narcissa that all she had to do was think about him fucking her, and the chastity belt would release, allowing her to masturbate while thinking about her master. As Harry and his group left Gringotts, Harry couldn’t help but to think that it was going to be a good summer.

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#4 Privet Drive-A week later, Just before noon

“Dad, are you expecting somebody?’ Dudley asked his father as he noticed an old white limousine from the living room window. The blonde haired, overweight boy had been reading comics near the window when he heard something pull in front of the house. “It looks like an old limousine, Dad.”

“Really Dudley my boy,” Vernon put down his newspaper and responded. The middle aged pudgy man got up from his recliner and went over to the window. Vernon looked through the window and was pleasantly surprised at seeing a vintage limousine in front of his home. “Well, I wonder who this could be. It might be an important person who’s come to do business with me.”

Vernon did not know how right he was, because at that moment a blonde haired adult female emerged from the back of it dressed in a light blue business suit with a matching skirt, a white buttoned blouse and black tie. Her hair was tied up in a bun with two parts hanging down each side of her face. Vernon smiled and was about to wave with enthusiasm when he noticed who exited the limousine behind the woman: Harry Potter.

Vernon and Dudley both went from cherry to downright shocked and appalled. Vernon’s face became beet red with anger as he looked at Harry and this mysterious woman boldly walk towards the front door. “Lock the front door, Dudley!” Vernon angrily said. “Don’t let that freak back in this house!”

Dudley moved as quickly as he could to reach the front door, but by the time he reached the door, Harry opened it and walked in to face his cousin, who stood shocked at seeing Harry standing like he was a man. Dudley couldn’t explain it, but this was a different Harry Potter that he had grown up with.

“Hello Dudley,” Harry said closing the door behind him. He had already told Arthuria that there was no danger to him here, thankful that the three girls decided for the time being that only one of them was needed to watch over Harry. Arthuria stood outside, patiently waiting for any sign of danger. Harry passed by Dudley without any more pleasantry, facing his Uncle Vernon with a big fat smirk on his face. “I bet you’re actually surprised to see me like this.”

Vernon hadn’t noticed, but Harry was much better dressed than what he usually wore around the house. Harry was wearing a very casual outfit though, a short sleeve blue shirt with a Dungeons and Dragons logo on the front of it, and a pair of stylish jeans. All of it was brand new, which made Harry wonder why he waited so long to buy new clothes. As a matter of fact, the day after their Gringotts trip, Sirius took Harry and the girls to a local clothing store nearby where Black Cottage was and bought him some new clothes. Thankfully Hermione was with them as they had help for the Pendragon sisters new wardrobe. Now that he was back inside this house, he wanted to make sure that Vernon knew that he wasn’t in control over Harry anymore.

“You can relax, Vernon. I won’t be staying long,” Harry told him, noticing Vernon’s face getting even redder at Harry not calling him Uncle. “Although, that’s not entirely true, as I will have to spend no more than 24 hours in this place, but I assure you after that, I won’t be living here anymore.”

“Good!” Vernon said, utterly flabbergasted. “Good riddance to freaks like you I say. One less mouth to feed as well. Why don’t you leave my house now, and never come back.”

“Oh, it’s not that easy, Vernon,” Harry smiled wider. “As much as it pains me to be around a bigot like you, I’m quite sure you know about the magical protection around this house, and in order for it to be maintained, I must stay here for one whole day once a year. Trust me, if I had my way, I would never set foot in this house ever again, but I don’t want your death, nor Dudley’s and Petunia’s, on my conscience. Another thing, Vernon, I have something to show you.”

Harry pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper and carefully unfolded it in front of Vernon. Dudley walked over to them and stood next to his father as Harry showed them what the paper was. “That...that...that’s the deed to my house!” Vernon all but shouted, his face now becoming somewhat purple. “How...why do you have that?”

“It seems that my parents left me this before they died,” Harry explained to them. “I found it inside the Wizarding bank in what you might call a safety deposit box. Of course, that’s not what wizards and witches call it; considering the actual size of it. Needless to say, this makes me the owner of this house, since my parents bought this house for you, and you were too pigheaded to accept the deed afterwards.”

“That’s not fair!” Dudley cried like a spoiled child at that point. “This is our house, not yours Potter! How can you own this house? You’re not even an adult yet!”

“I’m a wizarding lord, Dudley,” Harry looked at his pudgy-faced cousin. “That might be too hard to explain to an empty brain like you, but the basic deal is that as long as I have an adult to oversee matters, I can own property in your world, and do whatever I please with it.”

“And what do you plan to do with my house, Potter?” Vernon cocked his eyes as his fists were now clenched tightly. “Are you planning to charge me rent boy, huh? Going to try to keep me in line? I’ll burn this house down first before you’ll see a pound out of me.”

“You can keep your money, Dursley!” Harry snapped, annoyed at Vernon for even suggesting that. “If you had the money to move, you would have moved into your own place a long time ago, and not relied on my parents’ kindness. Also, I don’t think you can afford to buy or rent another home right now either, considering what you make from Grunnings, plus what you and Dudley eat in any given day. However, I’m not as cruel as you, and whether I like it or not, you are family. So, I will let you live here rent free, as long as you keep this place tidy and respectable, and on the day that I visit, I want you and Dudley gone for the entire day.”

“Preposterous!” Vernon shouted this time, forcing Dudley to cover his ears. “I will not be bullied out of my home! And how do you know how much I make at my job?”

“Well, I guess I should have mentioned that I have a majority stock percentage in Grunnings,” Harry smiled at Vernon’s discomfort. “I sent an associate of mine to Grunnings with all the paperwork needed to satisfy them so I could gain information about their current employees and how much they make. Oh, I also now know that many of your superiors there haven’t been impressed with you lately. As a matter of fact, one of them mentioned that you should be terminated for not meeting your quota for the past five years. However, I made sure that my associate informed your bosses that firing you would be a mistake on their part, and offered them monetary compensation for their trouble.”

Vernon took a step back, gasping for air and nearly collapsed on the floor.Dudley grabbed his father’s arm and helped him back to his recliner, believing Vernon was on the verge of a heart-attack. After a moment, Vernon regained his composer and took several long, deep breaths before looking at Harry. Vernon sighed as he stood up and faced Harry, this time in a defeated stance, which let Harry know that he had Vernon right where he wanted him.

“Dudley, go pack an overnight bag. We’re staying at a motel for the night.” Vernon said softly, his eyes locked on Harry with intense hatred. As Dudley worriedly looked at both Harry and Vernon, a thought popped into the near empty skull of the pudgy boy.

"What about Mum? Is she coming with us?" Dudley asked his father, though his eyes were looking at Harry. Harry, However, was the one to answer him.

“Aunt Petunia can stay, if she wants to,” Harry said, not taking his eyes off of Vernon, and smiling as he knew something that Dudley didn’t. In fact, Harry was suspecting this around this time, the first time he dealt with the Dursleys. The fact that Dudley never realized that both Vernon and Petunia had been avoiding one another as much as possible unless it was a matter that needed the both of them.

Vernon soon marched up the stairs with Dudley following while Harry went to the kitchen to get something to eat. While in there, he looked through the nearby window and saw Petunia working in the backyard, trimming some hedges that was against the wood fence that separated the Dursley's home from the home behind them. Harry took a bite of his sandwich, watching his blonde-haired, slim figured aunt tend to her backyard, with her firm round ass waving unknowingly at Harry. At that moment, Harry felt another type of hunger grow inside of him, and it wasn't coming from his stomach.

Outside in the backyard, Petunia stretched from her work on the hedges and glanced inside of her home. She wasn't that surprised to see Harry eating, as she did hear Vernon yell minutes before, and she knew that there was only one person who could get that kind of reaction, and that was her nephew Harry.

What did surprise her was something that Vernon and Dudley didn’t care to notice; Harry’s figure. Even looking through the patio windows, Petunia could tell that there was something very different about her nephew. For one, Harry looked several inches taller than the last time she saw him. He also looked like he had been seriously working out, as he wasn’t the skinny boy she saw last year. From his very posture, he fit his clothes, which Petunia noticed were new, very well made and could see Harry’s arms had become thicker, with his bicep flexing with almost every move he made. Her eyes almost tried to glance down at Harry's crotch, but she instantly realized that she was googling her own nephew.

Returning to the yard work, Petunia finished trimming the hedges against the fence and began to work on her small vegetable garden. Filling up her water pail from the outside water spigot, she started to water a part of the garden until she saw several wild weeds trying to grow inside her tiny garden. She put down the pail nearby and got on her hands and knees to pull the weeds out of the garden. She wasn't aware at that time that both Vernon and Dudley had already left, as she had lost track of time while she worked in her backyard. What she did know was that Harry was watching her every so often, as she would glance up from her work and see him staring at her from the patio. She also noticed that a blonde haired, very busty woman had entered her home and was also in the patio, not watching Petunia, but carefully paying attention to the surrounding around her. Petunia didn't know what to make of this woman, but Petunia thought this big breasted woman was a witch that was assigned to protect Harry.

Petunia managed to pull the last weed out of her garden and with a bundle of them in her gloved hands, looked over at the patio one last time before getting back to her feet. However, as she noticed that Harry wasn't in the patio, a low pitched growl caused Petunia to turn her head and see a black haired wolf with red eyes. Petunia tried to scream, but the instant fear of seeing this beast just inches from where she was, froze her entire body to the point where she could not utter a sound. What happened next was almost like slow motion to Petunia, as the wolf leaped incredibly high into the air, allowing Petunia to see the animal's incredibly long erection. Petunia's body was shivering as she suddenly realized that she was still on her knees, and at that moment, the black haired beast landed on top of her, forcing her to collapse with her face deep into her garden.

The wolf began ripping off of Petunia’s clothes with its sharp teeth, with Petunia trying to fend off the attack, turning onto her side and raising her arm to try to shove the beast off. However, all that caused was for the wolf to bite into Petunia forcing her to cry out in pain. A quick growl from the animal to Petunia’s face told her that the wolf meant business, so she once again froze in fear and the wolf returned to tear her clothes off of her body. First, her summer green blouse was tore off of her chest, then the beast began to start working on her bluejeans, beginning at her waist causing Petunia to jump a bit. As the last bits of her jeans were ripped off, and Petunia was down to her frilly purple thong and her blue lace bra, she wondered why Harry or that woman inside of her house had not come to help her.

Petunia tried crawling back to the house, but as soon as she managed to get an inch, the wolf quickly blocked her path back to the house, forcing her to try to back away. Unfortunately for Petunia, the wolf was incredibly fast and agile, and every little move Petunia made was countered by the beast. It was clear to her that the black furred animal had no intention of letting her get away, and in that moment of realization, the wolf jumped on top of her again, this time with its long, slimy dick directly in her face. The wolf tried forcing it's cock into Petunia's mouth, but Petunia was aware by that time of the beast's intentions. Doing her best to keep her mouth shut, Petunia tried to squirm from underneath the animal's body, only to have the beast scratch her body with its claws. The marks on her backside caused her to yelp in pain, and gave to wolf its opening to fuck the middle-aged blonde's mouth.

The beast was relentless, shoving its entire shaft in Petunia's mouth and throat, humping her face with intensity. Petunia tried to shove the beast away, by grabbing its hind legs and tried pushing the animal off. However, the wolf growled intensely and forced her completely on her stomach, her C cup breasts feeling the grass between the blue bra that became wet from the moistness of the ground. At that point, Petunia’s mouth was used for the beast’s pleasure, with the wolf fucking her mouth with reckless abadone. Before long, the wolf howled as it shot its seed directly into Petunia’s stomach, with the beast’s knot just in front of her mouth. Petunia realized that she had also cum, as the fear inside of her had masked how horny she had become from being raped by this animal.

The wolf removed it’s slimy cock from Petunia’s mouth, and Petunia coughed up small amounts of the wolf’s sperm as the wolf paced around the blonde-haired woman. Petunia managed to pull herself back to her hands and knees, and when that happened, the wolf mounted her again, this time with it’s long dick aiming for her purple thong covered pussy. Whether it was because she had lost the will to fight the beast, or she hadn’t felt a cock inside of her pussy in a long time, she slid down her thong giving the wolf access to her wet, tight pussy.

The animal penetrated her and shoved its twelve inch long penis deep into her. Petunia shuddered as she felt part of the beast's cock enter her womb with the first thrust, then as the beast began to fuck her, Petunia gasped as she felt immense pleasure from the wolf. She couldn't help or deny that she longed for a dick to properly fuck her, and she moaned softly as she began matching the wolf's fierce rhythm by bucking her hips wildly. Petunia felt the black haired animal drill her through several intense orgasms, and as she was fucked through them, she felt the wolf’s knot press into her pussy, making her entire pussy and womb belonging completely to the beast.

Petunia screamed as she looked over at the patio, and as she saw her reflection in the windows, she looked upon a furry face of someone she did not expect to see; Harry. Her eyes went wide-eyed as she realized that she was being fucked by her own nephew, but the pleasure she was feeling overwhelmed any common sense that told her that it was wrong. Before long, she actually shouted, “Fuck me Harry! Fuck your Auntie!”

When she said that, she didn’t care if anyone heard her, as Harry was on the verge of orgasming into her pussy and womb. Petunia pressed into the wolf’s body wanting Harry to pour his seed into her, not even caring if she got impregnated by her nephew. Sure enough, Harry howled loudly as he shot his load into her, causing Petunia to convulse wildly as she orgasmed herself, collapsing on the ground with Harry’s wolf form on top of her.

After that, Harry returned back to his human form, but in no way was he done with his aunt. Getting back to his feet, he picked up the limp form of Petunia and carried her back into the house. He spent the rest of the day fucking Petunia all over the house. He began in the dining room, then moved to the kitchen, over to the living room with Harry sitting on Vernon’s chair, then on the stairs leading up to the bedrooms, and finally the master bedroom. Petunia was half aware of how many times she had cum, as her limp, sweaty body was putty in Harry’s arms. The few times that Harry had taken a break and Petunia had regained a bit of her energy, she went down on his cock, relishing the taste of his mighty dragon.

By the time the next morning had come, Petunia woke in her bed, still completely naked with Harry’s dick firmly planted in her pussy. Smiling softly at her sleeping nephew, Petunia gave him a seductive kiss, and positioned herself on top of him, giving herself a quick ride before he woke. As she did, she noticed Arthuria, who she finally had a chance to meet during some late night fucking, was watching with a smile of her own, half aroused at the sight before her. Petunia was surprised that this busty blonde woman hadn’t taken part in yesterday’s events. However, as Harry’s protector, Arthuria was not allowed to let her defenses down, for want of something bad happening to Harry.

Petunia moaned lustfully as she realized that Harry was awake as he grabbed her waist and began thrusting into her . “I take it that you’ll be leaving with us, then.” Harry smiled as he pummeled Petunia’s sore pussy. Harry had already known about her loveless marriage, but during their fucking marathon last night; Petunia went into detail about it. She had told Harry that after Dudley was born, Vernon had stopped having sex with her and concerned himself with being a respectable man. Petunia wasn’t even allowed to purchase sex toys to help her on lonely nights, as Vernon kept a close eye on what she bought from stores, and if she managed to buy a dildo or a vibrator, Vernon would somehow find it and throw it in the garbage. Petunia knew for several years that the marriage was over, and had only stayed with Vernon for Dudley’s sake. Now, after Harry had pleased her to no end, and made her feel more like a woman than ever before, she knew what she was going to do.

“Yes, I’ll go with you Harry!” Petunia hoarsely screamed as she had another orgasm, her first of the new day. She almost collapsed on top of Harry as she continued riding his twelve inch dragon. “I’ve always been fascinated by your world, and I resented both Lily and you for years because I was never a part of it. I would love to see what type of world you live in now, even if that means that I’m going to be your slave!”

Harry was surprised by how horny his aunt was, but after learning that she was not even allowed to masturbate unless she knew it was safe, Harry couldn’t blame her hunger. Before Petunia passed out the night before, Harry had given her a choice; to stay here with Vernon and Dudley and Harry would not bother her again, or to come with him for the summer and Harry would show her his world as her master.

Petunia went through two more orgasms before Harry orgasmed into her womb one last time, fortunately not impregnating her, as Harry still planned on Hermione being knocked up first. From there, they both showered and had a great big breakfast before packing up Petunia’s things, and Harry grabbing anything that reminded him of his mother. It was just before noon when they exited the house, with Petunia leaving a note fastened to the front door as she locked it. She had written the note to both Vernon and Dudley just after she washed the dishes from breakfast, explaining that she was leaving with Harry for the summer and that she had finally given up on her marriage. The last line of the note she intended for Vernon alone and she had boldly capitalized it: I WANT A DIVORCE!

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Azkaban-June 29, 1994

Bellatrix Black was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall as she was looking at the silver ring that once was attached to her finger. The ring, once signifying her as “Lady Lestrange”, detached itself from her finger two weeks prior. At first, she wondered how this could be, as only the Lord of either the House of Black or the House of Lestrange could make this happen, and the current Lord of Lestrange was locked up while there was no current Lord of House Black since her grandfather died, or at least she believed until two weeks ago.

An Auror whom she had managed to turn while she was imprisoned had told her about Harry Potter, the most powerful wizard politically in all of Britain, and the Lord to the House of Black. The Auror, who was once a cocky brown haired witch before Bellatrix had got her hooks into her, kept her informed about anything important after Bellatrix promised to be a good little witch for the Auror. Of course, that was all a ruse to turn the Auror into Bellatrix’s plaything, but Bellatrix truly enjoyed breaking her. Bellatrix looked up for a moment and looked upon the naked skinny body of the Auror, as the smaller witch was just coming back to reality from orgasming so hard from Bellatrix dominating her. As the witch got dressed after asking Bellatrix’s permission, Bellatrix made a mental note to get rid of the Auror before she escaped Azkaban, as Bellatrix had no other use for the witch other than outside information.

The Auror left Bellatrix alone for about an hour, and during that time Bellatrix contemplated her future plans. For the most part, Bellatrix had been ready to break out of Azkaban for years now. However, she had been waiting for the right moment, especially since after her cousin Sirius managed to break out last year. No, she was a true supporter of Lord Voldemort, and unless someone more powerful than the Dark Lord approached her, she was planning to stay caged until she saw signs of the Dark Lord’s return.

“You have visitors!” A booming voice shook her out of her thought process, and as she looked towards her cell door. The cell door opened and to her surprise Draco Malfoy entered her cell, with his mother Narcissa following him with her head down. Bellatrix silently snickered at seeing this, knowing for a fact that her sister would never walk behind her son like that. This boy was obviously not her nephew, and with the way the boy smiled at Narcissa, there was only one person that this could be: Lord Black himself.

“Well, well. Harry Potter has come to visit little ol’ me,” Bellatrix laughed after the door to her cell closed and the person on the opposite side left. Harry kept smiling, however, unfazed by Bellatrix’s intuition. “Why have you come here, and why did you feel the need to use Polyjuice Potion to disguise yourself as Draco to come see me?”

“Well, since you already figured out who I am, I think it would be best for you to address me as ‘Lord Black’,” Harry said to her, sounding very much like Draco, which kind of repulsed him. "As for why the need to disguise myself, there are people who support my side or Voldemort's side who would see this meeting unfavorably on both of us. Neither of us want to answer those types of questions, Bellatrix.”

“Very wise for someone so young. However, you may be Lord to the House of Black, but there is only one Lord that I will ever serve,” Bellatrix laughed her usually crazy laugh. “He will return, you know, and when he does, you and Dumbledore will pay for your overconfidence.”

Potter smirked at Bellatrix in amusement. “Really? A Black willing to get down on her knees for a lesser wizard? A Half-blood no less? Because you think him powerful?” Potter shook his head bemused. “Your Dark Lord, Bellatrix, is a coward; surely you are smart enough to realize what the name Voldemort translates to from French? A name he crafted to hide his true name; to hide the fact he is a half-blood.”

“Who’s to say I bow to him?” Bellatrix got to her feet, slightly annoyed by Harry. “I said that I serve him, and that doesn’t mean that I will get on my knees for him. Also, do you think I am a buffoon. I didn’t become his servant blindly, I know about his lineage. I’m probably the only one in the Death Eaters who knows his real name is Tom Riddle. That gives me a lot of leverage with the Dark Lord, and I follow him because he and I want the same thing: power.”

“I can appreciate that somewhat, Bellatrix, but eliminating half of our populous based on their birth is not the way to do things,” Harry retorted. “If our population is to grow, we’ll need Muggleborns in our society. There are many outside forces that wish our destruction, and trying to destroy Muggleborns for a nonsense cause is wrong.”

Bellatrix smiled again, leaning against the back wall of the cell. “I don’t -disagree with that, but Muggleborns have an extremely bad habit of trying to change our ways. This is perhaps the only thing I disagree with Voldemort about. However, I will not allow them to change our way of life. Our traditions mean something!”

“Change is inevitable, Bellatrix, but traditions are very important. I promise as Lord Black that I will make sure that those traditions in the family stay.” Harry said calmly. “Now, as for the reason that I’m here. There’s something I need to get from your vault in Gringotts; the cup of Helga Hufflepuff.”

Bellatrix frowned intently and walked over to stand face-to-face with Harry. "You know what it is, don't you?" She asked, her eyes locked onto Draco's face. After Harry nodded, she warned, "You should avoid things you can't control. I hope you are aware of what happened to my cousin Regulus. He died painfully after handling one of them.”

“That item, which was a locket, is currently in Dumbledore’s possession,” Harry said, knowing that saying “horcrux” here might cause a commotion. “If you must know, Dumbledore and I have already found Ravenclaw’s diadem, the locket that belonged to Voldemort’s mother, and I just heard from Dumbledore that he found the ring before I came here. I take it you already know about the diary, and that Lucius’ stupidity led to its destruction.”

Bellatrix spat at hearing Lucius’ name, and she did not bother hiding the fact that she hated the man. However, she realized that Harry definitely knew about the horcruxes, and while that perplexed her, she did admire Harry’s boldness. “Well, I am impressed,” Bellatrix took a step back and smiled. “However, this does not sway me to do what you ask. Besides, what does Lord Black need my permission to enter my vault?”

“When you married Rodolphus, your vault became the possession of the Lestrange family,” Harry responded. “Unfortunately, when I dissolved your marriage to him, your vault remained in Lestrange control until the goblins finish going through the paperwork necessary to bring your vault back within Black family control. Getting your permission will give me access to the cup without having to wait all summer for them to finish.”

“Very well, but I want something in return.” Bellatrix smiled even wider. “Life in here can get really boring, especially without reading material. I want access to the Black family grimoires. Cissy can bring me them one at a time while she visits me in the future.”

“Fair enough, you are a Black after all, and have a right to read them,” Harry said casually. “However, I did want to discuss something about you future here in Azkaban. As Lord Black, perhaps I could help you with an early release, so-to-speak.”

“Curious,” Bellatrix crossed her arms over her large breasts and sighed. “I am perfectly content with staying here for the time being. You must have a reason for desiring my early release.”

Harry smiled as he admired the mind of Bellatrix. She was good at knowing what Harry was getting at, and equally good at drawing his attention at her large breasts, which Harry finally could glimpse at thanks from the light from the window. They were solid Ds, Harry had to guess, but he had to try to keep his libido in check.

“I think you already know about Lucius.” Harry said, trying to keep his eyes off of Bellatrix’s tits. “Most likely he’s trying to locate Voldemort, who’s been hiding in the shadows for all of this time. I suspect you know about why Lucius ran as well, his attempted line-theft, and his stealing of Black items and gold from the Black family vaults. If and when he finds Voldemort, I will need an ally who will keep tabs on both of them. There’s also another reason I want your release.”

“You want Cornelius Fudge to resign as Minister of Magic.” Bellatrix laughed. Harry was indeed surprised by Bellatrix’s intuition. “Oh, it looks like I surprised you again. I did tell you that it is dreadfully boring here, and rumors are what make things interesting here. There are many Aurors here, and they do love to spread idle gossip around. I must admit, it’s a rather bold move, and I am very much intrigued by this. What is your plan, Lord Black?’

Harry took a deep breath, and as he did, the light from the window allowed him to see what looked like a loose brick on the floor near the wall that separated Bellatrix’s cell and the outside world. However, Harry knew that this brick, which was beige colored and not grey like the bricks of the prison, was in fact C4, an explosive plastic known to the Muggle World. With the amount that Bellatrix had, it was clear to Harry that Bellatrix could blow the entire back wall and take out anyone in the vicinity, including Bellatrix if she wasn’t careful. Bellatrix noticed what Harry was looking at and nodded her understanding. “You know, the Aurors here don’t even think that this is strange.” She told Harry picking up the rectangular plastic and almost flaunting it in his face. “They think that this is a loose brick that discolored over the years. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion. Do you have something in mind?”

“For Fudge to look strong, he’s going to try to do whatever it takes to gain my favor,” Harry told her. “Fudge has tunnel-vision when it comes to certain things, which means he’ll become preoccupied with trying to side with me. I have no intention of letting that happen, and I’m already making plans for his removal. The most perfect time for your ‘release’ will be the day of the Quidditch World Cup, but the timing needs to be precise. It needs to be done when Fudge is at the event, but before the game actually begins. Although it is very likely that Lucius would have found Voldemort by then it would not do for him to have the glory for himself, would it?”

"So, what you're proposing could cause a major wrinkle for both Fudge and Lucius,” Bellatrix laughed again. She then nodded appreciatively and said to Harry. “Very well, I will go along with this plan for now. However, I remain a loyal servant to Voldemort, until you prove to me that you are indeed the better man.”

“I’ll have Narcissa let you know when it’s time to ‘leave’. As for me being the better man, let’s just say that I can easily prove that to you, if you’re interested.” Harry smiled with a wink. Even though Polyjuice was keeping him looking like Draco, Harry was confident that it wasn’t disguising his dragon, and if Bellatrix was interested, Harry was definitely willing to prove he was a better man. “Your sister already had a taste of me. Perhaps you might want a taste yourself.”

“Not now, Potter. For one thing you look like my worthless nephew, and he has too much of his father in him.” Bellatrix answered, sounding coy. “The other thing is that if you want to be a man and take me, you shouldn’t care about disguising yourself as someone else and just do it. Isn’t that right, Cissy?”

Narcissa kept her head down, but smiled at her sister, knowing that Bellatrix was a strong-willed witch, allowing only the strongest or most powerful of wizards to handle her. “Oh, and if you be a good little witch as you…’see yourself out’ I might allow Narcissa here tell you how much she enjoyed riding my dragon,” Harry nodded his goodbye to Bellatrix at that point and left with Narcissa smirking at her sister as she followed close behind. Harry had to admit that Bellatrix was very intelligent, gauging responses much like an expert chess player. Harry smiled as he imagined doing exactly what Bellatrix wanted, taking her as a man and making her submit to him. As he walked down the halls of the wizarding prison. He made a plan to do that to either Petunia or Narcissa when he got back to Black Cottage.

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Ministry of Magic-June 30, 1994

“Please? have mercy on me!” The short, fat, balding man behind a circular, metal cage shouted and cried equally. The cage was in the middle of a large, oval shaped room with several levels of seats surrounding the lowest section, where a caged Peter Pettigrew stood surrounded by handpicked Aurors pointing their wands directly at Wormtail’s head. Harry heard from Madam Bones herself that these Aurors were picked by Dumbledore, herself, and Alastor Moody himself. Minister Fudge was not at all happy hearing that the ex-Auror still had influence in the Ministry to help select Wormtail’s jailers, especially naming one of his newest pupils, Nymphadora Tonks, as Harry’s guard during these proceedings. Harry did feel somewhat crowded, as he had three blonde haired protectors already next to him, along with Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and Mad-Eye Moody himself.

“Peter Pettigrew, you are accused of conspiracy in the murders of James Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, murder of several Muggles in London, attempted murder of Sirius Black, Patriach of the House of Black,...” Fudge read the charges off of the parchment that was on his podium, completely full of hellfire and aiming it at Wormtail. Standing on Fudge’s right said was his direct UnderSecretary, Dolores Umbridge, who was smiling her maniacal smile directly at Harry, with Fudge slightly turned towards the fat witch’s position as if he was showing that he had players to back him.

Fortunately, Madam Amelia Bones was directly behind the two, standing much like a hawk eyeing her prey. Bones was a virtual statue, only moving her head to observe other wizards and witches reactions to what was going on before locking her eyes back on Fudge and Umbridge. To Harry, he was comforted by Bones there behind the Minister, making him look small to anyone who was watching the three of them.

“Do you have anything to say in your defense, Mr. Pettigrew?” Bones said after Fudge finished reading the charges.

“No, wait please!” Pettigrew all but whimpered at this point. “Don’t send me to Azkaban! I’ll do anything! I…I can give you names!”

“I seriously doubt that, Pettigrew!” Fudge laughed, albeit somewhat nervous as to who Wormtail could possibly name. “You disguised yourself in your illegal animagus form for the past twelve years and hid yourself with an unsuspecting wizard family as a housepet. There are no names you can offer that we don’t know already. I hereby declare you guilty and sentence you to Azkaban for the rest of your life.”

“One moment, Minister,” Bones stepped forward and forced Umbridge to step aside from the Minister. Umbridge frowned intently at being pushed to the side by Bones, but made no comment. “Mr. Pettigrew wronged two Houses when he committed those crimes. He wronged both the most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black, and as such, it is Lord Potter’s right as Lord to both of those Houses to decide Pettigrew’s punishment.”

Harry was completely shocked, as this was the first time he saw Amelia Bones make such a statement. Bones was known as a forward thinker, even though her choice for conservative attire. She was not known to call for extreme or traditional methods when it came to criminals.

“Very well, Madam Bones, if you insist,” Fudge frowned at the brown haired witch. He then looked over at Harry and smiled, hoping that he could get on Harry’s good side. “Lord Potter, what say you about the punishment of Peter Pettigrew?”

Harry stood up from the center of the group who surrounded him. Wormtail turned to face Harry, and fell down onto his knees grasping the bars hoping that Harry would give him the same mercy from the night of the Shrieking Shack and avoid the Dementors and from the walls of Azkaban. At that moment, Harry remembered what Snape once said about the Dementors to Sirius, and the Dementors’ Kiss.

“Last year, my biggest worry around this time was dealing with my uncle, my cousin, my aunt, and my uncle’s sister,” Harry told the Wizengamot. “My third year at Hogwarts had me sheltered and protected from a threat from the man who conspired against my parents. All of you here believed that wizard was Sirius Black, who escaped from Azkaban, and you thought that he was going to kill me. However, the truth was that Sirius was searching for the man who did betray my parents to Voldemort; Peter Pettigrew. That man in the cage is a coward who hid for twelve years and made it look like Sirius was the guilty party. He does deserve the same fate as Sirius, imprisoned in Azkaban where the Dementors can haunt him on a daily basis. However, I think it should be said that Pettigrew deserves death, so as Lord to both House Potter and House Black, I sentence Peter Pettigrew to serve twelve years in Azkaban, and after he serves that sentence, he is to be given the Dementor’s Kiss.”

A loud roar from the crowd came after Harry said that, with much of his group shocked at Harry suggesting the Dementor’s Kiss. Hermione was the most shocked, pulling close to Harry and saying into his ear, “That’s rather dark, Harry. He doesn’t deserve something like that.”

“Silence!” Madam Bones shouted, still keeping her composer. The crowd finally quieted down and Bones made her final statement. “Aurors, take Mr. Pettigrew to Azkaban so he can begin serving his punishment.”

“The Wizengamot is hereby adjourned.” Fudge said angrily, his face showing obvious discomfort at not being in control. Wormtail was lowered down beneath the floor by some sort mechanical contraption as the rest of the Wizengamot dispersed out of the room in slow fashion. Dumbledore faced Harry gave Wormtail, but said he understood why Harry did so. Snape mentioned to Harry that he was actually looking forward to seeing Pettigrew receive the Dementor’s Kiss, but right after Snape mentioned that, Fudge and Umbridge approached the group with insincere smiles.

“Lord Potter, I must applaud you for handling of the situation. It was something only a true, proper lord would do to a criminal like Pettigrew,” Fudge said warmly, offering his hand for Harry to shake it. Not wanting to be too rude, Harry shook the man’s hand reluctantly, hoping that whatever Fudge wanted, it wouldn’t take too long. “Allow me to introduce Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary.”

Umbridge kept her smile, which looked somewhat forced by this point, and nodded to Harry. Thankfully, the fat witch did not offer her hand when Fudge released Harry’s. However, Umbridge did have a knack of making Harry feel very uncomfortable.

“I feel that I must apologize for bringing up your terrible past, Lord Potter,” Fudge said with a gentle tone. “However, this all stemmed from that, and I hope that after this, you have a sense of closure.”

“A bit, yes,” Harry said with a frown. “Was there something you need of me, Minister?”

“To the point I see,” Fudge laughed nervously. “Since this is your first time within the Ministry, I do feel that it’s worth mentioning that you have yet to have the Trace removed from your wand. I would consider it a great honor if you would allow me to remove it for you.”

“I do apologize, Minister Fudge, but Madam Bones already offered to do so,” Harry responded, keeping his eyes locked on Fudge’s face. “In fact, I’m about to head over to her office now, so if you will excuse me.”

Harry and his group began to turn away from Fudge and leave the room. Unfortunately, Umbridge uttered a screeching giggle that froze everyone in their place, with Sirius muttering under his breath, “Merlin, I hate that woman.”

“I’m sorry to interject, but one might think that you wished to avoid Minister Fudge,” Umbridge said in a bit of a singsong fashion. “Of course, if rumors are to be believed, you are trying to have the Minister resign from his position. Also, I find it peculiar to hear rumors of you visiting Azkaban recently.”

“I’m surprised to hear that the Senior Undersecretary listens to rumors,” Madam Bones joined to group and looked straight at the smaller, round witch. Bones did not hide his displeasure at talking to Umbridge, and with Harry smiling at the taller witch’s arrival. “Just because there are rumors floating about Lord Potter, doesn’t mean you have to listen to them. More importantly do remember your place, making baseless statements without proof would...have dire consequences or have you forgotten the standing Lord Potter possesses in our community?” Bones looked at Umbridge and then to Fudge to see that the Minister understood the gravity of her words.

“Pardon me, Amelia, but one of my responsibilities is to protect the Ministry, and the Minister from those who would threaten his power.” Umbridge said, with both her and Fudge frowning at Bones. It was clear to everyone else that Fudge and Bones were not on the best of terms anymore. “Listening to rumors is paramount to protecting Cornelius from someone like you.”

“Insulting as always, Dolores,” Bones retorted. “But if makes you happy, by all means, waste your time; just be mindful about acting on rumors that have no basis in truth. However, you need to be reminded that Minister Fudge is still under investigation for his actions during Sirius Black’s unlawful imprisonment. You are also aware that Patriarch Black is Lord Potter’s godfather, and if it wasn’t for the events regarding Patriarch Black’s imprisonment, he surely would have taken custody of Lord Potter after his parents deaths. As such, one can’t blame Lord Potter for not being too happy with the Minister Fudge for his past actions. Now, as head of the DMLE, it is my responsibility to remove the Trace off Lord Potter, so I’ll escort him to my office to do that now.”

Bones cleared the path for Harry by boldly walking away with Harry quickly excusing himself to Hermione and the rest of the group. Tonks followed Harry along with the three Pendragon women. The six of them entered one of the elevators, and rode it towards the floor where the main offices were located. Every time Harry rode in these elevators before he went back in time; he was reminded of riding the carts in Gringotts. A few seconds later, the elevator lurched to a stop as they arrived at the Second level that housed the main offices of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the office of its current head, Madam Amelia Bones.

Bones led the way to her office, which took a bit of time as they walked down a long stretch of hallway, lined with red carpet along the corridor. While Harry has been on this level in an alternate future he has never seen this side of the DMLE. After almost five minutes, Madam Bones opened a door on the left side of the hallway and waited for Harry to enter it.

“Miss Tonks, you and these three ladies can wait outside. This won’t take long,” Bones told the pink haired witch. She then faced the Pendragon women, and said “I assure you that your master will be safe while under my care.”

Arthuria nodded her understanding with a knowing smile, and the three blonde women took positions around the door. Harry looked at a very small office with several stacks of paperwork all over the room. As Bones closed the door behind them, Harry felt somewhat cramped as their wasn’t much room for the two of them to move around. Bones gave Harry a slight smile and a wink as she pulled her wand out from under her black robes and cast a simple levitation spell on her desk. Harry looked as the desk rose high above both of their heads with a portion of the floor attached to it. From where the desk originally was now had a small stairway that led one floor down. Harry walked down into a much larger room with walls made out of black volcanic glass, several torches with purple flame lighting the room, a fireplace that remained unlit, obviously for secret Floo transports, and a large oval table with no seats around it.

“I wanted you to see this place, as I believe that Lord Voldemort will indeed return, and this room will be once again useful,” Bones said, using her wand to lower her desk back down, sealing them inside. “This might be considered a ‘War Room’, or ‘Situation Room’ in the Muggle world, but it serves the same function. Essentially, I use this room mainly to consolidate information from Aurors and other DMLE assets around the country, and some outside of our normal jurisdiction. Sometimes I might have them take missions that might skirt the bounds of both Magical and Muggle laws, but I assure you that we do not break them.”

“So, you mean black ops, right?’ Harry looked at her. “Missions where the politicians can not know what’s going on until the mission is complete. Usually reserved for the worst type of people imaginable. Terrorists mostly, I believe. However, isn’t missions like this generally handled by the Minister himself.”

“No, although he does know about them,” Bones smiled. “It was decided long ago that the head of the DMLE would handle these types of missions, as Ministers are the biggest politicians here. I personally would prefer that Fudge remain distant from these matters. He is very much indecisive unless someone powerful backs his play.”

Harry tried to suppress a laugh as Bones moved over to the table and indicated to Harry to place his original wand on the table. Harry pulled his holly wand from the back of his pants and laid it on the table in front of Bones. Smiling, she waved her wand around her body and over Harry’s wand; with Harry looking carefully at what Bones was doing. As Bones was working on removing the Trace, Harry noticed that her clothes began transforming into something less conservative, and a lot more revealing. Harry’s eyes almost popped out as Bones’ Ministry robes vanished and her full-length purple dress turned into a short-sleeve purple blouse that easily showed her very large tits, with no bra, as Harry could easily see her nipples pressing against the purple cloth. Her long skirt was drastically shortened to almost her crotch, about half an inch lower if Harry had to guess. Harry was easily becoming aroused by the show he was getting from Bones.

“Like what you see, Lord Potter, or can I call you Harry, now that we’re alone? Likewise you can call me Amelia when we’re alone,” Amelia smiled as she put down her wand next to Harry’s. “The removal of the Trace is complete, by the way. It’s a rather simple removal spell; I could have done it anywhere, but I wanted to make sure that we were alone for it.”

“You can definitely call me Harry,” He said a little bit enthusiastically. “However, I do have to ask why you are doing this. Is it because you heard rumors about my, shall we say, dragon?”

“Partly. I did hear certain things from my niece, Susan,” Amelia approached Harry slowly and said. “I don’t know where she heard it from though. I do wish to talk to you about her though, and the possibility of her being ‘Lady Hufflepuff’. Also, I think it’s clear that you do want Fudge’s removal as Minister of Magic, as do I. I think we both know that his incompetence has done more harm than good.”

Amelia began unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, and Harry noticed that her DD’s were either going to pop out of her blouse or they were going to burst out of there. Harry tried to keep his animalistic lust in check as he responded, “Well, with the exception of Hermione, I’m not really looking for perspectives wives just yet. Perhaps we can revisit that topic later this summer; with Susan, and Hermione present. As for Fudge, I wasn’t trying to be stealthy with wanting him gone. Especially with his actions involving Sirius and Hagrid the year before. Let’s just say I have set something in motion that Fudge can’t stop.”

"Well, whatever you have planned, I would advise you to take extra care, as both Fudge and Umbridge have spies within every department here." Amelia was standing only a foot away from Harry as she unbuttoned another part of her blouse. Harry was half-listening, as his eyes were locked on Amelia's cleavage becoming more revealing. "I suspect that there are spies in Azkaban too, so I wouldn't make any more trips there unless it was deathly important. Don't be too surprised that I know about you visiting Bellatrix Lestrange, a known Death Eater, as even Polyjuice can't hide all of your, shall we say, assets."

“Bellatrix Black, I dissolved the marriage of both Narcissa and Bellatrix.” Harry stepped forward, his hands struggling to keep themselves next to his sides. Amelia winked at him again as she undid another button and at that point, her huge tits popped out of her blouse and into Harry's vision.

"Officially, that is true. However, she was imprisoned as a Lestrange, and like Gringotts, it needs to go through a bunch of red tape to refer to her once again as Bellatrix Black," Amelia responded, taking a step closer to Harry, taunting her tremendous breasts at the wizard's face. "Now, Harry, I hope you don't think that I'm showing you my assets for free. After all, you are the first wizard who has gazed upon these beauties in a long time."

Harry understood instantly what Amelia wanted, and slowly began to unfasten his trousers. Amelia's eyes locked onto Harry's crotch as Harry decided to tease her by slowly undoing his pants. Unfortunately though, he no longer wore any type of underwear down there, so after he let his pants fall down to his ankles, Amelia looked upon the most magnificent cock that she ever had set her eyes on.

"Merlin, that is a truly spectacular cock," Amelia said, her eyes glued to the twelve inch long red scaly dick standing erect in front of her. "I've heard legends about the Drakons, those who are blessed with the royal blood of the first king of all dragons. Legends say that the Drakon is a true alpha male among all other men, with the instinct of a ferocious breeder, and if a fertile woman is near, he won’t stop until that woman is impregnated by him.” Amelia looked Harry in the eyes and smiled lustfully.

Amelia’s right hand was shaking as she slowly reached for Harry’s dragon, and as she moved her hand slowly towards it, something that hasn’t happened since Harry was taken back in time, his cock began to glow, which meant that Amelia was definitely fertile. Harry’s common sense was becoming harder for him to access at that point as the dragon inside of him was craving the need to impregnate the witch in front of him. However, Harry had enough sense in him to keep himself from taking the Ministry witch.

“You’re fertile, Amelia,” Harry warned her. “If we go any further, then I won’t be able to stop until I filled you full of my seed. Besides, I promised myself that Hermione would be the first one I impregnate.”

“I can understand that, Harry, as she is your first fiance and there are other prospective young witches who desire your babies inside them, my niece being one of them.” Amelia was slightly breathless as her hand was still stroking Harry’s long cock. “However, a woman like me has needs, Harry, and while I’m not ready yet to become a mother, I can’t deny the desire in me. So, I will try to keep you from taking me fully, as I am experienced at keeping myself in control, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have some fun.”

Amelia looked down at Harry’s cock with a soft smile, and Harry could feel the trembling in her hand as she felt the heat from the glowing red shaft. Harry growled as Amelia stroked his red scaly dick and reached for her large breasts. Amelia moaned as she felt Harry’s hand squeeze her large tits, with Harry licking his lips wanting desperately to dive his head into them. Amelia took a step closer and used her free hand to grab the back of Harry’s head, and slowly moved him to her hard nipple. Amelia’s stroking intensified as Harry began making a meal out of her nipples, working on the left one first before switching over to the right. Harry was growling through Amelia’s nipples and began biting gently, causing Amelia to moan loudly. Around that time, the desk that was covering the entrance to the secret area was lifted and the pink haired Nymphadora Tonks slowly crept down, followed closely by the young Artoria.

The two young women looked at the scene in front of them, obviously turned on by the sight before them. Artoria wanted to join, but Tonks held her arm in front of Artoria, as it wasn’t their jobs to give in to their lust. While they were watching, Harry moved one of his hands underneath Amelia’s skirt, where he touched her moist pussy; Harry very surprised that she wasn’t wearing any kind of panties or thongs. Amelia’s eyes widened as she felt Harry’s fingers trace the folds on her slit, feeling a bit of a cold chill from her body. As Harry’s fingers slid inside her moist pussy, Amelia gasped and her own hand began stroking Harry’s glowing rod faster.

Amelia knew that Harry might go further than just fingering her, so she took control of the situation. She pulled Harry’s head from her huge breasts before dropping to her knees and slid his dragon between her tits. Harry instinctively moved his hips while Amelia’s breasts engulfed his shaft completely. Harry’s growls almost matched his motion of fucking Amelia’s tits, causing Amelia to lustfully moan loudly. Tonks, who had her own knees shaking at that point from masturbating, gasped loudly enough for both Amelia and Harry to notice that they had an audience.

“Well, I shouldn’t be too surprised, Nymphadora.” Amelia smiled through her moans. “After all, I was the one who removed the Trace off of your wand three years ago. You know how long it would take to remove it. However, it does leave me with a question: why are you two still dressed or are you just going to stand there watching?”

“Well, I was originally concerned with what was going on, but when we came down to this, we didn’t think it was a good idea to disturb you two.” Tonks responded as she began stripping off her clothes, followed closely by Artoria. Harry had to admire how both women, who were stripping, were wearing business suits; Tonks with an orange and brown one, and Artoria wearing a light blue and white one. “However, since you suggested, I always wondered how you might taste, Amelia.”

Once Tonks and Artoria got naked, they got onto their knees and began crawling towards Harry and Amelia. Harry’s focus was becoming overwhelmed as he looked at the gorgeous bodies around him, Amelia servicing his dragon cock with her large DDs, Tonks almost matching it with her DDs that was only mildly shorter than Amelia’s, and Artoria’s B cup breasts that were pointing out proudly. Harry was quickly reaching his climax, as Amelia started licking the tip of his dick teasingly and squeezing his shaft tightly between her large breasts. Harry growled loudly and ferociously as his scaly erection grew to its fifteen inch length and began vibrating, and even though it was still between Amelia’s tits, his cock glowed in a flashing motion with each vibration. Right at the moment of Amelia wrapping her lips around the tip of Harry’s dragon, Harry nearly roared as he shot his seed into the older witch’s mouth, Amelia trying to take Harry’s sperm into her stomach, but it was coming out in huge amounts and so quickly that the adult witch couldn’t take it all. Amelia was forced to lean back a bit and a good portion of Harry’s cum spilled onto Amelia’s huge breasts. When Harry had stopped orgasming, he leaned against the oval table looking at Tonks and Artoria both hungrily looking at him. Harry’s erection went back to its twelve inch length and as Tonks went over to Amelia to begin licking Harry’s sperm off of her large breasts, Artoria grabbed Harry’s dragon and quickly put it into her mouth.

Afterwards, Harry took turns pleasing Artoria’s and Tonks’ mouths with his dragon. Unfortunately, right as he was thinking about entering their backsides, time seemed to freeze around him with Amelia presenting her ass as she was leaning on the table with Tonks laying on the table allowing Amelia to eat her out. Artoria was standing next to Harry when a voice echoed in his head.

“You need to be careful, Harry,” The voice giggled and Harry quickly recognized who it was; Aphrodite. “After all, you’ll need your energy for tonight.”

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Black Cottage-Later that night

Hermione and Dobby stood in front of a simple oak cabin in the middle of a dense, thick forest. The cabin was in fact Black Cottage, located in the middle of Gwydir forest in Wales, which was quite well hidden by just a simple magical barrier, as the portion of the forest they were in was remote enough to safely use their magic. Unfortunately, Hermione was going back to her parents, and she didn’t get a chance to get one last romp with her fiance. She loathed to admit it but she has become quite addicted to his big dragon cock.

Harry walked out of the cabin and embraced Hermione one last time before he left for Japan. After what happened in the Ministry of Magic, Harry was very quiet. He did get to fuck Amelia, Artoria, and Tonks after Aphrodite’s warning, but he was careful enough not to go too far, as he didn’t want to impregnate Amelia. After their little fuckfest, Amelia officially named Tonks as Harry’s protector and suggested to Harry that he should visit the Japanese Ministry of Magic before going to Yokai Academy. After getting dressed Harry left with his group shortly after, with Sirius and Remus noticing that both Tonks and Artoria were having trouble walking.

After they left the Ministry, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape left for Hogwarts, but not before Harry made sure that Dumbledore took the cup that Harry had taken from Bellatrix’s vault earlier that morning before they all arrived at the Ministry. Dumbledore assured Harry that all of the items would be kept in a safe and secret place, and would have the teachers of Hogwarts use their skills to see to that. Harry was already assured that Dumbledore was going to keep the horcruxes safe until the goblins were ready to extract the souls inside of them.

After that, Harry and his group returned to Black Cottage where Harry spent the rest of the day making final arrangements before they left for Japan the next day. One of those things he did was to assign Dobby to watch over Hermione while he was in Japan. Harry had already sent Kreacher to Grimmauld Place to teach Narcissa and Draco how to do menial tasks like cooking and cleaning, Harry had to explain to Kreacher, much to the old elf’s distaste, why Draco is being punished. When Kreacher learned of the betrayal of House Malofy the got a vindictive look in his eyes; Kreacher does not, like the goblins, suffer thieves. The rest of the time Harry had a laugh at watching Sirius trying to get Arthuria’s attention, with Arthuria spurning Sirius’ advances. While Harry was watching that, he started thinking about the warning he got from Aphrodite and what it meant.

Ever since he was sent back in time, Harry had a bad feeling that he was being manipulated. Not by Dumbledore, or by the evil he was sent back to fight, it was in fact the three goddesses that sent him back in time to do it. He really didn’t have any proof, but after he defeated and fucked Artemis in the Forbidden Forest, he ended up having that same bad feeling. Thinking back on it, Harry thought the battle against Artemis wasn’t all that difficult. Now after Aphrodite’s warning, Harry felt like the three goddesses were playing some sort of game, making Harry feel more like a chess piece rather than who he really was. Harry made a mental note to read up on the mythology of the Greek gods and goddesses; they may be myths but it might help him understand what he was dealing with.

It finally came time for Hermione to go back to her parents, and right before Dobby grabbed her hand and disapparated, Harry gave Hermione one last tight hug and one last passionate kiss. Hermione shed a quick tear before Dobby took her away, leaving Harry to go back to the cabin in a bit of a sour mood. Or so he thought.

“You should have heeded my warning, Harry,” Aphrodite laughed as she popped out behind Harry and grabbed him tightly from behind. The next instant had Harry and Aphrodite disappear from Gwydir forest and they transported into another wooded area. Harry had no idea where he was, but as Aphrodite released him, Harry began to sense a powerful magical aura around the place, as if the world itself was brimming with magic.

After looking around him before turning to face the goddess Harry looked at her in amusement, “And you think telling 3 horny, naked witches ‘no’ after seeing that I was still hard, was possible? I guess Artemis didn’t tell you much about her experience in the Forbidden Forest with her hunters then. Considering after that night they, including Artemis herself, are no longer virgins.”

“None of that impresses me, young dragon,” Aphrodite giggled, circling around Harry slowly. “My sister was a virgin, as you stated, and even though she has tremendous stamina, it is based on combat and hunting. The same goes for her hunters, they have great stamina, just not when it comes to sex. If you really want to have your stamina tested, then allow me to be the judge to see how long you can truly last.” Aphrodite licked her lips in anticipation to see if Harry will accept the challenge.

Harry showed no hesitation, stripping off his clothes as quickly as he could. Aphrodite smiled as she kept circling Harry, admiring every muscle and body part, licking her lips again when she saw his twelve inch dragon. Harry threw his clothes over to the closest tree and prepared himself to fuck the goddess of love, but as he turned to face her, he saw the naked form of Hermione lustfully smiling at him.

“Did you expect me to play fair?” Aphrodite’s voice said through Hermione’s mouth. Laughing seductively she walked up to Harry and kissed him passionately. She immediately grabbed his dragon while she had her lips locked on Harry’s, her tongue entwining with his. Aphrodite began to stroke Harry’s red scaly cock furiously while moaning heavily into Harry’s mouth. She finally broke her embrace, locking her eyes onto his and said, “By the time I’m done with you, young dragon, you won’t be able to fuck anyone else for at least a week.”

“You shouldn’t be calling me that, Aphrodite,” Harry warned, nodding towards his cock in her hand. “It should be obvious I’m no ‘little dragon’, which you are about to find out.”

Hermione’s form dropped down to her knees and began stroking Harry’s dragon faster. Harry instinctively began bucking his hips, waiting for Aphrodite to wrap her lips around his cock and begin to suck it. However, she just looked up and smiled at Harry, saying “I’m not going to suck it, young dragon. I can sense what all men want, do you really think that you’re special enough to…”

Harry was not willing to hear Aphrodite boast anymore, as he grabbed her head and drilled his dragon directly into her mouth. Harry was no longer holding back his animalistic nature, unlike those times when he fucked all of females before. Harry growled, “You shouldn’t play with fire...if you don’t want to handle the heat that is. Playing games with a dragon is dangerous business.”

Aphrodite moaned in shock as she took all twelve inches of Harry’s manhood. Her hand moved from his dragon and grabbed the young wizard’s ass, trying to keep control over Harry’s aggressive motions. Aphrodite had never felt anything like this, and she had sucked plenty of young men’s cocks. This was something different, more than anything she had ever tasted. However, she wasn’t going to be one-upped by this wizard, so she transformed from Hermione to the smaller, blonde-haired Luna Lovegood.

Unfortunately for the goddess, Harry’s thrusts were not slowing down. As a matter of fact, Harry growled even louder, telling Aphrodite that he wasn’t impressed with her changing forms. Aphrodite changed forms again, this time the more adult Minerva McGonagall, hoping to regain control of the young stud. When that didn’t work, she changed to Poppy, then to Narcissa before getting Harry’s attention with Bellatrix. All while she was changing forms; Aphrodite’s arousal had climbed exponentially, and her bare pussy began getting very wet. Thankfully, Harry had slowed down his thrusts allowing Aphrodite to enjoy tasting his dragon. Aphrodite began controlling the motion again, and as she did, she moved one of her hands down to her pussy and started fingering herself.

Harry’s growls were getting louder, and soon he felt his dragon grow inside of Aphrodite. Aphrodite was quite shocked at feeling Harry’s cock grow inside of her throat, and she shuddered as she felt herself coming close to orgasm. After several long moments, Harry came first, exploding down Aphodite’s throat. Aphodite orgasmed violently after drinking the vast amount of the young wizard’s sperm. When their orgasms subsided, Aphrodite collapsed on the ground while Harry stumbled over to a tree.

“My, I can see why all of those girls crave your cock, young dragon,” Aphrodite said, still in Bellatrix’s form. “However, if you want to prove that you can truly fuck a goddess, then you better get off that tree and get over here to fuck me.”

Harry nearly jumped on top of her at that point, but not before appreciating Bellatrix’s naked form. Harry saw it all, Bellatrix’s pale skin, her toned yet skinny body, her huge D size tits, and her waiting wet pussy. Harry laid on top of her and immediately shoved his entire dragon into her. Aphrodite winced in pain as she had never had a cock impale her entirely on the first thrust.

“Styx! I never had a dick enter me like this!” Aphrodite screamed, shocked at the feeling of Harry’s dragon was giving her. He wasn’t even fucking her yet, and still Aphrodite actually felt like Harry’s cock belonged inside of her. “Never before has anyone taken my pussy like this. You’re definitely more than just a young dragon.”

Harry started to fuck her at that point, taking one of her breasts in his mouth, giving the goddess of love intense pleasure. Aphrodite screamed and moaned as she was thankful that she teleported both of them here, as there was no one around for miles. Harry bit into her right nipple, thrusting faster and harder into her with his dragon, and before long, Aphrodite had another intense orgasm.

After her orgasm subsided, Aphrodite changed forms again, this time into someone Harry did not know. A younger red-haired girl with big green eyes, and even bigger tits, at least a DD Harry had to guess. Harry kept sucking the right nipple, but was a bit surprised by Aphrodite flipping them around, with Aphrodite now on top of Harry. She began riding Harry’s red scaly cock, moaning lustfully as she said, “This is Rias Gremory, a high class demon from another world. And this is her friend Akeno.”

Aphrodite instantly changed into a brunette female who had her hair tied up in a long ponytail with two strands of her hair framing her face. The girl was about the same size as the redhead, but her breasts were clearly much bigger than all of the others Aphrodite had changed into. This Akeno had to be at least DDD size, perhaps more, which amazed Harry that someone who was not even an adult could have tits that big.

Harry grabbed the huge tits after he stopped sucking on them, squeezing and massaging them as Aphrodite picked up her tempo. Unfortunately, Akeno’s tits were a big weakness for the goddess, as everytime Harry squeezed and pinched her big nipples, Aphrodite moaned lustfully, feeling another orgasm approaching. Harry began noticing by the way Aphrodite was bucking her hips, and matched her tempo by thrusting into her fast and hard. Harry took her left nipple into his mouth and bit hard, causing the goddess to scream loudly and took her to her orgasm, cumming hard on Harry’s dragon.

Aphrodite took several more forms after her orgasm subsided, half Harry recognized, while the other forms Aphrodite took Harry didn’t know, but aroused him greatly. Harry actually orgasmed during one of those forms, a silver-haired, piercing blood-red eyed vampire that Aphrodite told him was named Moka. Aphrodite was flipped back around and Harry took control once again. Aphrodite allowed the young wizard to keep control as she kept changing forms, this time to gauge Harry’s reactions. Aphrodite was in full-pleasure mood now, not really caring about the game she had been playing anymore. Harry had been fucking her better than any man, or god, had ever done. She orgasmed several more times, and caused Harry to shoot his sperm into her pussy one more time when she took the form of a long blonde haired, elf-eared girl named Zelda. Sweat was now clearly pouring off both of Harry’s and Aphrodite’s bodies, but Harry wasn’t quite finished with the goddess of love.

Harry got off of Aphrodite, pulling his dragon out of the goddess’ pussy, and positioning it at the entrance of her asshole. “I must admit that I’m amazed with your stamina, Harry,” Aphrodite panted as she got on all fours and presented a better angle for her ass. “However, you haven’t proved to me that you can truly take me, and I have one last form to take.”

Aphrodite smiled lustfully as she changed from the smaller form of Zelda to a very familiar red-haired, green-eyed witch; his mother Lily. Harry looked completely shocked at seeing Aphrodite take this form, but couldn’t deny that he was aroused greatly by his own mother’s naked body, with her massive DDD tits pressing against the cold grass. Harry wasn’t going to hesitate anymore, and mounted her from behind. Harry pushed hard into the goddess’ ass, causing Aphrodite to scream loudly as she felt every inch press hard into her.

“Fuck! Your dragon is tearing my ass apart!” Aphrodite screamed as Harry slowly moved back and forth, using the lubrication he got from Aphrodite cumming on his cock to help him maneuver inside of her. Within minutes, Harry was truly fucking Aphrodite’s ass, with her screaming loudly from the feeling. Aphrodite was orgasming soon after that, with Harry spanking her ass cheeks every few seconds. Aphrodite was nearly exhausted after cumming several times from her ass, and collapsed soon after, returning back to her long blonde-haired naked form. Aphrodite was half lucid as Harry leaned on top of her. When Harry shot his final load into Aphrodite’s ass, Harry actually collapsed on top of her, completely exhausted himself. Harry’s dragon rested inside of Aphrodite’s ass, and as slumber finally took him, he heard Aphrodite say, “You are definitely my master, Harry Potter.”

Harry opened his eyes some time later, still on top of the goddess of love with no idea what time it was. He pulled out of Aphrodite, who was still slumbering, and stood up to stretch his entire body. Harry began getting dressed, and as he finished doing so, a mysterious light blue skinned feminine figure appeared right in front of Harry hovering a few feet in front of him.

“The goddess Hylia welcomes you,” The blue skinned female said to him. She talked much like a robot, or a machine, even though Harry saw nothing that looked like this female was some sort of machine. “You may call me Fi, Harry Potter. I have been expecting you.”

“What do you mean, you've been expecting me?" Harry said a little suspicious of what that meant. "I have no idea of where I am."

"You are in the kingdom of Hyrule, in a forest known as the Lost Woods," Fi stated matter-of-factly. "I have been waiting for the Chosen One to pull me from my place of rest. When evil rises, and darkness begins to swallow all that is good and just, then I am awakened from my slumber and wait until the one chosen to pull me from my place of rest.”

“I’m still confused. Who and what are you?” Harry looked closer at this blue skinned female.

“I am Fi,” She repeated to Harry. “I am the spirit that resides within the Master Sword. To pull me from my place of rest, three challenges must be completed before you claim the Master Sword as yours. I will lead you to each challenge. Please follow me.”

Fi turned into a blue cloud of energy and slowly floated towards a mist that was now forming around the thickest part of the woods. Harry followed slowly, focusing on the blue ball of energy, as soon as he entered the mist, all sense of direction was lost except for the light that Fi was providing. Harry tried to rely on his magical and animalistic senses to get past this dense type of fog, but it seemed like the mist itself was dulling his senses. Fi swerved left and right through the woods until she led Harry to a small clearing where Harry saw a golden triangle hovering three feet off the ground. No, not a triangle, more like three small triangles that formed a bigger one, with the top triangle pulsing as Harry got closer.

“This is the Triforce,” Fi stated hovering over to the left of the symbol. “Three golden triangles that symbolizes wisdom, courage, and power respectively. Although, this is not the true Triforce, as it has been hidden and locked away from those that would use it for evil and nefarious purposes. This is a symbol that represents one of the three challenges you must pass in order to claim the Master Sword as your own. This first challenge is the Trial of Wisdom. To pass it you must simply answer the question you are given.”

“Okay, what’s the question?” Harry asked, still confused but ready to answer this challenge.

“Touch the Triforce to open the trial,” Fi said, hovering away from the area, almost disappearing from Harry’s view. Harry took a step forward and placed his hand on the golden symbol, and after a moment, the symbol glowed brightly and then faded away, soon to be replaced by golden words floating from the ground to the sky above.

You do not see me, but I am always there.
Ever forward, never back unless you dare.
To control me, you must not be late,
Defy me, you’ll seal your fate.
I’m measured by sun and sand,
Also by heartbeats heard across the land.
What am I?

Harry smiled as he thought about the riddle he just read, thinking about how simple it was for him to answer. Taking a deep breath, he gave his answer: “Time.”

The Triforce symbol reemerged and flashed brightly in front of Harry. It then vanished just as fast, but not before illuminating a path through the trees where Fi was floating.

“You have passed the Trial of Wisdom,” Fi nodded, but stated mechanically. “Follow me now to the Trial of Courage.”

Harry followed Fi through the woods and the mist soon returned, limiting Harry’s senses once again. Fi turned back into a blue ball of energy again and led Harry through the trees. Fortunately, it was a much shorter trip, and after only a few minutes, Harry entered another clearing with another Triforce symbol hovering in the center of it.

“The Trial of Courage,” Fi returned back to her form and hovered above the symbol. “Touch the symbol and confront that which lies inside of you.”

Harry was curious as he pulled out the Elder Wand from his arm holster and approached the symbol. As he touched the symbol, he recalled the Boggart he dealt with in his DADA class during his third year, and how it turned into a Dementor. Of course, that was when the biggest fear he had was when a Dementor attacked him on the Hogwarts Express. The symbol flashed with the lower left triangle brightly flashing than the others, then disappeared and soon Harry saw a shadowy tall figure from the edge of the clearing in front of him.

Harry stepped forward and at the same time the shadow matched Harry’s movements. After a moment, Harry looked at the figure and realized that the figure was a shadow of his adult self, though it looked like the shadow had an Elder Wand too, which was a weapon he never used during the Daemon War. Harry was cautious, pacing around in a circle, with the shadow mirroring his moves. Finally, Harry tried to hit the shadow with Stupify, only for the shadow to quickly dodge and tried to hit Harry with the same spell. Harry then tried the Disarming Charm, followed quickly by another Stunner, but the shadow version of himself just dodged quickly and fired the same spells back at Harry.

Harry was still pretty exhausted from his sex marathon he had with Aphrodite, but that wasn't the main reason why he was using such simple spells. The fact was that Harry didn't want to chance using more dangerous spells and curses for the shadow apparently knew everything Harry did. There was something else, as Harry felt that while his shadow was dodging on its own, it was basically firing the same spells that Harry had fired first. This meant that Harry had to be especially careful about using more powerful spells against his adult shadow…

"Merlin! I'm an idiot!" Harry cursed himself loudly. Fi looked curiously at the boy wizard with her head tilted. Harry closed the distance between himself and his shadow before aiming point blank at it and shouting, “Lumos Maxima!”

The Elder Wand lit the shadow up with a bright flash of light. So bright that Harry had to squint his eyes from the spell, but it did the trick as the shadow faded out of existence. The symbol of the Triforce returned after that and flashed towards Fi as another clearing was directly behind where she was floating.

“You have passed the Trial of Courage,” Fi said to him. “Now, for the final challenge, the Trial of Power.”

Fi led Harry into the final clearing, which was very different from the others. For one, it was twice the size, with a very large and thick tree at the far end of it, which somewhat freaked Harry out as it looked like it had a face. There was also a couple of large hollow logs that looked like they led to other parts of the woods on Harry’s left and right side respectively. However, the most interesting thing was a large grey triangle shaped stone that laid on the grassy surface, and at the center of that was a stone pedestal with a sword sheathed inside of it. Fi floated above the sword and looked directly at Harry.

“The Trial of Power,” Fi said to Harry, giving him the slightest of smiles. “To claim the Master Sword, you must pull it out of the pedestal. However, be warned, as your life force will be drained as you attempt to do so. If your life energy is not powerful enough, then you will surely die.”

Harry was very cautious, stepping closer to the pedestal with a sense of dread. When Harry reached the Master Sword, he took a deep breath before grabbing the blue hilt and began to try to pull it out from the pedestal. However, Fi was correct about the sword testing him, as once he touched it, he began to feel like his strength was being sapped out of him. Harry felt weak and his head began to fog as he tried pulling the sword out, hearing his own heartbeat loudly within him. Harry was struggling to keep himself from falling into perpetual darkness, and when it seemed like Harry was about to lose his life, he pulled the sword completely out from the pedestal, nearly falling on his ass as he did.

Harry felt his strength return slowly, allowing him a chance to examine this Master Sword. It was clearly a one-handed weapon, large enough for a tall teenager or a small adult. It’s blade was sharp and shiny, which made Harry wonder how long the sword had been sheathed in the pedestal, as it showed no signs of wear, nor did it look aged with time. Harry took a look just above the hilt and saw the golden Triforce, apparently the sigil of this place, wherever Harry was.

At that moment, Harry heard a very deep, loud yawn, forcing Harry to look at where the sound came from. The sound came from the very large, thick tree with a face upon it. Harry’s eyes widened as he saw the tree smiled at him.

“Why, hello, young Harry Potter,” The tree said to Harry. "I am the Great Deku Tree, Keeper of the Master Sword, and protector of the Lost Woods."

Harry did not know how to react. Fi floated over to Harry and bowed respectfully to the Deku. Harry followed, bowing low and saying to the tree, "Thank you, Great Deku. I am honored to be in your presence."

"That's not necessary, young Potter," The Deku Tree chuckled. "I am no king, nor am I an important being. I simply protect these woods from the dark forces that have constantly tried to conquer Hyrule. However, they currently are not a threat to our realm, as there has been little movement in what is known as Calamity Ganon. Fortunately, the beast still slumbers under Hyrule castle, and he is not expected to wake until some time in the future. Therefore, I must ask that you return the Master Sword back to its resting place, as it is only destined to defeat the Great Calamity and cannot be used outside of Hyrule."

"What would happen if I did take it outside of Hyrule?" Harry asked, looking at the sword with admiration.

"The Master Sword is an extremely powerful weapon, but its magic belongs in Hyrule," The Deku Tree answered, frowning a bit. "If you take it with you, it will act as a regular sword, and if you damage it in any way in your world, then the true power of the sword will be lost to us forever. One more thing of note: you are not the only one destined to wield the Master Sword. There is a warrior known as Link, and should Ganon wake before you return to Hyrule, he will be needed to battle against the Calamity."

"I understand," Harry said with a frown. Harry proceeded to place the sword back into its pedestal, and as he did so, Fi turned into a blue ball of energy and dove into the ground where the young wizard's shadow was. After he let go of the sword, Harry bowed his head at the Deku and headed back to where he had left Aphrodite. Harry did not have to go far though, as Fi appeared in front of him and smiled.

"Fear not, as I will be accompanying you in your journeys," Fi told him nonchalantly. "I have bonded with your shadow so I can learn more about you and the worlds outside of Hyrule. As for returning to the long haired goddess, you can simply enter the mist and it will magically return you to where I found you."

Harry nodded, somewhat perplexed about Fi joining him. Fi disappeared just as fast as she appeared, allowing Harry to resume walking. Harry walked into the mist, and as he lost all sense of direction, he felt the ground below him disappear and felt himself being pulled backwards. The next moment, the fog dissolved and Harry felt the ground return underneath his feet. When his senses returned, he noticed Aphrodite was awake and stretching her arms out.

"I take it that you were exploring this place, my loving Master," Aphrodite said, running up to Harry and planting a seductive kiss on his lips. "I hope that your stamina has filled back up, because I'm ready for several more rounds of fucking."

To prove her point, Aphrodite immediately dropped to her knees and began to unfasten Harry's pants. As the goddess of love pulled out Harry's dragon and quickly inserted it into her mouth, Harry smiled as had to say, "You goddesses are insatiable."

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Black Cottage-The Next Morning

“Harry, it’s time to leave!” Sirius’ voice shouted from the first floor of the cottage. Harry was in his bedroom checking his belongings inside of his trunk when he heard Sirius call him down. Harry was also thinking about what had happened the previous night, which included his sex marathon with Aphrodite. After his final romp with the blonde goddess, Harry was taken back to where he stood just prior to Aphrodite teleporting him to the Lost Woods, with apparently no time lost from what happened in the realm of Hyrule. From there Harry rejoined Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Petunia, and the three Pendragons inside the cottage where Harry still had to deal with packing, and the vast amount of House-Elves that were now swarming the cottage. It was not just the Malfoy House-Elves Harry had gotten when Draco signed them over to Harry; there were also the House Potter elves that Harry summoned shortly after he settled in Black Cottage.

Harry ended up naming Dobby as head elf for his entire Houses, and shifted the former Malfoy elves to his other Houses. Kreacher had already been named Head Elf for House Black, and given the aged elf five of the former Malfoy elves to House Black to prepare all of the properties that belonged to House Black. Harry then left Dobby to decide how to separate the rest of the former Malfoy elves within Harry’s defunct Houses. There were still the Potter House elves Harry had to deal with, but fortunately Dobby had them go to Potter Manor and preparing the place for when Harry gets back from Japan. That did not stop the place from elves showing up wanting to be around their Lord.

Unfortunately, the House-Elves were not the only issue that Harry had to deal with. It was the insatiable appetites of Petunia, Tonks, and the three Pendragon women that Harry had to deal with. Each one of them tried to have their way with the young wizard, and they weren’t being too conspicuous about it in front of Sirius and Remus. It was hard to figure out which one of these women was being the more lustful, but once Sirius figured out what was going on, the brunette wizard made a humorous comment about Harry’s dick becoming raw after taking care of all of these girls. If Harry had a regular cock, he would have agreed with Sirius about his dick.

During the night, Harry did give each female one quick fuck before going to sleep. When he woke up this morning, he noticed that Mordred was giving him a blowjob, slowly taking her time with every motion. Fortunately, the other girls weren’t around, so Harry thankfully had time to enjoy Mordred sucking his dragon. After the blowjob, Harry had breakfast before heading back upstairs to pack the rest of his things. After Sirius called him, Harry finished packing and then shrunk his trunk to fit into his side pocket before heading back downstairs.

“A small school bus?” Harry heard Tonks ask as he headed down the stairs. “How are we going to all fit in there?”

Harry exited the cottage a moment later and saw an old looking, rusted bus that did look like it was a small school bus. The door creaked opened and a small, pink haired girl came out with a big smile on her face, wearing a green jacket with an orange striped skirt.. She then bowed low to Harry as a tall, slim man dressed in a navy blue suit with a black cap, much like a limo driver would wear.

“Hmmm, it looks like we have more than we expected,” the man chuckled with a gravelly voice. Harry was somewhat surprised that this thin Asian man could speak in perfect English. “I am Nurari, and the girl before you is Moka Akashiya. Unfortunately for her, she has not learned enough English to converse with all of you yet. However, once you enter the bus, you will find a magical barrier that will work as a translator for everyone. I, of course, am fluent in multiple languages, as well as the Headmaster of Yokai Academy. However, the same spell is available at the school as well, so any language barrier will not be a problem.”

Harry said his thanks to Nurari and then made introductions for his group. Moka, the pink haired girl, smiled and nodded to everyone Harry introduced, but her eyes lingered as she noticed Arthuria’s huge breasts. Harry had the ladies board the bus first before he, Sirius, and Remus did. Nurari boarded the bus last, muttering something about where their luggage was, not knowing that Harry had already shrunk all their luggage to where they could be placed inside pockets, or in Petunia’s case, her purse.

Nurari took the driver’s seat and started the bus, with Harry sitting directly behind him, with Moka sitting next to Harry. Moka began communicating with Harry in perfect English, or at least what Harry heard. She basically explained what Yokai Academy was, and how a magical barrier separates the school from the outside world. She told Harry and everyone else that the school was essentially in another dimension; keeping both monster and human safe from one another.

Before anyone realized it, the bus drove into a stone cave that appeared out of nowhere. Nurari drove normally, keeping the bus at a steady pace so he didn’t frighten his passengers. The bus driver even lit the path so the passengers could see the dark tunnel that would lead them to Japan. Harry was talking with Moka asking her what kind of monsters they had at the academy when Nurari turned a corner.

“All monsters who attend Yokai Academy must not reveal what they are,” Moka responded to Harry. “The school’s purpose is to teach us how to blend in with the human world, so all the monsters at our school are disguised as human teenagers or adult teachers. One of our main rules is that we can never reveal our monster selves.”

Moka then began asking about Hogwarts and what type of school it truly was. Harry told her about the wizarding school and all of the teachers and students there. He especially told her about Hermione, as well as many of his friends there, but specifically left out Ron, as he didn’t want to talk about that red-haired git. Moka smiled and asked several questions about each person Harry described, but paid special attention to when he mentioned Hermione.

The ride took almost an hour before the bus emerged out of the tunnel into downtown Tokyo. The scenery was spectacular to Harry as he looked at the massively tall buildings that surrounded the street the bus was travelling on. Nurari proceeded to drive the bus around all of Tokyo, giving Harry and his group a full tour of the city.

“This is your first stop,” Nurari stopped in front of a small, old, and practically empty store that looked like a magic/joke shop. Harry frowned for a moment until Sirius chuckled and said to Harry, “This is the entrance to the Japanese Ministry of Magic.”

Harry still frowned as he got off the bus and headed into the store. Sirius and the rest of the group followed close behind, though Nurari stopped Moka from going with them, saying to her, “That’s not where we belong.”

Harry was directed to the back of the store by one of the employees, where Harry found a mirror that looked almost identical to the Mirror of Erised. From this point, Sirius patted Harry’s shoulder, indicating that he had been here before and knew how to enter. Sirius said his full name and who he was with, naming everyone in the group fully, then bowed respectfully to his own reflection. The glass reflection of Sirius smiled and returned the bow, then the glass part of the mirror slid downward, revealing a long staircase leading down into a dark corridor.

Sirius led them all from this point, explaining to everyone that he had visited Tokyo before he was imprisoned. As soon as they all got to the main floor of the Japanese Ministry, they were quickly greeted by a goblin dressed in a black samurai outfit with a long thin sword sheathed on his back. The goblin also had long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail. Next to him stood a tall, thin, and pale Asian witch wearing a black kimono that hid whatever body she had.

The witch introduced herself as the Japanese Minister Nekane Springfield, and escorted Harry and his group to her office. From there, she told Harry about many of the Potter and Black properties in Japan, as well as the Black property that Sirius would be staying while Harry and Remus went to Yokai Academy. The goblin who was there also informed Harry that the Gringotts goblins hired elves to clean the properties as they prided that the properties held in Japan needed to be pristine. The goblin then handed Sirius a parchment with the local address of the Black property that Sirius and Petunia would be staying at.

Springfield escorted them back to the bus after the short meeting, but she did talk to both Tonks and Sirius on the way back up. Springfield politely told Tonks that while she supported much of what Madam Bones wanted, she had to support Fudge as he was the current Brittish Minister. Springfield then warned Sirius not to cause to much trouble while he was staying in Tokyo, as the last time he was there, he had a few jealous wizards hunting after him after they saw his luck with the Japanese witches.

The next place Nurari drove them to was Black Castle which resided in a nice piece of countryside outside of Tokyo. When they stopped, Harry looked and saw an empty field with several old stone structures around the place. The property was very large though, like it could be the size of the grounds of Hogwarts, the castle included. Harry walked forward underneath a red archway, and as he did, he saw a large white castle, as big if not bigger than Hogwarts. Harry had to audibly gasped at seeing this place with all its splendor. Sirius chuckled as he joined Harry and said, “This is Kuro Shiro. Black Castle in our language, built by the first Blacks who visited this country. Fortunately, the goblins took care of modernizing it for our comfort, including some Muggle items that might help your Aunt Petunia settle more, as she’s never lived in a magical place before. Black Cottage notwithstanding, that is.”

Nurari walked up behind them and said to Harry, “I’ll be picking you up early tomorrow at dawn. I suggest you explore the many shops that are nearby. It'll be a good chance for all of you to explore more. Also, the headmaster was already informed about your protectors, but for the sake of not disturbing everyday activities, he insisted that only 2 of these ladies would be allowed to come with you and Mr. Lupin."

Nurari then left Harry and his group, leaving Moka with Harry as she still could be used as a tour guide if needed. Moka was happy about this, and after exploring Black Castle for almost two hours, she took the large group to a nearby noodle shop. Moka was sitting very close to Harry while they ate their noodles, much like Tonks was doing on Harry’s opposite side. After they ate, Moka took them to a local shrine, and then several places of interest. Petunia treated this very much like she was on vacation, which to a certain point, she was. Petunia had never had a real vacation, not since she married Vernon, so she took every opportunity to visit the sights and try some Japanese cuisine. Harry was definitely happy for her, as she was showing genuine pleasure at finally being out of her house.

After the sun had set, they all went back to Black Castle where they brought home some takeout and ate dinner in a large room somewhat similar to the Great Hall. While they ate, Harry remembered what Nurari told him about having two protectors with him in Yokai Academy, and told his four protectors who he was taking: Tonks and Mordred. Harry knew he needed at least one of the Pendragons to bring to Yokai, and he wanted someone who looked the same age as many of the students there, or at least he assumed as much. Tonks was going to make sure that nothing truly bad happened to Remus.

After dinner, Harry had Petunia, Arthuria, and Artoria join him in the master bedroom for one long sex session, as this would be the last time these ladies would taste Harry’s dragon for a while. Harry even used his Animagus forms to please each lady, Petunia relishing his wolf form most of all. As a matter of fact, Harry stayed in his wolf form laying on top of a passed out Petunia on his bed. Arturia and Artoria had already been fucked to exhaustion, and were sleeping next to Petunia. When morning finally came, Harry returned back to his human form and prepared himself to go to Yokai Academy.

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Yokai Academy-Mid-morning

“Welcome to Yokai Academy, Harry Potter and Remus Lupin,” Mikogami, the headmaster for the school said as he sat at his desk. Harry was very curious as to why the headmaster’s office was so dark, with only a little light from the windows keeping the room from being pitch black. Harry was also weirded out by what Mikogami was wearing; dressed in a white hooded robe with several rosaries and strange locks around parts of his body. What got Harry nearly freaked out was that all he could see of the headmaster’s face was Mikogami’s toothy smile.

Next to Mikogami stood a thin woman with short light brown hair, big brown eyes, and a very big smile on her face. She was wearing a short sleeve white unbuttoned shirt with an orange blouse underneath it, and long dark brown skirt. Nurari took the opposite position to where this adult woman stood, chuckling a bit at Harry’s bewilderment.

“Allow me to introduce Shizuka Nekonome, your homeroom teacher,” Mikogami gestured to the lady to his left. “She’s also our language teacher, focusing on English for the semester. Many of our students know basic Japanese and Asian dialects, so she basically teaches English.”

“Pleased to meet you, Miss Nekonome,” Harry smiled and bowed to her. He then stepped aside and introduce the two females behind him. “This is Mordred Pendragon, one of my protectors to the House Pendragon, and this is Tonks, an Auror assigned by my Ministry to protect me from undue harm.”

“No last name?’ Mikogami looked at the pink haired Tonks and asked. “Or is it no first name?”

“I would prefer to just be called Tonks, headmaster. If that’s all right, that is,” Tonks said, taking a breath before continuing. “If it’s necessary, I’ll tell you my first name, but it is somewhat embarrassing to me.”

“Well, I am intrigued. However, you are not an official student here at Yokai Academy, so I will respect your privacy in this matter,” Mikogami replied to Tonks, before turning to Remus. “Mr. Lupin, Albus Dumbledore told me about your situation. As you are no doubt aware, there is no cure for being a werewolf, though I am not unsympathetic to your cause. For centuries, we monsters have lived, or have tried to live, peacefully with the humans, for fear of eradication. While it is true that some of our kind do wish to harm or destroy the humans, the majority of Yokai have tried to coexist with them. This Fenrir Greyback should have never done what he did to you.”

“Thank you, headmaster,” Remus bowed to Mikogami. “I would like to mention that Greyback is no longer a problem. He was killed by Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. However, I can not confirm if that is true, but she did tell me that she did kill him.”

“Hmmm, that does confirm our suspicions about what happened to him,” Mikogami said. “Once we became aware of Greyback’s actions, we sent search parties to Europe in hopes of apprehending him. Reports were soon received about a mangled, headless corpse matching Greyback’s features hung up between brick walls in a place called Knockturn Alley. If Artemis’ legend is to be believed, then I can only assume that she hung him up in display to warn any werewolves there what happens to their kind. However, we have a legacy of werewolves that have not maimed or assaulted the humans for a long time, and we would like to help you.”

“I am not just a bus driver,” Nurari stepped forward and faced Remus with a slight smile. “I am known as the Lord of the Yokai. I can help you with understanding, and coming to peace with your werewolf side.”

“What type of training will I have to endure?” Remus asked, somewhat skeptical of the man. “My werewolf side has been so uncontrollable without the use of Wolfsbane potion, and now with this medallion I’m wearing, I’m afraid of trying to connect with my werewolf side.”

“That fear is why you haven’t been able to control it to begin with,” Nurari said abruptly. “You are not a natural werewolf, Remus Lupin. You were bitten by another unnatural, who most likely was bitten by another unnatural. Fear of becoming the animal inside is what keeps you from controlling it. You must embrace the monster inside of you, and without fear. However, most werewolves like yourself had learned to control their inner monster at a young age. You are going to have to endure the most physical, mental, and physiological pain you have ever endured. The training required will be long, but if you are willing, I will be more than glad to help you become one with your werewolf.”

From there, Nurari moved to the door and indicated that Remus should follow him. Remus, who was very unsure about this, followed Nurari out of the headmaster’s office; giving Harry a weak smile before he left. From this point, it would be the last time Harry would see Remus for quite some time.

“What about me, Headmaster?” Harry asked the hooded man. “Professor Dumbledore suggested that I might receive training as well.”

“Very true, Mr. Potter,” Mikogami chuckled. “While I am told that you have some non-magical combat abilities, there is still much you can learn from us. Until a proper training course can be decided on, I will need to access your combat abilities for myself. Albus did tell me about how you defeated a thousand year old basilisk, which is a very impressive feet, but the way it was done was by mostly luck, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I have to admit that it was, Headmaster,” Harry nodded truthfully. “If it wasn’t for help from Professor Dumbledore’s phoenix, Fawkes, and Hermione Granger, I would have never been able to defeat it.”

“You defeated ‘her’, not ‘it’ Mr. Potter,” Mikogami frowned, crossing his fingers. “Basilisks are female, and if treated well, most do not seek or care for human flesh or blood. The one that you defeated must had been starving to the point of death, Also, basilisks are known to be weak to Parseltongue, as the language acts as a hypnotic voice allowing the Parselmouth to control her. However, I am losing track here. The test I have prepared for you at the end of the week. Until then, you will be inserted into our school as an exchange student. I have already informed the staff about this and Miss Akashisya will escort you and your protectors to your rooms. Be mindful, as you will be in the male dormitory, and having female protectors will draw the eyes of many of our male students.”

“I’m sure that it will be okay,” Harry smiled. “I know that they might not look like it, but both Tonks and Mordred are perfectly capable of handling these boys, even though that they are monsters. I’m also capable of dealing with a few of them myself.”

“We shall see, Mr. Potter. We shall see,” Mikogami smiled again, and indicated to Moka that it was time for them to leave.

Moka gave Harry a tour of the school, as well as the outside grounds before showing him the boys’ dormitory and the rooms where Harry and his protectors would be staying. Their rooms were on the highest floor of the dorm, apparently so Harry could have a good view of the place. There were two rooms for Harry and his protectors, one given to Harry himself, and the other for Tonks and Mordred. Harry’s room looked like what he imagined a Japanese dorm room to look like: a desk with a stack of school books set neatly on top of it, a chair underneath it, a small kitchen with a small refrigerator, microwave, stove, and a sink, and a single size mattress with a pillow and some bed sheets. Tonks’ and Morded’s room was the same, except for two mattresses instead of one.

After settling in, Harry decided to explore the grounds some, and with Tonks and Mordred following him closely, it was very clear that Mikogami was quite right about the boys eyeing Harry with hatred. When Moka rejoined them for lunch in the cafeteria, Harry noticed several of the boys giving him an evil look, like they wanted to kill him for having too many girls next to him. There was one boy in particular that decided to do something about it; getting up from where he was sitting and made his way over to Harry’s small group. The boy was a tall brunette with muscular features and an evil smile. He boldly sat next to Mordred who was sitting across from Harry, Moka, and Tonks.

"Well, it looks like our new exchange student needs to be taught a lesson in respect,” The boy looked at Harry and smiled confidently. “I am Saizo, the main alpha male of the class. You should’ve introduced yourself to me when you first arrived, and allowed me to get to know these fine ladies next to you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you are more important than the Headmaster of this school,” Harry responded sarcastically, clearly aware of the fact that this tall boy wanted to start something. Harry took a bite of rice from his plate and tried to ignore the boy. Unfortunately, Saizo glared at Harry and slammed his left fist onto the table, causing several of the plates to splatter on Harry and the girls. Harry was annoyed by Saizo as he and the girls jumped to their feet from the hot food landing on their laps.

“What’s the big idea!” Tonks angrily grabbed Saizo by his collar and yelled, causing everyone else to pay attention to what was going on. Tonks’ hair had turned to a darker shade of red as she pulled him over the table with her wand at the boy’s neck. “You should show more respect to guests at this school. After all, we are guests here learning about this academy and therefore should be treated with the utmost respect.”

“You have fire, witch,” Saizo chuckled with a lustful look at Tonks. “I’ll be looking to break that once I take care of your friend.” Saizo nodding over to Harry as he said that.

“Tonks, release him. Since he wants to challenge me, I will oblige, but only to show him why he shouldn’t have messed with us,” Harry said, pulling out the Elder wand for what was about to happen. “Besides, this person really isn’t a true threat to me, so you really don’t need to protect me from him.”

“She protects you?” Saizo laughed loudly at the idea. “What kind of worthless monster would rely on a witch to protect it? Oh, this will be so easy, and after I take care of you, I’ll be having an orgy with these three ladies.”

Saizo kept laughing as he left the cafeteria and motioned for Harry to follow him. Harry did as Moka, Tonks, and Mordred followed them outside to a field next to a forest. The rest of the students that were in the cafeteria followed them out, and once Saizo was far enough away from the school, he faced Harry and laughed loudly, saying, “See now the form of a true monster.”

Saizo began to grow in size, from six to ten feet tall, with his appendages matching his new size. His clothes were ripped off of his body as veins began to pulse through his pale skin. Saizo’s entire body transformed into a human version of an ogre. His entire body was now hardened flesh, with spikes of it spread upon Saizo’s shoulders.

“Look at the being who will destroy you,” Saizo said in a now course voice. “I will make sushi out of you, and devour you in front of these ladies.”

“You are aware that you’re just an ogre, right?” Harry looked up at Saizo’s face with a confident smile. “While some might consider your kind as a threat, ogres are not known as the most dangerous monsters. As a matter of fact, you ogres are just a bunch of brutes, front line fodder at best, and you’re not the brightest of the bunch either.”

Saizo lunged at Harry, who quickly dodged without attacking Saizo. Keeping the Elder Wand handy, Harry quickly dodged what looked like a punch directed at his chest. Harry held back from casting spells at this point, as he wanted to see how good of a warrior this ogre was. Unfortunately, Harry wasn’t seeing much of one, as Saizo just lunged after Harry and threw an occasional punch at him. However, Harry was focusing on Saizo, and not the positioning of where the main spectators were, more specifically Moka.

Saizo did notice though, and after pulling a tree from its roots and throwing it at Harry, he moved with incredible quickness and grabbed the more petite Moka. After Harry used a reduction spell to take care of the tree, he noticed that Saizo had Moka in his grip with his fingers trying to rip off her clothes. Tonks’ and Mordred moved to attack Saizo, but the ogre used Moka’s body as a shield. This angered Harry and put his wand away, knowing that Saizo would try to take advantage of this. However, Harry had another plan in mind, and as Saizo reached for Harry, the young wizard began his transformation.

Saizo paused in mid-motion as everyone gasped at seeing Harry’s skin turned to red scales and his body began to grow and change. Harry’s head changed into the face of a dragon, his hands and feet changed into claws with sharp black talons, and large red wings sprouted from his back. When the transformation was finished, Saizo stepped back and looked up at the largest dragon he had ever laid his eyes upon.

“Meet Ddraig,” Harry said in a deep guttural growl. “This is my dragon form, ogre. This fight is between you and me, so release Moka now, and I promise you that I won’t permanently damage you.”

Saizo was trembling in fear at looking at a beast that was at least five times his size. Taking a few steps back, Saizo held a struggling Moka in his hands, holding her in between himself and the dragon form of Harry, saying, “I’m n-not afraid of you, D-do your w-worst, boy! After I defeat you, I’ll take this pink haired girl to my bed and show her the pleasure of an ogre’s cock!”

Harry angrily roared, causing Saizo to fall down on his ass. Harry quickly grabbed the ogre and squeezed Saizo in his large right claw, causing the ogre to scream painfully and forced him to release the pink-haired Moka. Lifting Saizo to face him, Harry did not realize that as Moka fell to the ground on her feet, her rosary had caught itself onto one of Harry’s black talons. Saizo struggled as Harry’s claw gripped the ogre’s body tightly, and as he felt his lungs struggling for air, he began to lose consciousness. As Harry looked upon the now passed out ogre, Harry felt that this ogre learned his lesson.

Throwing Saizo next to the forest, Harry changed back to his human form, but as he did, he saw a slightly taller, silver haired female where he last saw Moka. The female turned to face Harry and as the young wizard returned back to his normal form, Harry recognized this silver-haired, red-eyed busty female as one of the girls Aphrodite turned into while he was fucking the goddess. Looking at his hand, he noticed that he was holding a silver rosary with a cross that originally was around Moka’s neck. Harry came to a sudden realization that this rosary was keeping this silver-haired female locked inside of Moka Akashiya. No, Harry did remember that Aphrodite referred this female in front of him as Moka, which made Harry wonder; who was the real Moka?

"Well well well. So this is Harry Potter," The silver-haired Moka smiled confidently at Harry. “The boy wizard who defeated a goddess and a basilisk. You must be pretty powerful if you can manage that, though I must say that I wasn’t impressed with how you handled the ogre. You should’ve made quick work out of such a worthless monster, not toy with him like he had a chance. Allow me to demonstrate.”

The silver-haired Moka turned to Saizo and walked up to him. The ogre was just coming to when he looked up at her. Moka looked down at Saizo and frowned, saying to him, “So, you think you were going to dirty my body with your ogre dick? Know Your Place!”

Moka landed just one kick into Saizo’s head, which sent the ogre flying into the air and over the trees in the forest. Harry had to laugh at the almost comical, and somewhat cartoonish, way that Saizo flew out of his vision and couldn’t help but imagine the ogre landing in a humiliating position in front of a group of girls. However, Harry quickly noticed that Moka had now turned her attention back to him and stopped laughing when he saw the serious look on her face. Moka licked her lips and Harry saw her sharp fangs and knew at that moment that Moka was a full-blooded vampire, one of the, if not the, strongest and most powerful monsters of all.

Harry pulled out the Elder Wand again, as he felt like Moka was going to challenge him. Tonks and Mordred, who were stunned by this transformation, finally realized that Moka was moving in a threatening position against Harry and armed themselves and prepared themselves to protect Harry.

“You can relax, ladies,” Moka told both Tonks and Mordred, without looking directly at them. “I don’t plan on killing Harry Potter. I only want to see how strong he is compared to me.”

Harry nodded his affirmation, letting his protectors know that he would be alright for the moment. Both Tonks and Mordred relaxed their posture, but kept their weapons out as Moka looked directly at Harry and said, “Are you truly prepared for me, Harry Potter? Come, let’s see which one of us should Know Our Place!”

Moka jumped high into the air poised to land a definitive kick to Harry’s chest. However, Harry jumped to counter, and as the two met in the air, both Moka and Harry landed their kicks, Moka nailing Harry in the face, and Harry hitting Moka just underneath her breasts. As they connected with their blows, a shockwave erupted as a powerful gust of wind blew everything away that wasn’t rooted or bolted down. Surprisingly, both Moka and Harry landed on their feet, though Moka’s clothes had been torn from the force of Harry’s kick, to the point where a tiny piece of her purple bra that could be seen if you were close enough. Harry, who had been nailed in the face, broke his glasses and his nose had been bloodied a bit. Taking his glasses off, Harry threw them aside and focused summoning his sacred gear, and as he did, the red armor began to form around him, causing Moka to frown at seeing this happen. After the armor had surrounded Harry, she heard a loud, booming voice say, “BALANCE BREAKER, ROYAL DRAGON!”

“A Sacred Gear,” Moka said, her arms up in a defensive position. “I’ve heard of such devices, but I always believed they were just a myth. Well, I’m now looking forward to break that armor from you, Harry Potter, And for you to Know Your Place!”

At that, Moka closed the distance between her and Harry at breakneck speed, trying to land a furious kick to Harry's jaw. As she connected, a cloud of dirt surrounded the two as the force of the impact clouded everyone's vision of what happened. However, what no one saw was the fact that Harry managed to catch Moka's foot with his hand, though the power behind the kick had driven Harry and Moka into the forest with Harry impacted against an old tree. Moka was genuinely shocked at Harry catching her kick with such ease, but what she did not know that the main gem in Harry's sacred gear on his right hand had severely cracked.

At that moment, Harry Potter knew he had to take Moka Akashiya very seriously.

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Somewhere between the borders of France and Spain-Just after midnight

"Potter!" Lucius Malfoy was furiously muttering as he held a torch in front of an old large house. He had spent the best part of a week hidden in this Muggle town, in that very house, keeping a careful eye for Aurors who might have been tracking him. Unfortunately, that meant he had to go without magic to get what he wanted, mostly. He did use the Imperius curse on the entire family living here, forcing the father of the house to give him nearly all of his Muggle money, as well as procure Lucius a train ticket heading to Albania. Lucious did use the Muggle mother and her two daughters for his other needs, but after a week, it clearly wasn’t satisfying him much. So, on the day he knew he had to leave, Lucius commanded the Muggle father to kill his entire family before killing himself. Lucius left shortly after watching all of this, delighted in the fact of how easy it was to control these Muggles.

“This was all your fault, Potter,” Lucius quietly said as he tossed the torch through an open window, where just inside next to it laid the father’s alcohol that Lucius placed strategically next to that window which was next to the father and the fireplace. “If you hadn’t forced me to run, then I wouldn’t have to resort to such tactics.”

Lucius turned and quickly left the place, with a wallet full of Muggle currency, and a train ticket that would lead him out of the Brittish Ministry’s field of vision. As Lucius hit the main street, he was thankful that this was a small, quiet town, as no one was around, most likely asleep in their beds or at the local pubs. Lucius was sickened having to be around Muggles, and even more so that he had to change his appearance to look like one of them. Gone was his normal long, blonde hair, as he had cut it to the point of nearly shaving it off. He had to change his clothes too, wearing a navy blue business suit that thankfully the Muggle father had that matched Luciius’ size. The very worst part of all was that he had to leave his cane behind, which had his wand securely placed in it. That didn’t mean that he didn’t have a wand to use, however, as he was currently using an old wand from a wizard he had killed during the first wizarding war.

“This is all your fault, Harry Potter,” Lucius kept muttering as he walked towards the train station, not realizing that a dense fog was now beginning to surround him. Lucius kept his hatred focused on the boy wizard who had taken everything away from him, even though there was plenty of witches and wizards to blame; Fudge, Dumbledore, Bones, Black, Lupin, that traitor Snape, and even the rat himself, Peter Pettigrew. He also added his wife Narcissa to his list, or rather ex-wife, as he was quite aware that Potter had dissolved his marriage to her. Lucius’ hatred was consuming him, focussing it on the one responsible for him for leaving his home and his power within the Ministry, Harry Potter.

“You’re going the wrong way,” Lucius heard a female voice say, causing him to stop in his tracks and look at the dense fog for who was talking to him. “You need to stop running, Lucius Malfoy.”

Lucius pulled out the old brown ten inch oak wand and prepared himself to confront whoever was talking to him. However, all Lucius could see was a tall, very masculan figure standing in the dense fog, and sense the voice he heard was feminine, Lucius had to wonder what was going on.

“You’re a long way from where you’re supposed to be, Lucius Malfoy,” The figure said, emerging from the fog so Lucius could see who he was talking to. The man was a tall muscular brunette with a goatee and a mustache, brown eyes and wore a heavy looking bronze armor, with a large sword sheathed on the man’s back. “ I am Ares, the god of war. I am here to help guide you to your Lord Voldemort.”

“Really? I’m supposed to believe that some god wants to help me?” Lucius skeptably asked, holding his wand cautiously at Ares. “Especially since if you know my lord, then you know that if I cannot return to him without something of value, and as you can plainly see, I don’t have anything to give him. That aside, why would a god want to help me, or Lord Voldemort for that matter?”

“I have my reasons, but for now let’s say they revolve around Harry Potter,” Ares answered confidently, obviously not threatened by Lucius aiming the wand at him. “I think it’s safe to say that we all need Harry Potter to be permanently removed from existence. I know what you’re thinking: if I want him gone so badly, then why didn’t I take care of him earlier? The best way that I can answer that is that he’s being protected, thus I must resort to talk with a mortal like yourself.”

Lucius lowered his wand a bit, but kept it aimed in Ares direction in case as he thought about what the god had just said. Lucius still had a hard time believing that the being before him was Ares, but the wizard realized that he had very little options at this point, “Alright, say that I believe you, then why don’t you go to Lord Voldemort yourself and make an arrangement with him?”

"He simply won't trust me enough to ally himself with me," Ares replied. "That and he is very weak at this point to prove of use to me. Both you and your lord are just tools for me to get what I want, let me be very clear on that."

"I take it that you know where he is then?" Lucius cocked his eyebrow at Ares. After the god of war nodded, Lucius said. "I won't go to him empty handed, I would rather slit my own throat than face Lord Voldemort without something of value."

"I can help with that!" A loud, laughing male voice practically shouted and gave Lucius a heart attack from the blonde wizard. Lucius turned around to see a 6 foot tall slender man with long thick black hair and brown eyes. The man wore some kind of blueish dress with strange sword emblems on the bottom sections of it. "I am Gillies de Rais. I will be accompanying you in your quest to your master."

“He will lead you to your first task,” Ares told Lucius as the fog began to dissipate. “Gillies is someone I suggest that you keep a close eye on at all times. He has a tendency to get extremely violent whenever he’s in the mood, and Gillies will kill, torture, or something even worse to anyone who might be near him.”

“Terrific,” Lucius said sarcastically. When the fog cleared and the blonde wizard saw where he was, he noticed that he was no longer in that small village that lies in between France and Spain. As he looked at his new surroundings, he saw that he was standing on the side of a road that led to a very active town. “Where am I?”

“We’re in Albania, Lucy old boy!” Gillies laughed at Lucius floating towards the direction of this town. “Come, I will lead you to our first task: a witch named Bertha Jorkins.”

Lucius looked around and noticed that Ares was no longer there. Sighing regretfully, he followed Gillies slowly with several thoughts popping into his head, “This Gillies makes Bellatrix look sane. I wonder what these two want with Lord Voldemort. Who was that voice who talked to me before Ares appeared, and why did she tell me that I was going the wrong way?”

Back in the border village, where the old home was burning from Lucius’ actions, stood a tall, slender blonde woman that was dressed in a very skimpy outfit. She had on what looked like a long sleeve blue shirt, except that her midriff was completely showing. She also had on a matching tight pants, as well as a crown on top of her long blonde hair. The woman frowned as she waved her hand and made the burning house vanish, as it was never truly there to begin with. She started walking away, and as she did, the entire village vanished before her eyes.

The woman looked around one last time before she vanished like the town before her. She cursed herself for having to create this illusion for a worthless wizard’s benefit. However, she did so to try to keep this Voldemort character out of her way, so she could confront the one wizard who’s power was able to rise her from her slumber.: Harry Potter.

She was Morgan Le Fey.

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The Rise of the One True Potter