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

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Harry checked on his Aunt, to find her sleeping. He didn’t want to wake her; this was probably the best sleep she has had in a long time while married to Vernon Dursley. He still didn’t know what to do about his uncle, but at least Dudley was in no condition to tell tales. Harry decided he would tour his new home.

          He started with the down stairs. He opened door after door, most of them opening onto a large sitting room or study. The down stairs had bedrooms too, spread into wings. He ventured into one of the guest wings and opened a door and gasp. Inside the room was what looked like an indoor pool, but had copious amounts of steam lifting off the water’s surface. It had the same soap dishes that his shower had and folded towels in baskets surrounding the body of water. Why would there ever be a need to a bathing pool this big? What was Godric Gryffindor into? Or maybe it was just a luxury from long past that Harry had no experience or knowledge of. He closed the door and promised himself a return visit to this tempting room. Later in Harry’s other exploration of his home he found one of those rooms in the other guest wing and three in the master wing, one on the ground floor, the second floor, and the third.

          As the sun set, Harry finally got a look at his new manor from the outside and gasped. The manor proper was huge, it was the only word Harry had in his vocabulary, wait, maybe, gigantic was better. He had known there was a look of house, but the sheer size hinted at by the inside gave no justice to imposing size without. He had planned to walk around the property but a look around said that none of the other outbuildings were “near” the main building; it would be a multi-day affair to acquaint himself with this place.

          He returned to the inside and decided to see if Petunia had awoken and see if she needed anything. He reached the room Tinny had placed her in and knocked lightly. “Come in.”

          Harry gently pushed the door open and poked a head in, “Auntie, do you need anything?”

          “Harry, come here, don’t just peek in the door.” Petunia raised a hand to wave him over to the bed she was sitting up in. Harry perched on the side looking at his Aunt. “I don’t need anything, maybe something to wear, but I have all I need just being away from that place.” Her face clouded with years of bad memories and a few tears escaped her eyes. Harry reached out and wiped away the salty fluid and smiled at his Aunt.

          “You’re safe now. I got you some clothes for now, until you are well enough to go shopping for yourself.”

          “But I have no money. Vernon never-,” Harry cut her off with another hand on her cheek.

          “I’ve got plenty. What is mine is yours. You are my family, the only bit I have left. I love you.”

          More tears fell in earnest now, “I am so sorry I couldn’t protect you from him. I feel so ashamed; I let Lily down. Every time I looked into your eyes I saw Lily, being treated like that. I-,” she stopped talking as her face crumpled and she simply sobbed into Harry’s chest.

          “Oh, Auntie, I know you tried when you could, but you weren’t just fighting Vernon. Dumbledore had a hand in what happened to me as well. But we are safe now, you understand?”

          His Aunt shook her head into his soggy shirt and he hugged her tighter. She finally moved away out of his arms and smiled. “You look very handsome, although, I think I ruined your shirt.”

          “No problem, Auntie. Would you like dinner?”

          “Yes, please.”

          “Tinny.” She appeared with a little pop, smiling at her master and his aunt.

          “Yes, Master Harry?”

          “Can you bring a dinner tray for my aunt? I’ll eat in my room later.” Tinny popped out of the room and returned a short time later with the requested tray. “Thank you, Tinny.” The elf left again with a pop and Harry turned back to his aunt to sit the tray in her lap.

          “They are very cute and excitable little creatures; what are they?”

          “House elves, they are servants of the household.”

          “Oh.” His Aunt nodded her head and began to eat. Harry had some letters to write, so he took his leave and promised his Aunt a visit before bed.

          Harry walked to his room down the hall and sat at the desk in the antechamber. He pulled quill and parchment from the desk and started composing a letter.

It has come to my attention that a new enemy has arisen from just a group of dark magic enthusiast and a megalomaniac snakeman. I am speaking of a major leader of the light. If you are receiving this letter, you have shown yourself true to me and the saving of our world. It is time to take back what's rightfully our own, Our Lives.

If your heart be true, speak “loyalty and courage” and you will be sent to this location. If not you will never remember reading this letter.

HJP

          Harry placed his hand over several blank sheets and the letter copied onto all the blank paper. He wrote a name on each folded letter front and called for Jiminy. The house elf was asked to have them sent out to each individual and prepare rooms for the number of letters in the guest wing.

          Harry trusted his fidelity spell to work, but Dumbledore was a canny old goat and wouldn’t put it past the man to have embedded his closest allies and associates with some control feature. His spell would break any compulsion, but he erred on the safe side to keep them out of the master wing. He was still wary of the two Slytherins he sent messages to.

          Jiminy popped back in with a dinner tray, “Jiminy,” Harry asked. “Where is this manor located?”

          “In the Other, sir.”

          “Other?” Harry’s scrunched brow expressed his confusion.

          “It is a place apart from the world where “others” live.”

          “I don’t understand.”

          The house elf smiled like he knew why his Master was confused, “Not many humans live here. This is the place where most magical creatures of your world choose to live when they no longer feel safe from muggle and wizard alike.”

          “But that does not explain where we are.”

          “It is hard for me to explain, there is a book I can give to you to explain better in the library?” The elf offered.

          “Please Jiminy, I am very confused at the moment.”

Jiminy popped out of the room and back in, in almost, an instant and handed a brown leather covered book to his master. Harry took it a read the title, ‘The dissatisfaction of the Poetter and the Creation of The Other’. Harry started reading through the book at a rapid pace and dropped the book to his lap, “Bloody Hell, another dimension?” He snapped the book back up and continued until he finished it.

          Harry was amazed as he sat and absorbed the information he just assimilated. The Poetter were not extinct; they were the reason the other existed. Dissatisfied with the human realm they created a refuge for “other” magical beings to go to when humans were let the bigotry and paranoia win over their reason. It had only meant to be a temporary place until they could return to their original home, but peace among the magical never last long enough for everyone inhabiting the ‘Other’ to empty out. So the Poetter just decided to make a permanent place where all magical creatures had open invitations. All humans not of Poetter descent had to have an invitation from a creator.

          Harry pondered his presence here in Gryffindor Manor. He was a Gryffindor descendent, he had a Poetter power, he had moved between the realms easily without problem, and even brought back his aunt, who was most definitely muggle. So all this added to the conclusion that Godric Gryffindor and Harry Potter were Poetter. Did this mean he might have more family here in this realm? Harry shook himself out of his revelry and reminded himself he had a war to fight and mad man to kill. He needed a swim to clear his head. So exited his room and stopped by his Aunt’s rooms and then headed to one of the bathrooms in the master wing.

          Harry had come up from the depths of the warm water, wet hair falling into his eyes when he felt the wards alert him to someone’s arrival. Jiminy popped into the large bathing room.

          “Master, a wolf is here to see you.”

          Harry smiled big, “Have you rooms ready for him?”

          “Yes, the rooms are all ready for your guest. Shall I show him to his room?”

          “No, escort Remus here.” Harry watched the house elf pop away and dived back under the water. He was ecstatic that his adoptive godfather passed the test. He had hoped Remus wasn’t under the influence or a betrayer.

          Remus Lupin was a werewolf fighting for a place in the human realm of wizards. The war with Voldemort had made it that much harder when the blood thirty, child killing Greyback joined the Dark Lord’s ranks. Werewolves were even more feared. It had even cost Remus his job as a teacher at Hogwarts. People were afraid their children would be maimed, killed, or worse, turned. Harry had taken much comfort from Remus presence in his life that school year. It was like having an attractive uncle he could confide in and secretly crush on. Remus was so tortured over being an outcast he never noticed the admiring looks from those around him or from a smitten young man. Harry emerged from the steamy water again, water cascading down his naked torso and opened his eyes at a throat clearing. He wiped the water away from his face and grinned up at Remus, standing at the edge of the pool.

          “Come on in Moony, it’s so warm; it’s perfect.”

          “I think not, cub, until I know why I’m here and where here is.”

          Harry walked over to the edge and inclined his chin up at Remus, “You read the letter, that’s why you’re here.” Harry sounded like it was the simplest concept he was stating to Remus, but the werewolf wanted to know detail.

          “It was a very short letter with a large amount of spellwork attached.” He looked pointedly down at Harry.

          “Surprise,” Harry turned up his hands at the man. “Remus come into the water; it really is perfect. All this water for one person would be a shame.”

          Remus still looked like he would resist, so Harry sighed in defeat. It didn’t look like he would get the good looking werewolf out of his clothes and into the water.

          “Fine, hold on a sec.” Harry went to the corner of the pool and climbed the stairs to get out. He felt his skin go cold for a moment before he spied a small spell loop through the air towards him and warm him. I love Godric Gryffindor. He walked towards one of the towel baskets near Remus.

          “Cub, you’re naked.” Remus stated as he perused him up and down.

          “Remus, it’s a bathing pool; you bathe naked.” He smiled at the werewolf and let some of the heat spread from his core. Remus stiffened and scented the air.

          “Cub, what was your inheritance?” He moved towards the nude young man, toweling himself off. He did seem to realize he had moved until he was almost nose to nose with a very aroused Harry.

          “I think you already know.” Harry smirked at the man and dropped his towel to give Remus a clear view. He stood at attention and watched as Remus’ eyes went wolf, a light brown streaked with gold lines. Remus growled low in his throat at his own arousal and desire for Harry.

          “Rein yourself, cub, I could break you. You don’t want that.” He took a step back fighting the radiating heat.

          “But Remus I do want to and I’ve been broken before; I heal fast.” He stepped flush against the older man.

          Remus seemed to break the hold his lust had on him for a moment to ask, “Who broke you, cub?” His concern battling hard with his desire to fuck Harry into a coma, on one of the benches around the pool. He raised a hand to cup his dear friends’ son’s face.

          “No one who isn’t going to get what is coming to them. Nevermind that though,” and Harry turned his face into the man’s caressing hand to kiss the palm. He grabbed the hand when Remus went to snatch back his limb and held it as Remus struggled to pull out of his grasp.

          “Harry, how did you get so strong?”

          “Moony,” he whispered, “how can you still be asking questions when you have this to take care of?” Harry placed his free hand on the hard member of one Remus Lupin and squeezed. He smiled at the sharp intake of breath from the older man and stroked him through his pants.

          Remus moaned as Harry stroked him, and seemed angered at the cloth of his pants being in the way of skin to skin contact. He pulled his wand and murmured a spell and his clothes were in a pile on the floor at their feet. Remus lost himself at the first touch of Harry’s firm body, naked and warm flush against his own nakedness. He grabbed him by the hair and laid a punishing kiss on his young seducer’s mouth. The force was bruising but he heard no complaint from the moaning Harry. If fact, he felt arms wrap around him to hold him tighter, closer. Remus was amazed. He could feel the strength in the lean muscles and relished it.

          The cocks squeezed between both men’s bodies rubbed against each other eliciting hiss of pleasure and passion from the affection starved men. Harry, in his daze of heat induced inhibition, thought for a moment how this contact should scare him after the years of abuse with Uncle Vernon, but he felt oddly assured that this was okay and he was safe.

          He grabbed the two cocks between them and stroked up and down, squeezing them together. Both men turned to jelly. Harry moved to suck on Remus’ neck, biting and licking eliciting pants and moans from the werewolf. Remus bit into Harry’s neck as the stroking sped up.

          Remus stepped back disengaging Harry’s stroking hand, “On your knees, Cub.” Harry smiled lustfully and dropped onto his knees, a wisp of spell cushioning his knees, Harry smiled again-Godric Gryffindor I love you- and went to work. He laved the wide fushia head and wrapped his mouth around it. He sucked hard making Remus’s knees wobble for a moment, before he gained some strength back to his limbs. Harry wanted to back that iron control more than anything. He wanted to open the man’s eyes to an admiring glance or lustful leer. He suddenly took Remus to the root and watched as the man lost his balance. He would have fell to the ground if Harry had not waved his hand moved a bench to catch the man. Now seated, Remus panted in his loss of control of the situation as he felt Harry’s throat close around him and swallow his cock. He twined his fingers into the boy’s hair and pulled trying to take back control, but gave up at his orgasm rapidly approached and washed over him. He came spurting hot fluid down Harry’s throat and looked down and saw some of his essence dribble from the corners of Harry’s mouth. He pulled Harry’s head up and devoured him and his own flavor, mapping the inside of Harry’s mouth.

          Harry reveled in breaking the control of his mentor/godfather/crush, but pulled away reluctantly when he felt the wards alert him to the arrival of another of his guests. Remus looked confused at the sudden distance and frowned as if being rejected.

          “Remus, more of my guests have arrived. I have to go play host,” he said and lay a comforting hand to his cheek. Harry waved a hand and both Remus and himself were cleaned and dressed. Remus noticed the show of power.

          “We do need to talk, Cub. I can practically see and smell the power coming off of you.” They both turned as Jiminy popped into the room and announced the Weasley twins.
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