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Revenge of the MHP	By : reddragon Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 51869 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Lucius Malfoy stared at the torn piece of parchment in his hand, then at the covered bucket that had accompanied it, and wondered for the hundredth time just how or why the house elves had decided to leave it on the desk in his study. It had arrived with the morning post, but when he had checked the aerie that morning the only owls present had been his own and Draco's. He had red his son's letter over breakfast – the usual blatherings, a request for more money, and a report on the latest slanders against their name, really he was going to have to teach the boy to resolve his own problems – and he hadn't been expecting any packages. So who had sent the bloody thing, and why?
It was, barely, possible that it had been sent by an enemy and was either hexed or intended to serve as a disguised Portkey, but Lucius quickly dismissed those possibilities. While the Order had been much more...aggressive of late, they had also been alarmingly direct in their attacks. This was simply too bizarre to be one of their plots. The bucket was old, partially splintered and beaten gray by the weather, so he really had no reason to touch it other than curiosity. That would make transferring a hex rather difficult. The Manor was also warded against Apparition and Portkeys; only those with his permission could get in or out.
The accompanying note was even more useless. The parchment was old and yellow, and had clearly been torn from a larger page. The handwriting seemed feminine, but was otherwise unfamiliar. Its message was short, and seemingly meaningless.
“We couldn't wait for you to hear about this.”
Scowling with annoyance at the whole mystery, Lucius finally waved his wand at the bucket to remove the lid. He bent over, careful not to get too close, but only ended up staring uncomprehendingly at the pulpy mass inside. When he finally recognized the torn, bloody ruin that was all that was left of his son's face, he screamed.
* * *
Hundreds of miles away and deep below the earth, a peaceful quiet had settled over the Chamber of Secrets. Pansy had entered into their routine with remarkable ease, though she had to be careful to check her more aggressive impulses around Ginny and Luna. She was still trying to to come to grips with how easily she had submitted to Potter and Granger, and her more malicious side was tempted to take her frustrations out on the two weaker girls. It was easy, though, to see how possessive Potter was of the pair, while Granger would clearly do anything to keep him happy. Since Pansy had every intent of keeping her wits about herself rather than ending up as another addle-brained sex toy, she made sure to keep her wand sheathed even when her temper spiked. Her dreams of late had often included Draco's final scream as he had plunged out of sight, which was just another reason for her to remain on her best behavior.
On the other hand, she was living in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets! She had been more than a little shocked when she had seen the basilisk's skeleton laying there in the antechamber. It seemed impossible that a boy as young as Harry had been had managed to kill the thing, even if he had had the help of Dumbledore's pet phoenix, and with a sword of all things! Why, its ribs were taller than the support beams in her family's cottage, and the skull alone would have filled the entire living room! The corpse was far more impressive than the massive stone bust that the monster had once lived inside.
Beyond that bust, however... Pansy knew she had never been a terrific student, but then she had also never really been interested in what her teachers had to offer. The Hogwarts curriculum had been designed to make them all good little witches and wizards, polite little witches and wizards, and, even worse, obedient little witches and wizards. Pansy had never wanted to learn how to keep pixies out of her garden or the thirty household uses for qualde roots, she wanted to be someone, the sort of witch that other practitioners spoke of in awe; if she couldn't have awe, then fear would do as well. But even Snape had held her back, refusing to authorize her attempts to get into the Restricted Section of the library. He had insisted that she wasn't ready for such dangerous materials, but how could he have possibly known if he never let her try? The only one who had ever given her any sort of encouragement had been Mad-Eye Moody, so it had turned out to be a bit of a disappointment when it had been revealed as a Death Eater and wouldn't be coming back for a second year.
The Chamber, on the other hand, was filled with rare books, and not all of them were dark magic, either! There were recipes for all sorts of potions, designs for eldritch artifacts, and rituals for summonings and bindings. Her primary interests lay in the tomes on combat and warfare, and with Harry's permission and Hermione's assistance she had cleared one of the side rooms to use as a training salle. Hovering crystals projected illusions of monsters and magi while attacking her with low yield stunning spells, so that she could practice her new incantations in a more practical setting. The only problem with the set up was that she had no control over the crystals. She had found the design on an ancient scroll that seemed to predate the school, and it hadn't exactly come with an instruction manual. All that had been included were the commands for 'on' and 'off', as well as a warning that the system would automatically shut down if left without an active target for more than five minutes. Not only did that make them useless as any sort of security device, but it also meant that she had no control over which lesson she would be fighting against at any given moment. The crystals had a staggering array of opponents to chose from, including standards such as goblins and centaurs to more exotic forms such as yokai and Polynesian sand demons, though it seemed to prefer human opponents as a standard selection. It had taken some digging, but the girls had eventually managed to identify the spear-and-shield wielding soldiers as Roman legionnaires from the sixth and seventh centuries. There were often spell casters mixed in with the muggle troops, so Pansy had to remain on her toes in order to avoid getting stabbed or blasted.
It also made Pansy wonder when and why they had stopped using muggles as shields. While she was definitely improving, nine times out of ten she still ended up getting stabbed to death. Pansy let out a grunt as a spear made of light and air ended up buried in her stomach by one of the faceless troops. Hot pain radiated out from the strike, paralyzing her body even as another four strikes landed. She spun as she fell, so she landed face down and was forced to stare at the floor as she waited for the stunner to wear off. By the time she could move again, the illusions had already vanished.
“Would it help if you had someone to stand by your side?”
Pansy flipped herself over so that she was laying on her back, then sat up so that she could face Harry. The new Dark Lord was leaning against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest. He wasn't looking at her, not exactly. It was more like he was looking past her, to all the variations of Pansy that were yet to be, so that he could pick the one that would best serve his needs.
Pansy thought about the question for a moment, then shook her head. “If I had a partner the crystals would probably just spawn more opponents to make up for it. I don't think any of the muggle army scenarios are winnable. I don't think they are supposed to be. Whoever created this didn't want wizards fighting muggles...at least not without an army of muggles of their own.”
“Why is that, do you think?” Harry asked as he walked over to a nearby rack of towels and tossed one to her.
Pansy frowned as she considered the question, and used the time she took to wipe down her face and chest to think about the question. Had it been coming from a teacher she would have considered it a test, which would have implied there was a right and a wrong answer. But this was Harry. By now she knew better than to question his authority, but Potter also made that easy by not pretending to know everything. If he was asking her it wasn't to reaffirm his own position by pointing out how she was wrong. Instead her answer would be used to form his own opinion or further expand his own rapidly increasing knowledge base. Her answer didn't need to be right, just honest.
“Then I would say it is because whoever created this spell wanted to protect muggles.” Pansy shrugged. “I'm only a student, but I'm already taking them down in job lots before they overwhelm me. And that's without resorting to some of the more destructive spells I've been studying, spells I don't want to risk setting off inside a small room underground. Admittedly, modern muggles probably still don't fight with swords and spears, but... I would expect the average witch or wizard could decimate a muggle military before they get brought down. It would be more a matter of who is willing to lose more bodies, and there are a lot more of them than there are of us. We're clearly the superior fighters, but they can win through attrition if it comes down to it.”
“Exactly the answer I would expect from a Slytherin,” Harry said, nodding. “I see the problem differently, hence my original question. What if we had muggle supporters of our own? How much longer could you survive if it wasn't us versus them, but us and them against our enemies? Individually we may be powerful, but together we would be nearly unstoppable. Its something the Death Eaters don't understand. They fight alone, or in small pairs and threesomes, if they think they can trust one another. That's why they have to run off and hide like cowards. They don't dare strike a larger, more confidently protected target because the strong can't trust the weak not to flee, and the weak can't trust the strong to protect them. But no one else can see that, so everyone is too scared to get together and go after them, leaving the Death Eaters to torment the muggles, who everyone thinks are useless anyway, and to torture or brainwash any witch or wizard unlucky enough to get caught out alone.”
“Typical Gryffindor.” It said something about the change in their relationship that it was not longer heard as a thinly veiled insult, but merely as an acknowledgment of a different point of view. Then Pansy blanched as she caught the full implication of his words. “You want to use muggles to go after Death Eaters?!”
“No,” Harry answered softly. “By the time we are done, we will be recruiting muggles to go after the Ministry.”
* * *
“So, what does Pansy think of your little scheme?” Hermione asked as she closed the door to their private chamber. She had ordered Ginny to keep Luna company. It had been six weeks since they had abducted the younger blonde, and Hermione had been keeping a close eye on her. Hermione, Ginny, and Pansy had all passed their periods without comment, but so far Luna had missed hers. The problem was... Luna was Luna. If she had noticed that had missed her cycle or even cared about, Hermione couldn't tell. Factoring in her slight build, her odd dietary habits, and the trauma she had experienced, it was entirely possible that Luna missing her period was an entirely natural course of events.
' Still, a darker part of me hopes that's the case,' Hermione thought as she turned the lock. Harry's logic about not impregnating her (yet!) made sense, but at the same time Hermione refused to accept that anyone else might end up bearing the heir to the Potter name. Any child that Harry might father with his concubines could possibly pose a threat to her own children's claims.
The exception, oddly, was Ginny. It might have been a side effect of their minds having merged for so long or just a lingering trace of affection, but Hermione couldn't muster any ill will towards the other girl, not in the same way she resented Luna or was wary of Pansy. In truth, Hermione hoped that Ginny would bear Harry many fine daughters so that she could partner them off with the sons she planned on carrying. She wasn't worried about the inbreeding. One of the previous Heirs had left behind a fascinating collection of ancient Egyptian artifacts and scrolls. Included in their number was the recipe for the potion the long-dead priests had used to stabilize the brother-sister pairings that had been common during those forgotten dynasties.
'Maybe I should whip up a contraceptive for Luna as well, even if she is already carrying a brat,' Hermione thought as she waited for Harry to answer her original question. 'If Harry does insist on a child, I can always find someone more suitable to serve as a mother. Someone more...stable.'
“About as well as could be expected, considering we're planning on overthrowing the entire Ministry of Magic. I don't think it is something that Pansy had ever really considered before. As far as I know, her parents aren't Death Eaters, and I reckon even Draco was smart enough to not go around sharing the Dark Lord's plans as pillow talk.” Harry frowned when finally noticed the look on her face. “What's wrong?”
“Must you father a child on Luna?” Hermione whined. “I mean, why her? Why now?”
“I-” Harry shook his head. “No, that's not right. Its bigger than just myself, though I am at the heart of the problem. Did you know that I am the last of the Peverells?”
“The who?” Hermione vaguely recognized the name. She was fairly sure that it had come up a few times in a History of Magic, but for the life of her she couldn't remember where or when.
“One of Britain's older magical families,” Harry answered as he pulled the covers back and motioned for her to join him in bed. Hermione quickly shed her robe and slipped in next to him. Once she was tucked against his side, Harry continued. “Also one of the most powerful magical families in Britain. I've found several family trees while exploring down here. I suppose it couldn't be helped, but more than a few of the previous Heirs were obsessed with that Pureblood nonsense. A few of the smarter ones even tried to understand it, and there are extensive genealogies of just about every non-muggleborn wizard down there, including my own. It turns out my ancestors were rather quite accomplished.”
“Harry.” Hermione's eyes narrowed. “You're not going to tell me you are starting to believe in that nonsense?”
“No...and yes,” Harry finally admitted. “Oh, the stuff about Purebloods making the best wizards is total bunk. You're individually more powerful and talented than most of the kids we went to school with, and possibly even more capable than some of the teachers in their prime.”
Hermione's nose scrunched as she thought about that. “I think you may be more powerful than I am, and you pick up the complicated spells a lot faster.”
Harry just shook his head. “I absorbed a good chunk of Voldemort's powers when he failed to kill me and the curse backfired, and it is possible that I have been absorbing more of them over the years. Quirrel, the diary, our fight in the graveyard... Those were all fights between broken pieces of his talent, with my own natural will and power providing the deciding factor. Otherwise, it is very likely I wouldn't have survived those fights. I don't know what will happen when we finally kill him for good. Its possible that I will keep these powers, but it is equally possible that they'll go when he does. At that point, all hail the Muggleborn Queen!”
Hermione let out a squeal as his fingers began to dance across her ribs. She had never enjoyed it when Ron had tried to tickle her, but then he had always been far too rough, jabbing his fingers into her like he was trying to see how deep her skin was. Harry was much more gentle, running his hands over her body like a violinist who had just been offered a Stradivarius. He didn't let up until she reached between his legs and grabbed his cock, giving it half playful, half threatening squeeze.
' I love watching his face flush like that,' she thought as she asked, “What does this have to do with you being the last Peverell?”
“Magic is in the blood,” Harry acknowledged. He shifted his hips to give her better access while simultaneously reaching for a puckered nipple. “The child of two strong practitioners has a greater chance of being powerful themselves. Its only a chance, however, and the kid can turn out to be just as average as everyone else. That is where those blood obsessed maniacs get everything wrong. They became so wrapped up in notions of blood purity that they seem to have bred themselves into a corner. They started to see a decline in their over all power just as soon as the “proper” houses started putting out rotten fruit. Only the Peverells didn't feel that way, and often married whomever they pleased, no mater what their origins. While the name itself has gone extinct, the overall result was a strengthening of the mixed bloodlines.
“Look at Molly Weasley, for example. While the Prewetts are members of the so-called Sacred Twenty-Eight, they never matched for status the way someone like the Malfoys did, so their bloodline is mixed with half-bloods and muggleborns, even if just somewhat distantly. That gives a witch like Molly a much deeper well to draw on – you've seen how many spells she can keep going at once! Compare her to a wizard like Lucius Malfoy, and I would side with Molly every time. The Malfoy line is only as strong as its weakest link, and, considering how narrow that particular family tree is, they have had plenty of time to acquire them over the years. There could be two, maybe even three of him in the fight, and all other things being equal, Molly would win.”
“That's the first reason,” Harry continued. “I want to see if those damaged bloodlines can be saved. Some, such as the Malfoys, I think we can just write off entirely. Others, such as the Lovegoods, might be salvageable. Of course, I would rather find out sooner than later. If we get her pregnant now, we'll know by the time we are thirty rather than by the time we are fifty. The second reason is a bit more personal. There are strong spells and rituals that require a partner of blood relation, such as the one Voldemort used to return himself to life. Having children of our own would mean we would have access to those same magics.”
“You want to have children so that you can use them as spare parts?!”
“Of course not!” Harry answered hotly. “Let's leave cutting off hands and dropping them into boiling cauldrons to the bad guys, yeah? I'm talking magic more like this.” Harry tapped his scar. “Dumbledore and Voldemort both spoke of powers not written in any book, and Voldemort at least believes that he has taken some of the protection my mother gave me when he used my blood for his resurrection. At the very least, we should make sure our future generations are prepared and protected.”
Hermione's eyes relaxed, but she still glared at Harry suspiciously. “Is that the only reason?”
“Well...” Harry hesitated as he considered how to phrase his next answer. He was aware of Hermione's ambitions, and had every intent of helping them succeed. They were, after all, his ambitions as well. But if he was going to pull this off, then he was going to need something a little more formal than his current impromptu harem. “I've also been finding more and more information on the Castle. Slytherin was a meticulous record keeper as it turns out, and was possibly the primary architect. While he was aware of many of the other founders' side projects, those legacies are tied to their individual houses. We would need a member of each house to to unlock them. If we use Luna as the first member, then we would only need a Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff.”
“Harry,” Hermione said gently, “Are you forgetting that you are a Gryffindor? As are Ginny and I. Pansy is a Slytherin, so shouldn't you only need a Hufflepuff?”
Harry shook his head. “It doesn't work like that. A Duke – or Duchess in this case – needs to remain permanently in the Castle and on its grounds in order for all of the enchantments to work. Granted, the grounds include Hogsmeade, the Forbidden Forest, and quite a number of lesser properties that we will want to reclaim, so they're not going to be stuck inside stone walls for the rest of their lives. Right now a lot of the responsibilities are being split up between the teachers, prefects, and Head Boy and Girl, so the wards are only partially functional. At the same time, if we were to take on these mantels, it would mean giving up things like Grimmauld Place and visiting your parents over night. I'd rather have you, Ginny, and Pansy in more mobile positions alongside myself. So we need to find three more girls to bind to us as Duchesses.”
“Four,” Hermione interrupted with a grimace. She didn't like the thought of having to add an extra body to the list, but at the same time she didn't see any way around it. “Luna is...not stable enough for a position this important. I expect we're going to need to let the Duchesses have more independent authority. The Ravenclaw should be someone people will listen to and obey without thinking about it. Luna is too much of a joke for that. No one will see her as Duchess Ravenclaw, but rather as that silly little girl whose shoes were always being stolen because she was too busy chasing imaginary fairies.”
This time it was Harry's turn to grimace. “Agreed. Honestly, I just didn't have any better candidates in mind. For someone who has been famous their entire life, my social life has always been rather cramped. Did you have anyone specific in mind?”
Hermione shook her head. “Preferably it would be a girl who is ripe, since you'll want to breed them as well. That rules out anyone younger than a fifth year. There were a few girls in the DA who would make good choices. The question then becomes, how do we ensure their loyalty?”
“Obliviation and seduction, of course,” Harry replied. “Preferably they'll be open to our agenda to begin with, but that should make sure of things. We'll need some polyjuice potion to sneak around the castle, however. I'm sure the guards will have doubled since we killed Draco, assuming McGonagall has even managed to keep the school open. I'll have Kreacher join the cleaning staff and gather the necessary ingredients from Snape's stocks.”
“Do we want to stir up more trouble?” Hermione asked.
“Not until we have the Duchesses in place.” Harry smiled faintly. “I was planning on removing McGonagall soon, but I'm afraid that if any of the professors are targeted that the school won't last much longer. While that would make it easier to seize for our own purposes, that would also result in all of the students being sent home. I know we've learned not to just run into things, but each disappearance is only going to add to the pressures being brought to bear on the Head Mistress. I'd prefer if we could take them all at once, or as close to it as possible.”
“I'll talk to Pansy about it in the morning,” Hermione promised. She slid her leg over Harry's hips and lined his cock up with her slit. “For now, why don't we focus on something a little more immediate...”
* * *
The library had come a somber place, even for that usually quiet locale. The normally robust Gryffindor spirit had broken under the loss of so many of its more popular characters, and while normally the Slytherins would have been celebrating, they were instead terrified by the recent murder of their own most notorious scion. Even the Ravenclaws were hurting. While Luna had always been treated as eccentric at best, she had still been a lively distraction in that usually bookish house. So far only the Hufflepuffs had been spared, left to wonder if they were fortunate to have been overlooked, of it was only a matter of time before one of them was next.
Alicia Tolipan was one of those Hufflepuffs waiting for the next shoe to drop, so she made it a point not to go anywhere without her twin sister, Erica. Despite having been sorted into separate houses, the two seventh years made it a point of lining up their schedules as closely as possible. Of course, that had been before students had started dying and disappearing. Now Alicia was simply glad to have her more aggressive sister playing constant bodyguard. Erica's protective streak went all the way back to when she had been the first born, or, as she put it, “the one to come out to make sure the coast was clear.” It had been an annoying trait when they were younger, but now it was just reassuring. Alicia looked up from the paper she was writing on the alchemical properties of quartz to smile at her protector, then went back to trying to explain why it was necessary to use a counter-clockwise motion when stirring in anything finer than sand and a clockwise motion for anything larger.
Erica returned her sister's smile, but couldn't focus on her own work. She had been trying to memorize the differences between Persian and Arabian jinni, but after reading near identical entries on ephreets, efrits, ephrits, and efreets, she was becoming more and more convinced that they were all simply the same sort of creature that simply enjoyed coming up with petty reasons to pick a fight with witches. That wasn't exactly a promising thought for a girl whose life ambition had been to become the next Lara Croft. Becoming a magical Lara Croft had sounded even more amazing, but not if it involved getting killed by potentially omnipotent spirits who made up for getting trapped in tiny clay jars by getting pissy over how their names were spelled!
Her eyes turned to the window as she instead considered, for possibly the thousandth time that day, the best way to keep her and her sister safe. The sky outside had turned a dark, steel gray. Even though it was only the first week of November, the ground had already frozen and the lake was covered by a thin sheet of ice. Fat snowflakes were drifting earthward, as if nature itself was intent on trapping the students of Hogwarts inside with whatever had been killing them. Everyone knew the teachers were useless, and this time it was even worse than when the basilisk had been running loose. Back then the snake hadn't managed to actually kill anyone, so the teachers had managed to cover up their incompetence once everyone had been cured by the mandrakes. Too bad for them now that there wasn't a cure for crucifixion or three hundred foot drops. It had been students who had found Malfoy's body, make it impossible to keep the truth a secret, though a new rumor was going around that the teachers had also managed to somehow lose his corpse. There had been a half-hearted attempt at blaming the victim, with a few teachers muttering about idiots who couldn't keep from breaking curfew, but there was no real effort to support that line of thinking.
' It bothers me more that all the corpses have been boys, while all the disappearances have been girls,' Erica thought glumly. 'I know it means there is a slight chance they might still be alive, but for what purpose? Why kill Harry, Ron, and Malfoy but keep Lovegood? Ginny and Parkinson I can understand, but Lovegood wasn't that attractive, I don't think. And Hermione was scary powerful. Even if someone did manage to get the drop on her, I don't see her being passive about it for long.'
She looked back at her sister and made a mental vow to keep Alicia safe from whatever nightmare was stalking the castle. Naturally, that was when the world went black.
* * *
When Erica woke up some unknown time later, it felt like her mouth had been stuffed with cotton. That, and the general soreness of her body, was enough to tell her that she had been the victim of a stunning spell. The Death Eater who had been pretending to be Mad-Eye had insisted on them experiencing several hexes and curses. At the time he had claimed it would be so that they were better prepared to resist them in the future, but after his true nature had been revealed Erica had decided it was just a cheap way for him to torture the students. She hadn't developed any resistances then, and it didn't seem like she had developed any now.
She tried to move, but someone had lashed her wrists to her ankles crosswise so that she was forced to stay in a kneeling position. Another rope had been run around her neck and then secured to a large iron ring set in the floor in front of her, tight enough that it kept her head pulled down, though there was just enough slack that she could twist her head slightly without fear of being choked. Enough that she could tell she was no longer in the castle. The stone floor was too smooth, and lacked the usual carpeting that covered the interior of the castle, while the walls were solid rock instead of the gray bricks that had been used to build Hogwarts.
It would have been at that point that most people would have started asking the usual questions, starting with, “Where am I?” and usually followed by, “How did I get here?” “What time is it?” and “Is anyone there?” But Erica was a Gryffindor. The only question she asked was the most important one of all. “Alicia?”
“Erica?! Oh no, they got you, too!”
Erica breathed a sigh of relief at her sister's panicked squeal. It was better knowing that her sister was alive and well, even if she was scared out of her mind. Erica's imagination had just about to invent all sorts of terrible fates for her younger sister, but now it could rest easy. Better to be trapped together with a chance of escape then left to dwell in her darkest fears.
“Oh, good, you two are awake!” A book slapped closed behind Erica. The voice sounded familiar, but it took a moment for the older girl to place it.
“Ginny? Is that you? Where are we?” Well, it had to be asked eventually.
“We're in the Chamber of Secrets, of course!” Ginny answered cheerfully. Erica was confused by how chipper the redhead sounded. She had been one of the first to disappear, but she didn't sound like a captive... “Hold on, Mistress told me to fetch her when you woke up. Mistress? Yes, the first two candidates are awake.”
Erica started to wonder if maybe the other girl had gone insane, but then she heard a second voice reply. It was too low to hear properly, as if she were trying to eavesdrop on a telephone conversation in another room. Erica strained her ears as she tried to hear more, but the conversation was over almost as soon as it started. Still... Mistress? Candidates? What in Merlin's bloody name was going on?
Erica got her answer only a few minutes later. A slight draft told her that a door had been opened, and then she heard Hermione ask in a very confused voice, “Ginny? Why are they tied up like that?”
“Kreacher did it, Mistress,” Ginny replied. There was a slight tremor in her voice. 'Why is Ginny afraid of Hermione?'
“If we didn't need his help filching supplies, I would gladly kill that miserable little house elf,” Hermione growled.”Deconstrictus.”
Erica gasped as the ropes binding her immediately fell off. The ropes around her wrists and ankles simply shrank and evaporated, while the one around her neck exploded to ten times its size and dropped in a huge ring around her. She looked up to find Hermione kneeling in front of her. The other girl looked concerned. “Are you all right?”
“What the hell is going on?” Erica demanded as Alicia scooted over next to her. “Ginny said this is the Chamber of Secrets? Everyone thinks you two are dead or kidnapped! Have you been down here the entire time? What about Harry? Is he all right?”
“Lord Peverell is fine,” Hermione said, gently.
“Lord...Peverell?” Alicia and Erica shared a confused look.
Hermione nodded. “With Dumbledore out of the way, we've decided it is time to start the next era of magical history. The past six years have been telling. The Ministry is corrupt and inefficient. The Pureblood families are slowly poisoning themselves with their notions about blood purity, those who haven't outright sided with Voldemort. Muggleborns and half-bloods are forced to either deny what they are, or accept second class roles. Meanwhile, the Muggle world continues to expand and progress, forcing the magical world deeper into the shadows as it is left further and further behind.
“What Harry and I intend to do is clear out the old ways. First we crush the Death Eaters and overthrow the Ministry, then we'll break the purebloods by outing ourselves to the muggles and forming new alliances. We'll rejoin the studies of magic and science, so that they compliment each other once more. In order to do that, we first need to secure a place of power, and Hogwarts is going to be that place. There is a vast amount of potential here, far in excess of what any student might ever hope to know bout. This, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, is just a starting point. We don't have access to the other legacies, not yet anyway, but we will. Slytherin had it all written down.
“To start, we need four members of each of the respective houses so that we can use them as surrogate Heirs. That is where you two come in. We want you, Erica, as the Duchess of Gryffindor, and you, Alicia, to serve as Duchess Hufflepuff. In exchange, you will be joined to House Peverell. You will be established as part of the ruling dynasty, with your descendents holding positions of power in the reborn wizarding society. Your word will be as good as law; only Harry and myself will be able to overrule you. Will you choose to join us?”
Erica wanted to ask if the other girl was insane, but she could hear the conviction in Hermione's voice. Nor had Ginny interrupted to add or argue anything her “Mistress” had said. It was impossible to know what might have been promised to the youngest Weasley, but Erica doubted it was the same wealth and power speech they were getting. On the other hand, it was a fairly open secret that Ginny and Harry had a thing for one another – Ginny just might have openly volunteered to join this madness!
On the other hand... A lot of what Hermione made sense. The wizarding world – as Erica knew it – was broken and obviously had been for some time. The Tolipans might not have encountered the same bigotry faced by the half-bloods and muggleborns in houses such as Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but they had still had butted heads with it a time or two, even among their friends. Natural born witches were just that superior minded about their heritage. They would unconsciously mock muggle achievements, even when those accomplishments had already surpassed what wizards were doing. Or, more accurately, especially when it surpassed the magical world's equivalents. Moving pictures had been exciting when she was a first year, but now she took them for granted and it occurred to Erica that she hadn't seen anything improve in regards to that. Good grief, wizarding photography still used flashbulbs and boxes mounted on tripods! Where were the personal cameras, the instant Polaroids? They had been told that they shouldn't bring muggle artifacts to school because magic made them do wonky things, but if wizards could get radios and phonographs to work, then why not walk-mans or TVs? Hell, even a telephone would have been nice, just so that they could call home every once in a while. Owls certainly had a certain charm in person, but they were bloody inconvenient when the rest of your family lived in the middle of a London walk-up.
That alone almost made Erica say yes, but then she looked at her sister. True, if they accepted they would be made Duchesses and given a starring role in the new world order Hermione was promising, but at what cost? While knocking off the Death Eaters didn't bother her, over throwing the Ministry couldn't possibly be that simple or You-Know-Who would have done it already. People would resist, innocent people who were just trying to defend what they knew, what made them feel safe. People a lot like Alicia. How many more people would need to bury family members so that Harry and Hermione could build the world they were dreaming of? How much more blood would need to be shed?
It was a war between what her mind said was the smart choice and what her soul said was the right one. In the end it was the soul that won. The world Hermione described would have been a utopia, but it would have been a utopia built with the corpses of those who had opposed it and cemented with the tears of those they left behind. When she finally answered, Erica spoke quietly. “I'm sorry, Hermione. The answer is no.”
The twins started to rise, but before they could get back to their feet the ropes laying around them sprang to life and pinned them back to the ground. Alicia screamed as Erica looked up at Hermione with a look of horror in her eyes. “You said we could choose!”
“But I never said I would accept it if you made the wrong choice,” Hermione replied blandly. Her eyes flickered to her servant. “Ginny?”
“Obliviate!”
Erica's next protest was lost to time as the curse struck her in the back. Her bright green eyes faded and turned glassy as Ginny invaded her mind. Hermione had chosen her weapon well. Had she cast the curse, she would have been forced to turn the Tolipans into broken automatons, as she currently lacked the fierce sexual desire that had created Ginny's pet persona. That had been a fluke as much as anything else, and Hermione had decided that while Obliviation was definitely a spell to master, it was also one she would practice on less important individuals. It was a trickier spell in some ways than the Imperius Curse, though it was obvious the two were related. The Imperius Curse was clearly the stronger of the two; almost impossible to resist, it gave the caster perfect control and could not be detected until its victim began to carry out their orders. The Obliviation Curse, by contrast, was much more obvious in effect, even if it was equally incurable. Anyone who ran into Ginny now would immediately realized she had been bespelled, and was likely to react accordingly. Unlike the Imperius, however, it allowed for a person's entire personality to be rewritten according to the caster's desire. Memories were powerful things, the imprint of every experience that had shaped a person's decisions and personality. Removing, replacing, and altering those memories therefore had consequences for the subject, and the older and more important the memory the more severe the consequences. That meant a more demanding investment on the part of the caster, as each new alteration could bring about unforeseen changes.
Which was Ginny was the perfect choice for casting the spell. The idea was to create more devoted worshipers for Harry, though ones who would also still possess enough self awareness that they could function independently. Hermione would have had to carefully weigh every memory before deciding what to do with it, both Erica's and her own. To far in one direction and the older girl would be useless for their plans. Too far in the other, and she might accidentally create another rival.
Ginny, on the other hand, only needed to copy over her own organic memories. Embarrassed glances at Tony Brelling through the windows of the Hogwarts Express were replaced with a fond memory of sneaking shy glances at Harry from behind her mother on platform 9 ¾. Erica's first kiss with Howard Cacklebum remained the same, though now it carried with it the sad regret that it hadn't been with Harry instead. Every intimate moment she had shared with another boy now became about her new lord. Every fond memory was recast as a dream with his face in it, every regret now came with the impression that Harry could have done it better. Just thinking about him made her stomach knot up with happy tension. Even having to share him didn't bother her, just so long as she was allowed to have a piece when she could... Oh, and Hermione too. The sexual desire wasn't as strong, but the need to please was. Erica would do anything for her wise, kind Mistress, anything at all...
Hermione watched in satisfaction as both girls stopped resisting, their jaws slack as Ginny rewrote their minds. Curiously, it was Alicia who seemed to be more resistant to the brainwashing, and her eyes remained dull for several minutes after Erica's had been released from the curse's grip. Hermione would have loved to have known if it was the magic or the girl's chose role that the younger twin was resisting, but in the end it was a moot point. As long as she played the part she had been assigned, then everything was going exactly according to plan. There was only one thing left to do.
“Harry, you can come in now.”
Erica's eyes lit up at the mention of Harry's name, and she smiled when the door opened again to reveal her Lord and Master standing on the other side.
“Good morning, Lord Peverell!” Ginny, Erica, and Alicia all spoke at the same time, thrilled by the sight of the boy they were all in love with. Hermione shook her head at their chorus; it struck her as a little creepy how in sync the three girls seemed to be. Fortunately, they all seemed to have retained some form of personal identity. Hermione watched as Ginny stepped forward, Erica rose to her feet, and Alicia remained kneeling. Ginny and Erica exchanged looks, and for a moment Hermione thought the two girls were about to come to blows. Instead they simply each moved to take Harry by the hand, Ginny his left and Erica his right. Alicia looked up with a smile, but she still didn't move from her place on the floor.
'Don't don't tell me we're going to need a new Duchess of Hufflepuff so soon,' Hermione moaned inwardly. She didn't know what losing her sister might do to Erica, but they also simply didn't have time to play games seeing if the younger twin would cooperate. Her fingers wrapped around her wand as she prepared to strike, but a small motion from Harry stayed her hand. He carefully withdrew his fingers from Ginny's grip and motioned for Alicia to rise. “What is wrong, Alicia? Don't you want to join us?”
“I'm- I'm afraid.” Her voice quavered, and she refused to meet Harry's gaze. “My lord, I do not know if I am ready. I do not know if I am worthy.”
“Oh, my dear, but you are,” Harry crooned. He reached out and caressed her cheek. “You are one of the greatest witches I have ever known. Your powers will help to shape a far greater world for all of us, and your wisdom will continue to guide it long after all else of history has been ground down to dust. I name you Helga Hufflepuff's one true Heir, here to do her will for all magic kind. Rise, rise and take your place among my court.”
Alicia's entire body was trembling as she pushed herself off the stone floor, only to for the shaking to stop as soon as Harry's hand touched hers. Her head tilted back as he leaned in for a kiss. Heat suffused her body as their lips touched and she couldn't help but moan when they finally broke apart. She didn't put up any resistance as Ginny began to remove her clothes, but instead stood respectfully so that her new master could examine her body. Her school robes ended up in a puddle around her feet, topped by her cream colored panties. Deft fingers removed her bra, then, lacking a better place to put it, dropped it behind Ginny.
Harry nodded in approval of his newest concubine. Alicia's breasts scaled more to the large side, with a slight tilt upwards that left her nipples pointing directly at anyone looking down at them. Her belly was naturally flat, though it would lack the tone that her sister's would once Erica had also stripped. Her sex was marked by a small thatch of stubble; she had shaved it during the summer and fall, but now that winter was returning she had decided to let it grow back in.
Alicia was much more nervous as she watched Harry disrobe. He took his time, not wanting to scare her by seeming to hasty or aggressive. At the same time, it didn't take him nearly as long for he hadn't started with as much. Harry hadn't been wearing anything under his robes, so once he had removed them and handed them to Hermione there was nothing left to hide his bare body. He was already hard, his foreskin partially pulled back to reveal the swollen purple crown of his cock.
Both Tolipan sisters gasped at the sight of his nakedness. They had had some idea of what to expect from the images Ginny had implanted in their minds, but reality proved to be a far more potent experience. Alicia began to unconsciously reach for him, only to freeze when she realized how brazen she was being. Harry refused to allow her to retreat and seized her wrist. A nod of permission dispelled the terror in her eyes as he placed her hand on his shaft, showing her the proper way to grip and stroke.
His other arm went around Erica's waist and pulled her against him. She, in turn, responded by grabbing both his and her sister's asses and giving them a playful squeeze. It wasn't until Harry grabbed both girls by the back of the head, however, and guided them into a shared kiss that the menage a trois was officially joined. It was impossible to tell who was in control at that moment, as teeth, tongues, and lips tangled in a playful series of nips and tugs.
That was when Hermione chose to abandon the room, pushing Ginny out the door in front of her before the lusty redhead could give in to temptation and tried to turn the threesome into a foursome. There was a power rising in the room that Hermione couldn't understand, but it had the feel of a ritual, and one that might be a bad idea to interrupt. 'Hopefully there is something in Slytherin's archives,' she thought as she locked the door behind her. Even that barrier wasn't enough to completely isolate them from the effect. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up and her steps felt lighter, as if she couldn't quite touch the ground with her feet. It wasn't quite floating – it lacked the stomach-in-her-throat feeling the hover charm left her with – more as if gravity was just...off. The entire experience simply begged for her to do more research.
Back in the room, standing had also become difficult. Harry had ended up lying down on his back, with Erica straddling his chest and Alicia kneeling between his legs. Alicia was absolutely mesmerized by his penis, watching as each slow pump of her hand brought a bit more precum out of his slit. She didn't have quite as much experience as her much more forward sister, and most of the memories Ginny had left her with had easily been slotted into the fantasy category. It wasn't the first time she had held a cock before, but it was the first time she had seen one in any sort of light or been able to touch it for more than thirty seconds before the boy made a mess of both their robes. It amazed her how it could feel so hard and soft at the same time, like iron wrapped in velvet. Not only that but it was warm, and she could see dark veins stretching under his pale skin with each tug. A small bubble of precum sat perched at the very tip, like a delicately balanced pearl.
“Go ahead and kiss it,” Erica suggested breathlessly. Harry had started to massage her back for lack of something better to do, and it was making her increasingly horny. She didn't think it was possible to be so turned on, but each touch by Harry sent small shocks of pleasure racing through her system. It all seemed so silly now, but she had been under so much stress worrying about what might happen to her and Alicia, she had never realized how tense she had been getting. The back rub was doing wonders for loosening her tight muscles, but she still couldn't wait to have his cock deep inside her.
“Kiss it?” Alicia asked.
“Mhmm.” Erica nodded. “Trust me, boys love it when you do that.”
Alicia didn't hesitate. Erica had never steered her wrong before. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips delicately against the of his penis, almost as if she was afraid it might burn her. The precum smeared against her lips, giving the faintest trace of taste. It was slightly salty, slightly sweet, like nothing else she had tried before.
“More, please,” Harry moaned.
“Go ahead,” Erica urged. She had never thought about it before, but the sight of her younger sister giving her first blowjob was incredibly arousing.
Alicia was quick to obey. She tugged down on his shaft, exposing more of the crown and opened her mouth a little wider. Her tongue flicked out and tickled his glans, earning another moan from Harry.
“Put your lips around it, all the way,” Erica suggested. “Go on, just like you were sucking on a lolly.”
Alicia did, taking him the rest of the way into her mouth. His member felt heavy against her tongue, and she could have sworn that she felt it shifting in time with his heartbeat. She had only gotten as far as the head of his cock, but the flavor was definitely stronger now, more exciting. She gagged slightly when Harry's hips gave an involuntary jerk, his body seeking the warm tightness of her mouth, but the hand holding his shaft kept him from getting too far. She built up to it, hand and head moving as one, faster and faster, until she had managed to swallow nearly four inches of his length. She kept going until her body demanded oxygen, but as she popped off him with gasp, Erica was already there and ready to take over. More experienced than her younger sister, Erica managed to wriggle her way all the way down to the base of his cock, so that her lips were pressed against his sack.
It also meant that she had to lean forward, and it wasn't an opportunity that Harry planned on passing up. He pulled back on her thighs, so that she was lying flat on top of him with her sex exposed. His tongue darted forward, sliding up between her lips in one long sweep. Erica yelped at the unexpected change in position, and Alicia couldn't help but laugh at her older sister's surprise. Mirth quickly turned to envy, however, as Erica's face contorted with pleasure. Harry's tongue was all over her, wiping back and forth across her clit before darting into her tunnel and then back again. She wanted to writhe, to squirm, to do anything to relieve the aching pressure building in her loins, but his arms curled around her legs and held her pinned in place.
Alicia didn't want to let her sister have all the fun. “Move,” she snarled as she reached for Harry's cock. Erica was too distracted to offer any resistance. Alicia plunged downwards, sucking him between her lips with much less hesitation than she had before. To her it had become a race, to see if she could get Harry off before he finished her sister. It wasn't fair that Erica got to have all the fun, in Alicia's mind if she could just prove how talented she was to her Master, then he would be sure to spend more time concentrating on her.
“Oh, gods,” Harry panted as Alicia pushed him past the breaking point. His mouth clamped down on the first thing available as the first climactic spasm ripped through him, which just happened to be Erica's clit. The older girl shrieked as Harry sucked hard on her most sensitive point, and her mind whited out with orgasm.
Alicia felt a momentary surge of panic when she felt Harry's cock begin to pulse against her tongue. She had never had a boy cum in her mouth before, but she didn't want Harry to know that! She instinctively pulled back so that just the head of his cock was still between her lips, which meant there was plenty of room for the first shot that spurted forward. Another half dozen followed, the last coming out as a mere dribble, but it was still far more than Alicia had expected. Still, she managed to avoid spilling a drop, but simply let it fill her cheeks before she swallowed. The taste was much stronger, the salty and sweet blending together in something not truly describable, and she savored every last bit of it.
Erica had collapsed into a happy little puddle, so it wasn't difficult for Harry to ease her off to the side and pull Alicia into her place. The younger Tolipan was more than happy to oblige, and quickly crawled into position over Harry's still-hard dick. Before she could get it in, however, Harry rolled them over so that he was on top, so that he was in control.
Alicia let out a strangled gasp as he plunged into her. She wasn't a virgin, but so far it had been Erica who had been receiving most of Harry's attention. Not only that, but Harry was easily the largest boy that she had ever been with. He hadn't held anything back, either, but instead buried himself inside of her with one fluid motion. Alicia's world fell apart in a blur of sensation, of being utterly, completely full, of being split apart, of her body joined to his in the most perfect way possible. He gave her only a few seconds to adjust before he began to move, taking her with long smooth strokes. Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster.
Harry smiled as he looked down at Alicia. Her long blonde hair had fallen around her head in the shape of a halo, and her eyes were closed as she gave into her body's feverish desires. Her lips were clenched together, but that wasn't enough to stifle the little mewling noise she made every time he bottomed out inside of her. He leaned in closer and pushed her arms up over her head, pulling her breasts up against his chest with each thrust. She gasped the first time her nipples brushed against his skin, so he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. With that his body owned hers, and every movement, every sound, every pleasure came at his command. He felt her cunt tighten as her first orgasm rolled over her. He pushed in as far as he could go, then held it there as she was lost in ecstasy. He didn't pull out until she had gone completely still, save for the shallow rise and fall of her stomach as she struggled to breathe properly.
Erica watched enviously as her sister slipped into blissful catatonia, Harry, however, had no intention of leaving her envious for long. His legs were only slightly shaky as he got back to his feet and quietly padded over to where she lay. Erica tried to look him in the eye, but failed as she found her gaze drawn to his cock. His foreskin was entirely withdrawn now, leaving bare the purple helmet slick and shiny with her sister's essence. She started to reach for it, but Harry shook his head.
“No. Turn around. On your knees,” Harry ordered. He wasn't quite sure how, he just seemed to know that each of the Tolipans needed to be taken in a certain way. Alicia had needed to know that he would be in control, but that he would be willing to share with her. Erica, on the other hand, needed to be dominated, to be shown that Harry's will came before her own. She hesitated for a moment, but then he stood a little straighter and moved to take a step back, as if withdrawing a special treat. That was enough to earn her compliance. She turned around and dropped to her hands and knees, but as she turned her head to confirm that that was how Harry wanted her he grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced here all the way down, so that her face and tits were pressed against the cool, smooth stone floor. But where defiance could be overcome pride could not. Erica's spine remained ramrod straight, lifting her ass high, just as Harry intended. The hand squeezing her neck remained in place as he knelt down behind her and his other hand carefully searched out her cunt. He did not enter her as forcefully as he had her sister, but slipped in patiently, drawing out their first joining even as she desperately whispered, “Please, please, please.”
Erica groaned impatiently as Harry paused for the third time. She could feel him in her, could feel him stretching her inner walls, but her body was demanding more. She lacked that sense of completeness that came from having a boy all the way inside of her, and Harry was refusing to grant it to her. If she tried to roll her hips, he would stop. If she tried to wriggle her ass, he would stop. He only advanced when he felt like it, and he was definitely taking his own good time about it. Her body was wracked by shocks of molten lust as he slid deeper inch by sweet inch, driving her made with the need for more. She began trying to grind her rub her breasts against the floor, looking for any sign of relief and finding none.
Harry swallowed a sigh as finally pushed the last inch into her. The idea was to take his time with it, not to encourage her or build any confidence in her own talents, but he was finding it difficult to focus on the task at hand. Erica was tight, tighter than her sister, and Harry wanted nothing more than to pound her silly and fill her cunny with his sperm. Instead he gritted his teeth and began to pull out, trying to think of anything other than the wonderful feeling of her pussy dragging along his shaft. It didn't help that Erica was much more vocal, as well. Where Alicia had made polite little whimpering noises, Erica moaned and screamed shamelessly, detailing her lust in explicit detail.
“Please Harry, fuck me, just fuck me. I need your cock, please, deeper, deeper, please Harry, harder...” It seemed to come out as one constant stream, punctuated only by her need to breathe. Harry found it all incredibly arousing, which only made it more difficult for him to remain in control.
“Damn,” he grunted as finally gave in. He drew back one final time, then began to slam into her cunny with a piston-like rhythm.
“Oh Ha-r-r-r-y,” Erica gasped. Her voice caught each time he filled her, echoed by the sound of their bodies slapping together. Thought dissolved as her world narrowed and concentrated somewhere on a point deep inside her, a place of never ending sexual energy that just radiated utter, perfect happiness. Her entire body was tingled warmly as she plummeted into her climax. Then Harry was coming with her, his body pressed tight to hers as he pumped shot after shot deep inside of her. Her cunny tightened up around him, not wanting to lose a single, precious drop of his seed.
Harry dropped on to his ass as he pulled out. His cock was still erect, if a bit sore from over use, so he allowed the Tolipans to wash him clean with their mouths. They giggled as they did it, as Erica would occasionally whisper naughty things to her sister, always just low enough that Harry couldn't quite hear what they were plotting. Erica seemed to be utterly insatiable, and tried to see if she could get Harry up for a third round.
“Not quite yet,” Harry said, laughing exhaustedly at their enthusiasm. He noticed that while Alicia hadn't been quite as brazen, she seemed equally disappointed. “Give me an hour or two, and then we'll see about another romp.”
“Promise?” Alicia asked hopefully.
“Try me and see,” Harry said with a wink. Both girls giggled, then Erica leaned over and suggested something to Alicia that left the younger girl wide eyes and shocked. Harry just shook his head as he got back to his feet, then offered the girls a hand up as well. That led to more kissing and fondling, but still not quite enough for Harry to have another go of it.
Alicia and Erica watched as he redressed, then considered their own piles of clothes. It seemed silly to put it all back on when Harry hadn't even bothered to belt his robes closed, so they didn't. Erica slid her robe back over her shoulders but also left it open, exposing her breasts and sex to anyone who cared to look, then added a pair of socks to insulate her feet from the stone floor. Alicia was slightly more modest as she did belt her robe closed, tugging the sash nice and tight to make sure that it stayed in place. On the other hand, it also had the effect of pressing her breasts up and together. Not only did it make them seem a bit larger, but the combination of utter cleavage and barest hint of aureola was far more arousing for Harry than her sister's blatant nakedness. Also unlike Erica, Alicia chose to go barefoot through the chamber.
The two girls waited for Harry to exit first, then followed in his wake. They kept up a constant stream of chatter as he led them to the common room, pointing out the Chamber's various attractions to them as they went. Erica nodded appreciatively at Pansy's training salle and Alicia couldn't help but gawk at just how large the archives were in real life, while the full sized bath gave them both all sorts of interesting ideas involving their new Lord and Master.
The other four girls had already gathered in the common room. Hermione and Pansy were hunched over three scrolls they had set out on the main table, while Ginny was curled up in a chair reading a book. Luna was sitting by herself in a corner, casting a levitation charm over and over on dirty fork. Harry frowned as he saw that and came to a decision.
Pansy was the first to look up. “Added two more to your harem, eh?”
“Indeed. I give you the Duchess Gryffindor and the Duchess Hufflepuff!” Harry announced. He motioned for the twins to step forward and stand at his side. “With them at our side, our inevitable control of Hogwarts draws ever nearer. Once we have the Duchess Ravenclaw and Duchess Slytherin on our side, the castle while acknowledge us as its true masters, and will grant us access to all of its secrets. From there, we can begin the process of reclaiming its full grounds, which will provide us with the resources and materials we will need to eliminate the Death Eaters once and for all.”
Pansy shot Hermione a look, but the other girl just shook her head, indicating that it wasn't quite the time for questions. Instead, Hermione turned to Harry and asked, “So then everything we as well as we expected?”
“It did, Mistress,” Erica said, tilting her head respectively. “My sister and I are your faithful servants, in this and all things. I understand now that my earlier choice was made in haste, and thus in error. We, I, did not understand just how broken the world had become, and thought only of those who would stand against us in the coming days. I did not think about all those it would mean leaving trapped in bondage to the old ways. If they are ever to have any hope of being judged for who they are rather than what they are, then of course there must first be those willing to end the traditions of hate and fear.”
“And I have come to a decision of my own as well,” Harry announced as he drew his wand. “I had hoped to...temper our impact on the coming world, by instilling new life in to the old bloodlines. I did not want them to be left behind, for us to lose all the tradition and history that had grown up with those families. I realize, now, that I would just be nursing a dying tree, and thus denying life to the seedling that might one day grow to replace it. We must not look to rescuing the old dynasties, but to establishing new ones, dynasties founded with clear minds and pure morals. With that said-”
Harry whipped his wand in Luna's direction as he hollered, “Sectum sempra!”
The the magic cut clean and true, cleaving through her throat with ease. The broken-minded girl made a small little choking sound as a sheet of bright red blood came spilling down her neck. The spell had sliced down through to her spine, so it did not take long for her to expire. She sagged down in her chair, then toppled over completely to lie in a steadily expanding scarlet pool.
There was no regret in Harry's voice when he next spoke. “The old ways shall perish, and make way for the such has it always been, such is as it always will be. Kreacher! Pick up this mess and get rid of it.”
All the girls stopped and stared as Harry walked off.
Ginny, Alicia, and Erica were the first to leave. They simply shrugged, utterly indifferent to the death. Their Lord and Master had decided the girl needed to die, and that was enough for them. Ginny simply closed up her book and went to find a place to read that didn't stink of blood and death, while Erica and Alicia went off to find something to eat. Harry had sated one hunger, so now it was time to go and sate another.
Pansy took a little longer to make up her mind. 'Probably wouldn't have taken it quite that far,' she decided after a moment. Granted, she hadn't necessarily wanted the girl dead, but the coo-coo blonde had never been anything since dead weight, good for nothing other than popping out babies. Luna's sudden demise didn't bother her in the slightest. Then she, too, shrugged and went to find something to eat and pick the brains of Harry's newest brides. She'd done the same thing to Ginny, curious about just how far the brainwashing went and how much of the normal personality remained, and having two new samples would hopefully give her that much more insight.
Only Hermione stayed to watch as the crotchety hold house elf vanished the body, then came back with a mop for the blood. She waited patiently until he had gotten every last drop up. 'Wonder why he does it that way, if he can get rid of the rest of the body so easily?' Hermione shivered at the thought. When she had mentioned her concerns to Harry she hadn't intended for him to kill Luna! 'On the other hand, what else were we supposed to do with her? She wasn't fit to breed, she'd be useless as a soldier, and no one in their right minds would listen to anything she has to say. Kreacher already provides all the menial labor we need. I suppose we could have used her for a lab rat...but no, even Luna deserved better than that. We could have kept her prisoner, but that would have meant detailing someone to look after her, or just letting her wander around the Chamber and blundering into everything else we might be doing.'
Unable to make up her mind, she rolled up the scrolls and went off to make a cup of tea. As she reached the doorway she took one last look back at where the younger girl's corpse had been. 'I suppose the real question is: Did Harry think about this, too, or did he just decide to kill her?'
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