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Harry and KiKi: Tales of the Boy Necromancer	By : pmczarnecki711 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 56752 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 61: Surrey Problems and Other Complications

“No matter how one tries bad things happen, but don’t worry too much about it. It is not as if you could do any better even when you try. There is just some things one should try and being happy is far more important than much else as a happy person is healthier from the lack of stress even if they are not doing much else right, and so I say be happy and live well!”– Tina said to the nervous volunteers of the Transcending All Perception Symposium.

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Harry was aware that his first few days had been a blend between excessive work and the attention his servants were providing, but outside of Sarah being punished and concerning himself with the contract and how it affected things, he realized he had mostly done paperwork and indulged his newest fetish though enough servants had been sent here that needed milking that his thirst was quenched. He had avoided the Dursleys since the previous summer, but he had kept observations going on to better know what they had been up to similarly, to how he had just finished listening to Arabella’s handler, and he tried not to smirk in that she was ahead in paying her debts. Unfortunately, she was billed for services rendered as well as her upkeep so because she had decades added to her life as well as one of the earliest to get rejuvenation and other health options, which meant that she would likely spend a century without many additional treatments added to the bill, but as he had just signed her off to be a test subject for further modifications there was the chance those using her services would have their great grandchildren doing the same thing.

“I would say that went rather well sir, and I suspect that the new procedure will add even more requests for her services,” Tina said from where she had not been doing a sexy dance for getting another day rotation in here though she had already been nicely worn out earlier before he had her on hand in case there had been bad news. “Still she will almost be as bad off as Yue after they are done, and there is the fact that most of those being treated would probably object to someone becoming as messed up as they are, but she was a traitor to you so we all are a bit vindictive about what happens to her. Personally, I think someone wants to find the equivalent for that rat bastard Polkiss or any of Dudley’s half-assed attempts at a crew. It is a shame he can't be dumped in a tub where after hours of horror looks decent and has a brain added enough to be useful, but then he would be useful for something besides a meat shield.”

“True, it would make him useful and Kyle has been leaving rather colorful notes about the shit he has to pull to keep the mini hippo from causing problems, but somehow Vernon has him thinking he is a badass boxer when that just makes me want to call in someone from unlicensed boxing to give him a right beat down,” Harry said as he took a long pull on the chilled milk chocolate shake that still retained the impression of Yue being its source. “Unfortunately, unless I want to get into some right tricky politics, I need to keep the brat on a leash, and when it happens then I will be more than able to make something of him. In the meantime, Dudley or as he has been calling himself Big D is likely going to try to be more akin to the American gangsta rappers he has been listening to, and that only means he will do something that will get him stabbed at best. It isn’t like we allow him to shakedown kids for lunch money and he is too damn ugly and an asshole to work let alone somewhere we control, which means that petty crime is his best bet, and it is not as if Vernon didn’t do worse even in the expunged records.”

“So you are going to still crush them utterly just when the time is right then, sir?” Tina said though she was a bit dizzy from being under his desk though she was partially draped over it now in an attempt to coerce him to take her over it once he was done with the latest batch of work though some of the stuff on the side was his free associating ideas to try later from what she could understand of it. “I thought as much from what I know of you sir, and I expect that it will be truly a sight to behold. So what is that you are working on the side, as I recognize some of it or the math anyways yet I doubt it is the usual problems one would use that for though the base used is different, master?”

“True it is different, but the math works better in something other than base ten, and the variables are useful in trying to figure out the mathematics of magic, which is something really interesting when one thinks about how similar magic and science are when advanced enough,” Harry said as he looked away from her ass to the notes he had taken in part to figure out what the simple thing he had overlooked on the mirrors as well as the other things such as the milk machine spells. “Science did give us a method to test how things happen even if the rest doesn’t seem applicable to magic as there is the simple fact that cause does not always follow effect, as well as other basic concepts fall apart. Still there are principles to understand and math does not change regardless of magic though the meaning does in how things add up, but this was part of my attempt to translate a few spells to an equation that could be converted to runes to use as an enchantment, but there are things I can do that I would like to have added to devices though in addition to the corresponding with Nikki to improve on the vibration and other runic functions of her toys I am leaning towards a more sensual device that would simulate a mouth for a number of reasons. There are other notes intermixed though I will collate them out at some point, but that is not what you were interested in right now anyways was it?”

“Not completely though I do recognize some of it as I said, but it is not as if math was my passion; however, we could post it to some boards to see what people think devoid of the magic aspect to see how the math jives with others in the theoretical mathematics and similar studies,” Tina said as she recalled that math was for most boring in its dryness, but for everything someone had a passion for it where it was a hobby or necessity at best for others. “The computer science geeks as they seem to get called might be interested in magic as a programming language or languages, but as I said my interests are elsewhere though you were right that Miss Sarah is trying to talk me into film. So would this look like an ass that people would fantasize about or what? No, sir, I am not kidding too much, but I was hoping for another pounding and or reaming once the necessities were done, and you can only blame your skills and instincts for us trying to jump you as we would have cuddled you if you had achieved your Animagus especially if it was cute.”

Harry had given her a strange look though when she had used her hands to emphasize her bared ass tantalizingly close to where his hand was writing there had been a concession that she did have a rather nice one that he wouldn't mind enjoying again, but there was also the fact that fantasy was not something he seemed to indulge in anymore as if he had an idea then one of his sexual partners would likely consider it without contemplating it too much. He didn’t dwell on the fact that he was experiencing one flaw of the harem in finding time to see each for who they were though he was avoiding Arabella as much as he would anyone he had no interest in though he had enjoyed the more humiliating things being done to her. Traitors had to be punished after all though that to was a slippery slope he was making sure not to slip down, and he had enough worry about slipping down from other things such as how Anne seemed a bit too quick to pile up the bodies for his peace of mind.

Not that he had anything he could say considering his own body count or the things he had done to others, but Harry was trying not to be a hypocrite even as a very attractive and arousing ass was spread for him to see the still visible signs of his having used them earlier. At the moment he was hoping for something to keep him from slipping into her though he had been honest that he thought something that could simulate kissing and licking would be popular, and given how his girls adored it something coming close would be nice especially for Bella, Cissa, and Amy as he was going to be unable to see them though he didn’t doubt Bella was planning something especially with how she had been caring for Cissa as she was being neglected. The ladies Black were the sort of women he could spend days just exploring every inch of their body, and it was not as if his original girls minded as they agreed with him on it, but Hermione had done the same to Dora as had he though the things they had done with their metamorphmagus pet was vast and incredibly erotic in the kinks they had explored.

“All in all I can agree that I would love watching your ass on screen though I would rather not have a form that was so cute that it seemed to need to be cuddled, but given that Trick and Trouble are cuddle-able at times that wouldn't be so bad; however, no matter how you would look good on screen, I have to finish this before doing something better than watching though as much as I don’t want to ask just wait a bit more and that means stop playing with yourself,” Harry said as he tried not to have his eyes become glued to watching Tina stroking fingers inside her wet and anticipating holes. “Perhaps when this is done then I would be more than willing to indulge you again, and I was contemplating a series of short scenes that featured demonstrations of the newest toys with plenty of orgasms obvious to the viewer. Personally, if I can't have a nice warm and willing woman next to me as I sleep then the sounds especially the cries of orgasm is a good second place to have, and I doubt that there is any shortage of volunteers to be filmed with explosive and intense orgasms a certainty. Besides, it would allow for customers to have a better idea of how to use them before they come in, but I know that the employees love demonstrations as well as helping them try before they buy though the cleaning system was a necessity.”

Harry looked away from her pouting face as she reluctantly removed her fingers even as he had the urge to replace his off hand with hers though he held back as she was a bit close enough that if he did she would drench his other notes her shapely thighs were rather close to at that time. Some were on what he had been up to as well as possible future ideas, but others were on things he had been having tangential concepts on even as he had some contemplations for his minions and servants including his ideas on what to do with training his inner circle of faithful pets, but he was going to have to think on that further though he had the niggling suspicion that Hermione was going to call at some point, and the phone did lack something that made him wish he had the assets to discretely hook them up via Floo. Still part of him wondered if Dora would find a way along with Hermione to do so, and it would let him see their faces, but he turned to some of his other assets he had been contemplating that was one slight overenthusiastic fingering away from being drenched to illegibility, and he made note to have his paper treated to shield from that given how he often needed to vent in fucking someone bent over his desk almost before he was finished with it or often enough during his lunch or tea breaks.

To avoid giving into the distraction Tina was providing even with her nicely curved ass obscuring both her slick sex and likewise eagerly anticipating being toyed, played and if possibly fucked rosebud, Harry let his mind thin on other matters outside of his plans to get Hermione and his girls proper wands though he knew his mind was too distracted to focus on that just right now. Besides, Hermione had one of Olivander’s off the shelf ones, and he was uncertain in how having one of those would react to a custom work, but it seemed not to disrupt alternative methods of channeling magic otherwise. As it was, he turned his mind to two of his companions or more his two companions since Trick and Trouble were fairly attached to the two cousins despite Anne being the one to graft Night’s feathers onto Trick, but Mischief did seem to have refocused on Anne though she was a loyal bitch as anyone could want even if he did feel the notion she was in heat more often than not.

His offhand kept trying to inch towards the heat so close that he had to drag it back as Harry knew the moment he gave in that it wouldn't stop until Tina was draped over his desk again let alone for her to coax him to flood both her already well used this morning holes. He had known that giving into his indulging on the milk let alone the spice of a nymphomaniac’s freshly flowing sexual juices would have consequences, but Harry didn’t plan for it to render him as voracious to screw as they were, and designing a device to milk his dick would be far more complex than toys for the women as theirs didn’t show under their clothing. Still focusing and applying his will let him partially overlook that a sexy nude and aroused woman was lying on top of his desk trying to convince him to take advantage of her being there once more, but it took a bit of effort to recall anything of the two companions that were currently cleaning the corpses that were remaining from their last hunt though the three of them had a confirmed affinity to shadows though those two did use them slightly differently as well as he doubted they would form armor or even weapons out of it as he had already done.

Night and Shadow were both able to access some of the more exotic shadow properties and Harry could store some in little pockets of shadows in addition to solidifying it to form blades and other things; although, he knew that too would become greater in ability as he grew into his potential, but like anything else there was a cost using those abilities though storing his stuff on his person yet secretly would be useful if he ended up somewhere that was suitably warded against outside elves. Night could carry more than any bird short of a phoenix and his own ability was limited to storing some items within a currently finite size smaller than a car yet the potential was there to hold far larger items such as even a large commercial vehicle, as the shadows didn’t seem as warded against travel as other methods were. It was wonderful for transporting the potions and other things around the world, but living things didn’t react that well to that then nonliving things, and having seen what happened to the creatures he had transported there was the chance of skinning whomever passed through it while they were alive that he didn’t wish to risk Cissa experiencing though it would be funny to do that to Lucius since he was so obsessed with his appearance.

Unfortunately for the Cissa situation, the wards at the Manor while less potent than those at the ancestral holdings of House Black let alone House Potter had some interesting intent wards along with the traditional hospitality edicts, and the rules of hospitality would apply if he entered as a guest as a Black thus unless he could goad the man he couldn't deal with him in the manor; therefore, Harry could not cut him down as unlike Draco, Lucius had sufficient patience to holdout even as those same rules would keep him safe while visiting. That didn’t mean that Bella wasn’t able to curse her sister’s worthless husband or son, just that nothing truly lastly would be possible from crippling to killing curses, but punishment ones were tempting as Bella had told him about how Cissa had hoped the times Bella had cursed Draco that the lessons would sink into his thick skull. Harry had doubted that as Draco seemed inclined not to accept anything even if he was restrained with Bella about to shove a gauntlet clad fist into his ass, which had been mentioned as a possibility before the fact that if he truly took after Lucius that he might not find that a punishment.

It was an old bit of magic that Harry was aware all ward schemes had and even the poorest wizards utilized even in the muggle world the principles of Hospitality though it was part of why Wizards didn't have to worry about vampires as much as muggles did. Those wards had been engraved into Wizarding kind since before the Fae had mostly departed and the principle of thresholds applied to most magical beings, but hospitality or the ward derived thereof were older than the Greeks and the supposed gods of Hospitality, and even some were struck down in all traditions for violating that premise. Like anything else there were grains of truths in myths and legends even those tales derived from folklore, but it was finding them that was the difficult task in what he knew was a mutual project Hermione was involved with and would be for quite some time.

His paperwork was a chore that he did not enjoy, but after finishing the things that had truly required his attention while patting the head of the woman that smiled radiantly on her knees up at him, he dismissed the almost glowing girl as he moved towards his private fireplace. Communicating with phones was useful especially with the minor scrambling to render their conversations private, but as he had to deal with more magical than mundane businesses at the moment, Harry had a Floo connection, and it was far quicker than mailing either postal or owl mail. The recently beginning to grow concept of electronic mail was tempting though residential connections to the beginning system of networks was slower than at University, but Harry didn’t plan to become as ignorant of the world around him as say the purebloods typified by Ronald or Draco in their ideas on muggle technology.

Harry had planned to have a conversation with some other locations when a rather unexpected sight, but welcome one appeared in his fire. He had been twitchy at being away from Hermione and the rest though her more than the others are at times, and unlike earlier in the summer, he would not be able to call her or write them often enough to alleviate that concern he had when his pets were out of sight. It was a part of his nature as their master though he could likely use his connection to talk to them or barring that knows how they were health wise. The twins had told him of the clock that rested in their home that showed not the time but the location and wellbeing of the family members. As far as he knew that was a bit more like thaumaturgy and contagion when it came to notions of magic. Use this and its connection to that to know where it is and how it is, but it could also be used to cause things similar to the movie and culture twisted notion of voodoo dolls.

It was oddly like the connection between the mirrors, but the spellwork was impressive for students to do it, while Harry himself knew that he was a bit ahead of the curve as were his friends. Still he had a smiling face to look at, and while it wasn’t Neville as he planned to start dragging that poor boy out of his shell, she was nowhere unwanted a sight to see. One thing for sure that Harry had accepted was that as long as he had his family as well as his Houses to look after that he would never be like Voldemort, but as he doubted that was his parents murderer’s real name, then he would have to find out who this Voldemort had once been since it seemed almost as if as the supposed Heir of Slytherin that his name would be known though his only search led to the House of Gaunt, and Su as well as the rest of Li’s had actually spit upon hearing that name. From what he had learned, the House of Gaunt was the bastard line that the Malfoy’s ancestors had tried to claim the resources of House Slytherin as well as their own prominence by using love potions to ensnare either the Heir or the Lord of the House.

‘That had been a spectacular failure, and still I think that whatever was wrong to cause that man to behave as he as should have been dealt with, but I can't shake the feeling that somehow Dumbledore made things worse though choices could have been made differently,’ Harry thought as he felt his left hand twitching to replace Tina’s absent ones even as he had to almost mentally yell down boy at his dick since she wasn’t currently sucking him right now, and he almost felt the magic flow into his hand to charm the nearby paperwork resistant to the flood of liquid that would cause when he felt someone approaching the room at a less than restrained pace while a cloud of concern was wafting ahead of them. ‘Now I wonder what that is about, and just before lunch time when I have a meal ready to eat right here, but I suppose it will require me to push some of this to the side. Note to self, develop a spell to do paperwork in addition to one that inputs a table of contents and index into any book, and thereby have method to alleviate paperwork and possibly bribe all Ministries magical and otherwise to leave me alone, but that I in no way shape or form want to rule this or any other world. Not that I would do that given that would be even more paperwork than I have now, which is enough to need to downright screw the stress from it multiple times a day.’

His eyes had drifted to Tina’s squirming ass begging to be played with as he set his pen down as he felt the urge to disassemble a quick quote quill to sign things for him up to needing other guaranties it was him, and he let the magic flow to protect the contents of his desk even as the approaching runner was making a fuss to his hearing over the sound dampening of the thick oak door. Whatever it was had to be bad news, and he felt the shiver that he hadn’t felt in years for the most part that had been when Vernon had been in a foul mood, but he had already been informed that their guests the Masons had signed the deal with Grunnings so that wouldn’t be an issue though considering he was a brute as much as his son there was a possibility that his celebrating had turned unpleasant. Unfortunately, it had been years since either father or son had bothered him, and it was not as if he hadn’t held Vernon under knife point at one time though he had levitated the blade ready to give him a second smile, but the sheer feeling of impending idiocy was more likely Dudley as Vernon had some sense beaten into him at Smelting’s as well as knowing how to work his way to his current position regardless of real merit.

Part of him wanted to have her squirming from his actions, but he had the feeling he was about to go and have to give someone a beat down, and the Dursleys had been nicely quite while wasting his money though he had arranged for it to become a debt they would have to repay at some point. As it was, every instinct told him that he would be bending her over a bit to the middle of the desk and taking turns rocking her tits over the nicely polished wood desk once the oncoming problem was dealt with, but he knew better than to be anywhere that tender if he was enraged as he had managed to generate shadow spikes around his hand as well as surging to cause Sky to jump from ring to the lesser released state of a rather nastily black spiked gauntlet that would tear Tina’s entire walls apart if he was enraged. Still that would be a suitably brutal way to deal with some people though shoving a hand through them to rip their heart out would be good as well, but as with the now banned hook arrows they couldn’t be pulled out without sever damage yet forcing them through all the way was equally traumatizing, and his more sinister part wanted to do that to a few less than tolerable women such as Delores Umbridge who had seemed to be inclined to deserve being dropped in the Forbidden Forest while covered in centaur rutting pheromones.

“Master, I have some horrible news!” The suddenly door bursting as she was running into the room dark haired woman shouted as she slid to a stop dropping to her knees in proper deference before his desk though her skirt had ridden high enough that he saw her bare thighs amongst other things. “Dudley has Piers and even got Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon to actually get involved again though Piers has been looking shifty even for a Polkiss lately. The usual boys that stomp them are on the other end watching movies at a theatre since their girls didn’t give them much of a choice, and I think they are just going to start with that new kindergartener since no one approached him yet. Who would think that those bullies would decide that a six year old was about as tough as they could handle, but going after this Mark Evans is going too far, and word has it that Piers has been going to shady cats for drugs lately since they couldn't get any female in the neighborhood to give them the time of day!”

“It’s alright Kimberly; I am not upset at you for bringing me the news though I take it people forget we have phones here though this was better with someone giving more detail,” Harry said as he stood before giving the still nude Tina’s ass a slap startling her from her daydream. “Tina I want you to take care of Kimberly while I deal with Dudley and his idiots, but that shouldn’t take too long though dealing with them will probably be quite frustrating. Kimberly, I can see you stressed your legs running like that even though I know you are going out for the track team this year, but let Tina help before you cramp up since she has been such a good helper. Anything else that you do is not my concern though Kimberly I can state that Tina is very distracting so enjoy things while I am out, and whatever happens when I return can wait.”

“Yes, sir, I will be sure to do that,” Kimberly said even as she found Tina’s nude body pressed to her back as skilled hands reached to her aching thighs and began to loosen them up. “Thank you, sir and I hope that things go well. Still if you can make time to stomp Malcolm I would appreciate it as he needs to have his balls busted a bit. Unlike Dudley he tends to lurk a bit too much for my taste even though the lot of them are about frustrated enough to start contemplating things we all would prefer they don’t, sir.”

Harry exited his office even as he heard Kimberly relaxing into Tina’s well-practiced hands, and he was sure that she was well in hand even as he was feeling an unholy glee at being able to bust some heads, but he was getting practice in on how to not kill people. Besides, even if she wasn’t one of the trained, certified and professionally practicing massage therapists, Harry knew that it was out of necessity that everyone tended to be a decent hand at back rubs and such even when it didn’t lead to sex as often as it did for his rather sexually uninhibited minions. So as Tina practiced healing hands, he got to see how much hurt he could cause without something that would draw too much attention, and the only ones that might have a problem were Bella who he knew was consoling Cissa some more since Lucius was a complete bastard when it came to behaving how he should to his family or her little eager student who was last he heard being given a talk on limits from someone recommended from the club even though she was more trained in explaining pain and pleasure in sexual and sensual reasoning than to someone no longer a child.

The lack of cameras as well as a minor repelling charm mixed to prevent either cameras or eyes from catching him passing allowed Harry to try out his speed, and it was somewhat scary that his rituals and other things had given him speed far faster than he knew vampires or more those often called master vampires were capable of achieving. Normally he would have drifted through the shadows and appeared instantly behind them, but the thrill of running as fast as or faster than he had made the broom was relaxing; although, Harry wanted to pout because he didn’t have the feel of his heart pounding even as a query of his body showed that he wasn’t having any spikes in adrenaline though there were other things responding to his racing in ways that let him defy gravity without magic. It was the freedom that the earthbound could have at best with high speed vehicles, but he did let some magic flow to radiate around his feet to prevent the shoes from damaging things as he had long since added durability enchantments as well as adaption runes to his footwear since he had them comfortable.

‘Only reason I didn’t charm the girls new shoes was that they need more than a pair though if I got the adaption to morph so that they could match outfits there would be both good and bad things from it,’ Harry thought as he tried not to get distracted as he watched a firebug’s wings flutter to his sight. ‘I must say that this is a thrill though I can feel the slow drain in moving at these speeds, but in a fight this would be a godsend since in a fight speed is king. Now where was Dudley, and I really should find a suitably subtle magical tracking charm to lo-jack the twit before he causes problems in the future. I suppose my earlier demonstrations that I was not their punching bad had a downside, but perhaps I can ensure the lesson comes across sufficiently this time.’

With a silent bound, Harry landed with barely the grass noticing as he let reality resume its normal course as the formerly moving by in slow motion scene unfolded before him. Dudley was about to wail on Mark with Dennis and Gordon holding his arms while Piers and Malcolm held his legs, but more disturbing was where they were holding him until he looked closer as it became apparent that both of those had not thought about that yet. Given the complete inability to achieve a date let alone anything else do to their actions, Harry didn’t find the odds of them either having to search far away or trick their way into fun, and the whiff off Piers showed he had a bit more on him than what the rest of his mates had been smoking.

So far, they had only shook down girls for money since it wasn’t manly to beat girls, but Dudley was going to be interested in doing more than his hand, and with his attitude, Harry didn’t doubt that he would pressure if given the change. His friends were little better, and Piers was a rat enough to addict his interests to get in their panties before whoring them out, but as Harry had the organized system that skirted the laws on that there was little chance that anyone fielding streetwalkers in his town wouldn’t lose them to his organization. Unfortunately, while he was willing to allow Dudley and his friends to do to themselves as they liked, they had crossed the line and it was probably that no girl had run across them that Piers hadn’t even with his often slow mind come to some nasty conclusions.

“Really now Dudley, picking on a kindergartener now, but then again you did get your ass handed to you by several girls and they weren’t even in a fitness or self-defense club,” Harry said with a slight smirk as the five boys startled while Mark looked shocked though he was newish to the neighborhood. “I had hoped that you learned some sense since last time, but I suppose that was too much to ask for given your history. As for you boys, I would say it is a pleasure to see you again, but that is a boldface lie even though I had been hoping to get to return the favor some more. Gordon, I would have thought you would have learned after I sent you to the hospital with a broken finger, but I think this time I will go for bigger bones or maybe start with more fingers since the police won’t get involved unless I cut you a bit.”

“What are you doing here Potter?” Piers asked as he gripped tighter on Mark’s thigh digging in with his less than trimmed nails. “I thought you left the neighborhood before I could cut you?”

“With that little paper opener Polkiss, I find that offensive, but this is a proper knife,” Harry said matching Piers’ little switchblade with his short blade sliding down his palm easily. “Just so you know that I am not compensating though it might be more that they are proportional in other ways. Still you have always had a nasty mouth, and it wouldn't be the first time I needed to give someone a Glasgow smile, you little limp dicked coward, but while I do have to avoid leaving Dudley noticeable injured that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt him or the rest of you more. I was enjoying a rather pretty bird when you decided to cause problems, and I do hate to keep a lady waiting, but putting you five idiots in your place should do to give her time to warm up. Besides, I think some of the boys would have issues with this as is though I know you waited until almost everyone was having fun at the movies.”

“You little fuck!” Piers bellowed as he stepped towards Harry from where he had been holding Mark, but the kid hadn’t thought to kick the idiot that had freed his leg as he was in shock. “We should have done this to you more often! It has been too damn long since your skinny slippery ass was given a good bit of Harry Hunting, and I for one have missed it! Why we should have done far worse to you and when I am done with you we will to this brat then the rest of those traitors!”

Dudley pondered things over before recalling something his mother had muttered had changed since her sister’s time at that freak school he had probably gone off to since he had not been here. Sure it had been told when his mother had a bit too much cooking sherry, but the swelling courage that unlike before he couldn't use his freak abilities was enough to have him spurn Piers on since he was about to wallop the brat and begin reclaiming his influence, and he had missed his punching bag for far too long let alone having proper meals again after all this time. His father had told him how important it was to maintain your influence though some of those lessons only mattered when dealing with important people, which the freak never would be.

“Go on Piers give him a little cut, as I doubt that he knows how to use that for anything but cooking since that was one of the few things you were good at,” Dudley said as he moved closer to Mark to be ready to put his weight into his punches to ensure the brat knew his place. “Besides, it is not as if you could use your freakishness anyways. Without that, you are just another brat we can put back in his place.”

“Dudley, be a dear and shut your hole before more shit spills out of it,” Harry said as his eyes flashed and he restrained his magical projection to merely leave his cousin shocked before he eased it off. “Besides, it is not as if I need that to beat you or your boys as even Jack finds it hard to fight me to a draw, but didn’t he already almost land you in the hospital before this. Regardless to your pathetic posturing, Big D, you and yours are too small of fish for me to normally concern myself with, but pulling this shit when my boys are relaxing has tried my patience. Now Piers, I would advise you to drop the little pinpricker before I get annoyed. I had a very gorgeous bird ready to do more than just some heavy petting unlike what you lot could get without paying, and I would rather get back to that than waste time on a bunch of sorry sods that couldn't survive a little girl kicking your asses.

Harry knew it had been fighting words, and fucking with their heads would make up for his inability to fuck them up right and proper, but he knew that he had to rein in his own kill happy tendencies. Dumbledore was the only real and logical reason he hadn’t locked them in the house before burning them alive before this, but part of him had held off because of the strange look of misery in Petunia’s eyes that was absent from either Dudley or Vernon. He had pushed down the hundreds or more methods to kill them and get away with it that he thought up before adding his magic into the list, and Harry could wait until the proper time even as Piers lost it.

“I’m going to fuck you up Potter!” Piers bellowed as he moved towards Harry and obviously missing the change in size or muscles from the past considering his next comments. “You are just a meaningless runt of a bastard orphan! Besides, there is five of us and only one of you, but more importantly, I know how to use my blade. I am really going to enjoy making you bleed you little freak brat!”

Harry tried not to let the mischief dance in his eyes as Piers was approaching him in steps that were barely moving, and he had to resist giggling at the sheer number of holes in his defenses he saw. After his fights and training, Piers was not facing a snot nosed brat that used to have to run from being beaten, and Harry had avoided filing some things as otherwise his skills would leave him registered in such a way that he was a considered armed and dangerous if he was bare assed naked. Still the motions almost made him want to sob at how eagerly Su would have berated him if he had those kinds of openings anymore, but there was the urge of long delayed retribution simmering in his blood that would make the confrontation if not the fight worth it.

It had been over far too quickly as Piers’ arm was broken in his first attempt to slash at him while Malcolm and Gordon had gotten kicks to the stomach leaving them sprawling though it had been a near thing that their fear had stilled them or his reinforced boot would have landed and crushed their barely dropped balls. As for Dudley he had been shocked to see three of his minions out like that as Piers had frozen as he had arched the broken arm to move the punk’s switchblade to his throat, and Harry had reminisced that he had done the same to Vernon years back though he had held it with his magic as his eyes had glowed with magic before the family had spent the following years suppressing the event. Not that he could blame them, but their lack of self-survival instincts seemed almost terminal, but if it were not for the fact that besides lapping up Arabella’s formerly tailored reports that Dumbledore did pay some attention to the ordinary papers that any event that landed the Dursleys there would cause the old meddler to try to fix things.

‘That it would be fixed to his benefit doesn’t need to be said,’ Harry thought before looking Piers over as Malcolm and Gordon were retching even as he snapped a kick crushing the kneeling Dennis’s nose in where he gave Dudley a glare before addressing the shocked and sobbing Piers, “Really Piers, I just broke your arm and you are sobbing about that when I have your blade to your neck while mine is one slight misstep from removing either your twig and or berries. Now be a good bitch and shut up before I cut you. As for you Dudley, I had hoped that you would have the common courtesy to waddle your fat and bigoted ass away while your fellow bullies got beat, but just because I can't have anything too noticeable happen to you doesn’t mean that it won’t hurt. Besides, it is not as if that cocksucker of a father of yours would have taken me if you had broken my arm instead of bruised it way back then, and since then I have learned how to cause some intense pain with hardly anything the police or nurses would notice though you were lucky that the people here were idiots as well as believing the bullshit your old man spews. Now sit back before I smack you one so hard your geriatric self will still feel it!”

Dudley sat his ass down as somehow Harry had bitch slapped him with his foot even as he had remained stable and threatening Piers who had just stained his clothes as the blade had nipped through the rough cotton to press into his flesh. Dennis had similarly been knocked about as he had refrained from the ease of simply using a nearby shadow to strangle him or just thrash him one, but Harry had managed to nail him such that his nose was broken twice though he had his own issues with that particular ass. Unfortunately, Piers passed out as he saw blood run down the blade barely allowing Harry to move the blades so that he hadn't slit his throat or sliced up his thigh or more accurate the major vein he had skirted stabbing to get his attention.

“Ah shit,” Dudley muttered as Harry walked over the still dry heaving pair while Dennis was crying near him as he realized that things had gone really pear shaped before Harry readied his hand to do some violence even as he had pocketed Pier’s blade for the moment as well as his own. “Can't we talk this out cousin?”

Harry looked at him as if he was an even bigger idiot than he thought possible before simply saying, “No,” before continuing his walk towards his cowering cousin. Well with Harry only stopping long enough to turn around and give Gordon and Malcolm a swift kick to the ribs before turning back to Dudley who was shacking badly even before the change had sunk in that Harry was the scrawny runt, but his jaws dropped as he finally noticed the muscle that possibly rivaled his weight though it looked corded enough to break bricks or heads in his current case. It was rather unfortunate that Dudley was thick headed that he needed another lesson, but that thick head did allow Harry a good bit of beating though he had to play it to avoid too many bruises, and with how thick Dudley was there was a certainty that he would need more reeducation.

Stalking away from the shacking and crying Dudley, Harry reintroduced Gordon and Malcolm to his foot for the third time tonight before rolling them onto their backs and proceeding to introduce them to the world of pain without pleasure rather viciously. Lessons on how to cause pain without excessive injury to satisfy the masochists and pain sluts he knew allowed him to maximize their suffering with minimal visible or lasting damage. It was a shame he didn’t have a phone book as they did excellent work as Bella had written in her notes when she had to deal with a nuisance at the door after they had ignored his phone call solicitations, but it was less permanent than what Anne had done, and the thoroughly terrified man had agreed that they would not be listed for solicitation before she had smiled sweetly and explained how things would be.

Looking down at Dennis, Harry was rather disappointed in the kid, but anyone dumb enough to still be hanging around Dudley was a bit slow when it came to common sense. So far, tonight had been very therapeutic, and he had little doubt this would be different though he made note to thank Bella for her lessons on how to interrogate that he had enjoyed now that he had more practice in using them. Sure, Bella was often comforting Cissa, and he approved of that wholeheartedly especially after the tearful Floo conversation since letters out could have been intercepted without sufficient precaution, but those two women could make a dying man hard even if it risked death by heart attack.

“Now Dennis, you were advised not to continue hanging with Dudley though I can understand doing so, but some people are not happy with you, and you remind me of someone I have to restrain myself from force feeding his camera though at times I contemplate which end to introduce it to him through,” Harry said as he knelt over the sobbing and already bleeding nose out of place Dennis. “You saw how he acted, and it was not as if the other boys would have minded you getting away from him, but you just had to be an idiot. I hope that this opens your mind before she decides to do something more drastic, and I would advise not associating with Piers either in the future. Anyone dumb enough to carry that much on him is asking for trouble even if he hasn’t been nicking your wallets for practice since he has so little success at school anymore.”

The look on his face told Harry everything even as he cocked his head side to side before bringing his fist down rather gently to only inflict bruising though he had already worked the face over with his twice over breaking of the boy’s nose, but Harry did respond to some of his sobbing so he moved on from the rather bruising covered face to some more concealable things. Oh, the bruises would be light avoiding showing even a black eye on the surface, but the tissue underneath would be sending plenty of pain signals for a few days at the least, which was kind of the point of this though their mutual friend would probably kick his ass if she didn’t strap him to a table before using ping pong paddles to ensure when he sat down that he would think in the future. There was a reason he had to do this as the boys had explained what happened if this sort of shit happened again, but more importantly, this ensured both those allied with him and against him would see that he kept his word, which was necessary to foster the trust necessary to consider on his plotting.

Besides, Dennis was already going to be doped up with potions to correct his behavior at some point though Harry had been tempted to just dose the Dursleys a few years back except that Vernon and Dudley seemed that they would need almost fatal levels to correct their moods. It was a bit closer to liquid Imperio in his opinion, but the change in behavior would have possibly drawn attention, and he had already resisted the first days whispering of just cursing them that had happened after reading the book. Perhaps he had heard some horror stories before that night that he had been too young that his parents hadn’t worried it would sink in as memories tended to fade before a bit latter in childhood, but it had not explained the strange urge to just whisper that word and make the Dursleys his perfect puppets and slaves, and it was not as if he didn’t have slaves, servants, minions, and almost fanatic worshipful follower now. Still the Imperius Curse had been at the tip of his tongue more those days then he had wished to recall, but there had been a possibility that some traces of Voldemort had lingered in his now long since faded to nonexistence scar, and he had seen what long term pouring of magic could do to imprint a personality though curses had a feel to them of the emotion and will behind the spell cast that was in part why they didn’t heal well if at all without magic to remove the malice in the intent of the magic.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” Dennis mumbled before grunting as one of Harry’s punches landed a bit off from his kidneys though it hadn’t made him fold up or puke as it could have if landed a bit to the side. “I mean Mr. Potter. I am sorry for what I did and it isn’t as if she isn’t going to make this seem friendly.”

“You have a point Dennis, but despite what she will do you are here right now, and I am rather upset about how things turned out,” Harry said as he landed a restrained blow to his floating ribs causing Dennis to cry out a bit even through the other pain as well as look at him from the battered face he was sporting. “It is not just that you ruined a rather nice time with some lady friends of mine, but that you didn’t listen to her, and rumor has it your mum is going to have a baby before the end of the year so you have a little sister to look out for now. Hanging out with Dudley would be a bad thing for that, and I don’t know why you keep backsliding since Jack was interested in recruiting you before this. Still I suppose you can tell her later, and I am sure that Karen won’t be that upset with you though she has been hanging with a rather sadistic group of women lately, but someone has been asking me to recruit you as well, which I can't if you are one of Dudley’s little accomplices. All of that can be dealt with later, and hopefully Karen doesn’t have some agonizing things to do to you for causing such a fuss, but I am sorry that you have to be a scapegoat as Dudley has to remain out of trouble somewhat or some nasty bastards would get a bit too close to things.”

Dennis didn’t grasp most of it, but Karen had told him not to with threats of more than just beating him up including paddling his ass until he was unable to sit down or put any pressure on it without agonizing pain. Still he had seen how Harry had knocked them about, and as much as it galled him, Dennis knew that the beating was restrained just designed to maximize the pain to ensure the lesson sunk into him this time. Therefore, he would have some bruises, and he hoped that Karen didn’t follow through on her sinister threat considering that Mr. Potter had held to his terms, but more importantly was the muttering that the man in charge of their age group was saying as he felt the fists restrained yet still causing him to grunt and gasp.

Still with the least of which being the simple fact that Mr. Potter was complaining about how he wished he could do this more but that as a member of so many public accountable groups as the Lord Potter was, Harry had less opportunity to meet out some fisticuffs than he would enjoy. Dennis focused on the mutters to hold off the worst of the pain away, but by the sounds of it, he had been rather lucky though Karen might go through with it and she was more than able to forge his pathetic signature enough for him to have to live with it. At least it was only the risk of being offered up as a whipping boy than what he had heard this man’s hands had inferred, and even though he hadn’t used them yet, Dennis wasn’t about to risk the boys for that any more than any woman would her girls.

With his fist working the dimwitted Dennis over as the rest save Dudley were already unconscious, Harry let a bit of his irritation at several things out in the beating that he was unleashing, and since he was restrained from doing the same to Colin with his pestering camera or the occasional annoyance when he mentioned he had a brother with the same name, Harry was doing a good deal of soft tissue damage to compliment having broken Piers’ arm as he had held his own blade to his neck while Harry had his proper blade close enough to his bits to still the rat faced coward. Sure he was using him as a bit of a scapegoat, but Dennis had a cousin that would continue the beating once he had healed, while Malcolm was the sort that the women he knew contemplated doing bad things to in response, but Gordon was just an idiot. Dennis’s cousin was in his employ and she had tried to correct his behavior, but short of catching her little cousin pulling shit, she was normally content to just smack him upside the head when she saw him being an idiot.

‘Karen is rather responsible though I am grateful that she is not one of those falling on their backs to get in my pants, but I do find that rather nice a worry not to have considering that I get the look often enough now that I want to shudder at times in worry they will try to kill me with dehydration and exhaustion,’ Harry thought as he felt Dennis had enough to show for it as he stood up from where he had been wailing on him before giving him a right kick to the ass flipping him on his bruised front before moving back to the rest and reluctantly calling the lowest level of healing fire that he could to remove some of the signs. ‘Since they are face down I don’t have to worry about them seeing things though I am going to allow Piers to keep his broken arm since I did slip a spell on the lot of them though I should do something with Mark in the future though he did run off a bit after the boys were put down. Still someone will find them and see they are treated somewhat, but making this remain viable as in self-defense or more defense of Mark that leaving them overly injured would seem excessive. Pity that it will wake them up though leaving them here conscious and sobbing will have to do since I have wasted more time on them than I had liked, but I did need a good spot of violence as the saying goes.’

With some resignation, Harry healed the more visible wounds save Piers’ arm with pain causing fire, while it left them as pain filled crying babies. Personally, he had admitted he had better things to do though it had been difficult not giving Dudley a kick that would have liquefied his barely dropped balls as it would have been for the good of the world that he didn’t procreate. Besides, he occasionally awoke to nightmares something awful where he had turned out as Dumbledore wished to the point that Snape didn’t die by his or his mother’s hands as well as some crazy horror where Hermione got a mind limiting potion and turned into Molly Weasley II with Ronald of all people, but it did sound something like the greater good that Nellie had told them he believed in though Grindelwald had used that motto as well, which considering that she had told them they had been friends with Albus seeming more interested in the boys around their home than the women added more complicated musings.

The lest he thought of Dumbledore the better, and Harry was certain that he could make the healing fire cause pain in excess of the Cruciutus without the after effects of spasms, but they were kids even if rotten ones that reminded him of other glimpsed nightmares that he saw without words, and that strange sadistic brat had eventually gone to Hogwarts from the dream with Dumbledore having hand delivered his letter. It didn’t make any more sense than the other strange terrors lingering in his mind, but he wondered if it was glimpses of things that could have been that lurked at the edge of his mind, which wasn’t that too farfetched given what he had seen by this point. Now at this current moment as he felt the shudder of amusement at hearing the screams before leaving them crying in agony, Harry knew that the shadows had strange effects physically that he had seen with the mess with the tentacle sex monsters, but considering that the white fire could heal the body as it hurt the mind as the black did the reverse to mind as it assaulted the body, and Harry was left with more confused thought that he was at the moment planning to remove in a nice historically proper way since the violence hadn’t removed all of them, which for his mind was the anticipation of what waited for his return home.

So it was in short order that Harry made his way away from the place he had left the boys sobbing with their recent beating, and Polkiss had gotten a decent thumping considering the way he had looked at the kid and a few others nearby in a way he hadn’t liked, but so far Polkiss hadn’t done much outside being Dudley’s go to for questionable things. If he crossed the line, Piers was as replaceable as Marge was, and it had been a long time since her vicious dog had tried anything since the result had been horrible, but as he was not staying there, Harry hoped to never see the drunken bigoted and self-opinioned bitch ever. She was the sort of cunt that left a man prone to just reaching over and snapping her neck to shut the shit from spewing out her mouth up, and he had plans to express his displeasure on the things she called his parents even though that was Vernon’s lies about them that gave her that impression, but if Mischief grew as much as the others then he could play a game of my dog is bigger and got bigger and sharper teeth than your dog does.

‘Now that would be fun though borrowing Fluffy or Fang from Hagrid would be almost as interesting, but that ignorant bitch should get a visit at some point, and I have to admit that ignoring Vernon is easier with not being near him though Dudley might actually go and confess I beat him and his friends down,’ Harry thought with a smirk as the sound of Malcolm screaming as he tried to deal with the broken bone was amusing if very appealing to his inner sadist. ‘I can see why muggle baiting was so addictive, but just casting a boil or maybe two should be sufficient to stick for those that are not completely suicidal, and I can hope this drives the point into Dudley and his gang of incompetents though Piers has been trying to start dealing, which is a no-no around here as far as I am concerned. Far too much of that would lead to escalations or worse some of the more crazies from London showing up, and I can see that this place attracts enough crazies as it is; although, it is more deviants than anything else congregating in the neighborhoods from what Sarah has said. If they just wouldn't cause problems than there would be no worries, but it is as if the idea no one is different with how conformist people act kills their brains, and I suppose that Vernon does use that for whatever his own issues are. Not that I want to know them especially with his showing no signs of leaving Petunia calmed like some of the wives around here.’

With a spring in his step, Harry made his way back to his office to find that the paperwork had been sorted and two lovely women were nude and recovering from playing while he had been gone. Tina was snuggled next to Kimberly, and the smile said it all as Tina let her thighs fall wide. Harry made note that even if Dudley didn’t learn anything and Piers was prone to being an idiot that it had been worth it to instill some respect in the gang they hanged out in currently. There was also the added bonus that Tina had recovered a bit as well as her working Kimberly up though he was regretting not having surveillance in his office since it would have made a good video, and Harry squashed that down as having listened to Sarah muttering about scenes for her films, but in this case she was right in that two women having gotten worked up after filling out some of his mess was an interesting scene to walk in on especially with the workout that thrashing Dudley and the rest had done.

He didn’t particularly know or care why Tina had somehow gotten some of it sorted even as she was caring for Kimberly, but it didn’t really matter as he had leaned close enough for Tina to kiss him before Kimberly claimed his lips even as Tina flopped back on the desk. Harry suspected that the enchantments he had managed to add had been useful as he had ensured that it was comfortable where even if the room had been left with the windows open in the dead of winter that they would have been warm and the wood had enough give not to hurt, but he had tweaked it enough so that there was enough rigidity for some interesting things. Just because he hadn’t had Hermione here didn’t mean that he didn’t plan to though part of him was hoping to do a role reversal with Amelia as much as he had suppressed the inclination to visit the ministry and spend her lunch break under her desk eating her as she ate something suitably simple that didn’t require too much thought for when he got going.

‘Life is good, the world is looking up, and this is a great way to celebrate giving Dudley a beating even though I was restrained from doing more than soft tissue damage,’ Harry thought as Tina rolled enough to help as Kimberly was making maintaining his train of thought difficult. ‘Mental note, message runners have good lungs, and see if it helps in other things, but not just in receiving pleasure from her. Since I won’t sleep with a vampire or at least not one of the undead ones since that would be too much like a corpse and even the companions are alive, it would allow me to see if better lung capacity will allow me to go longer in stimulating before being begged to stop. If it doesn’t work, I doubt any girl would turn down practicing to see how to go past the limits in the number of orgasms achieved within a short frame of time unless they were in truly exclusive relationships, and Dora might come close with her morphing to see if there truly is a limit or if it is something that needs to be conditioned like other activities. Besides, my luck is that anything geared for pleasure tends to be profitable, and it is not as if doctors and others are not already recommending Kegal exercises to help in that area. For now though, I think Kimberly is trying to make me focus entirely on her tongue thus that I get distracted though it is very distracting in deed…’

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While Harry had been dealing with his own problems, Cissa had been leaning heavily on Bella with how little affection her Malfoy family provided, but she had just been carried to bed after Bella had her in disguise see one of their lord’s muggle investments, and her thighs were still aching as Bella snuggled next to her. It had been a good day though she had avoided looking for Draco as Bella helped her to her room to sleep, but she couldn't deny the smile long absent from her face seemed disinclined to be removed though her sister tried today was the closest she felt to content since their lord had departed for his obligations and well deserved vacation. She already planned to join him or take him on one once Lucius was out of the picture, and Cissa had bought a few outfits she planned to wear for him though the weather was already becoming a bit too chilly for the ones both sisters wanted to wear as they were leaving just enough to memory for Harry to feel the urge to ravish them while others were left drooling from the amount of skin shown.

There was much they had not talked about though they had held each other as the machine stimulated them so wonderfully, but the motions in its stroking was lacking though both had contemplated either a wand or better yet Harry sliding inside them as they rode, and it would probably feel good for him as well. Cissa was resting her head on the soft pillows of her bed even as Bella ran her hands over her body, but she felt sorrow that once more her years of relative inactivity had left her too soft to respond, and yet she was more than willing to allow her sister to caress her body even though there was little chance for more than the aftershocks she still felt from the contractions her body was still experiencing. Still she relaxed as Bella worked her trembling body over even as she could feel her heat pressed against her especially her sister’s restored breasts rubbing against her back as well as the heat of her own sex against her still occasionally twitching ass, and Cissa accepted the roaming hands running from her thighs to her achingly tender neck though the little nibbling Bella’s lips were doing made it hard not to moan out, while she felt her mind still reeling from the sheer shocking intensity of what her lord and master had found in the muggle world of all places.

“Mmmh that feels good Bella, but I still feel very sensitive from that session, and you teasing me isn’t helping too much,” Cissa said almost purring as her whole body had the flush and afterglow of not one but a rather large number of orgasms even before her sister was slowly wearing down her resolve to just sleep to recover. “It was a wonderful break from Lucius and Draco; although, I wish I had been able to better raise him than I had as I didn’t even get to nurse him, which does seem to have lessened the feeling of connection I have for him. I still love him, but I find the notion of punishing him easier than before, and I have tried to get him to change as you have though I can only hope it works. If it does not then, our lord will decide things though I would prefer him to live than otherwise.”

“Don't mind me sister, I was just having some fun and there is no way that my hands don’t wander after all these years, but I will admit that I was hoping for some more even after the session we both had as I do tend to be aroused even after several long orgasms, which also had me eager watching your turn and how you responded,” Bella said as she ran her fingers more provocatively over her sister’s arousing body though she was working on the slow approach instead of taking too much advantage to her legs and arms being rather limp even as she ran her own leg along Cissa’s flushed and wonderfully smooth thighs. “I just am happy that it helped lift your mood though you did need to get out of the house, but I know it hasn’t made up for Lucius being a tasteless and uncaring when dealing with you. If he had been a better man, he would have arranged for you to be taken care of instead of forgotten after ensuring the bloodline continued, but perhaps instead of riding me, you would have enjoyed riding him. Shame he seems inclined to commit suicide as much as he is; however, I won’t deny that there is a chance for Draco though he didn’t seem to get the hint when I punished him earlier this summer, which is unfortunate as you do love him even though he takes after Lucius too much for him to ever be happy.”

“It did help though I should have thought of this long ago, but who would have thought such delights existed to experience, and there is much we all have overlooked it seems,” Cissa said as she pressed back into the warmth around her, and Bella took advantage of that to tease closer over her responding slowly body after the earlier overstimulation that still had tremors racing through her body. “Still more reasons to realize Lucius and some of our family were fools if they could come up with such wonders, and more reasons to wonder what happened to Arthur that he has become that pale shadow of the man he could have been, but anyone knew a Prewitt would browbeat and intimidate others, which was why they were exterminated for refusing to joining the cause as I recall. Molly was such a slut in school that she fucked and sucked for more favors than anyone outside Slytherin ever did, and we at least traded favors and contracts to get what we wanted, but that cunt seemed to try to catch the most beneficial boy though she failed in the end. If it hadn’t been for her brothers threatening the boys her reputation would have been known throughout the school and society now, but considering they had pranked those that refused to date or more likely suck or fuck them to tears of surrender, and we both heard at least one withdrawal if not possibly suicide for the breach of contracts they had caused. Now with all of that she seems too controlling and such a bitch you want to shove a pepper soaked boot into her stretched and deformed cunt, and there is no way that she isn’t training her brat to do the same to other boys and the more important the more likely.”

“Hush, Cissa, we know that there is a reason that they have fallen further, and there is no doubt that Lucius is going to do something in his plot considering how vocal he is against this new Muggle Protection Acts, but our lord would never fall to love potions, which that stupid bitch has all but admitted using though said in a way none save a Slytherin would likely give a second thought about,” Bella said comfortingly into her ear with nibbles given as she tried not to smirk as she felt her sister not even resisting as her fingers moved over her sex and her wonderfully firm breasts. “No matter how well indoctrinated or trained the little slut would be, I have no doubt our lord would have her on her knees crawling while begging to be used. Therefore, I have no fear that Molly or her spawn would win, and I can almost not think of a better result than our master turning that bitch’s daughter into his eager and loyal slave and whore. I know he might decide to have his godbrother punish me for what I allowed to happen, but I did in a way try to save him from those three fools, and it is a shame that Barty died in prison as he was in part to blame why our cousin still rots there save the influence our lord gave to make it tolerable.”

“True, I know that Lucius hates Arthur for some reason, and not just his muggle loving ways though if he had been spreading toys like I experienced today I would have gladly been considered one, but I have the feeling that he has no real grasp of it than I had for them before this,” Cissa said with the beginning of panting in her voice as Bella didn’t resist and was arching into Bella’s attentions from her fondling her tits to running her fingers across her sex even as a finger began to just dip inside the still parted lips to work into her warm and eager core. “The only reason our master does not step forward and bring their illusions all crashing down as he claims his holdings and calls in old debts is that Dumbledore would paint him as a Dark Lord, but if master was a dark lord he would rule this land and others far better than that self-proclaimed Lord of the Light has done. Fudge is useless since my ass of a husband can so easily bribe him, and the rest of the Ministry is not much better, but Dumbledore should be trussed up and left to rot since his choices seem inclined to destroy everyone on both sides. He throws his minions away even easier than that man did, and he is supposed to have ensured things being just, which he ignored when it didn’t serve his purpose as the fact remains he didn’t give our cousin a trial while even you and your pack did. Not that anyone was able to fucking tell that you were not in your right mind, but he spat in the face of everything and I doubt Fudge would be much different though if Fenrir wasn’t such a bastard I would drop his ugly inside and oh so appearing cute toad of an undersecretary off to get acquainted!”

Bella smiled as she nuzzled into Cissa’s flushed and pulsing neck as she felt Cissa become more worked up even as she began to slide a finger not just across her slit but dip deeper and deeper inside even as she felt the moans from her actions begin to grow. She slid her foot beneath her and between her sister’s legs letting her more easily work her arm and thus fingers across the warm and wet mound as she pressed her palm to Cissa’s aroused clit while she worked two fingers between her slit before dipping deeper and pulling back with a come-hither motion across her insides. Bella knew what stimulating the tip and root of the clit would do as she had experienced it firsthand as well as demonstrations at the shop well before she had managed to bring her sister there, and Bella took comfort in how it as well as the new understanding allowed her to increase her neglected far too much sister.

She didn’t respond to what her sister had said as Bella began to let her own arousal grow as she rubbed her breasts and sex against her, and necking on Cissa was thrilling even as she felt Cissa pulling her deeper into her as more and more fingers slid inside until it was no longer her palm pressed to her mound but her thump dancing as her fingers remained inside stroking her spongy and responsive upper passage. Still Bella felt her own breath hitch as she moved against her with the thrusting sending her juices to splash against her sister’s untouched ass, but she began to move her arm to stroke her fingers inside her, and from the responses beneath her nibbling and eager lips there was little doubt that her sister was being pulled towards a stronger orgasm. The years had allowed her to know her sister so even with more than a decade apart before recently, and the new things let her bring more pleasure to her poor neglected amorous sister, but Bella was responding more as she could feel the urge to spray into her sexy sister’s ass that she was trying not to already plan out how to train up since she had spent so much time conditioning her pussy to respond though far less than some she had talked to that were their master’s happy whores eager and able to leave men shriveled more than even a Veela should.

Sure there had been minor tremors already where her sister spasmed around her fingers and other responses from thrashing her head and moving between pressing against her and her hand, but the breathing was working towards a repeat of earlier today when she had went multi-orgasmic as the toy stimulated her by vibrating and rotating her whole sex from the flushed lips to rubbing that sensitive part below in the root of the clitoral tree that she was aware was called by the muggles she had talked with as the G-spot. Still Bella wanted to make her sister orgasm to rival earlier on the toy or better if possible, but the girl had mentioned that there were new toys being worked on currently with both sides trying to succeed in creating something potent enough to deal with their lord’s new minions, and she did find a minor bit of sympathy that there now existed a magical beast that could render women in need of constant sexual stimulation or become little more than instinctive beast themselves. Bella found the idea of what was derived wonderful, and with her sister being obsessed with having not been able to have her aching tits drained with a real mouth ever that Cissa likely would jump to be their lords nursemaid when available, which would also allow Bella to see how it would improve her look and practice for when their master decided to finally have them bearing new scions to the house.

All of that was secondary to her current urge to drive Cissa out of her mind to the point that not only would she say ‘Lucius who?’ but she wanted her sister to become as apart from her brat as she could, and Draco took after Lucius too much for her mind, but Cissa was nowhere willing to inflict the level of pain that it would take to open his mind nor was she prone to cast the Cruciutus as freely as before considering what Harry did when she had contemplated it, which meant as Bella liked the ability to cream her mind out with pleasure that the brat would need other methods. As they had discussed repeatedly in the past, neither had believed that tying him down and punishing him including her insistence on showing him pain that did include Cissa and her practically raping the brat so Draco understood what his idiot comments meant since he was as similar to Lucius that his likelihood of enjoying being sodomized was rather high especially since Cissa had enjoyed it, which she planned to use to further condition her sister to survive and enjoy when next Harry ravished them both.

While her mind had been distracted, Cissa had been moaning at the slowly increasing stroking over her sex with the beginning of properly finger fucking her sister since diddling or Jilling off didn’t sound naughty enough in her mind at the moment. Besides, she had seen and experienced Harry doing this and worse to her, which Bella fondly recalled having his fist and all of his fingers exploring her insides though she had arched off the bed and gushed like mad when he had told her that her niece had taken both hands though the more epic in awe was that her metamorphmagus niece Dora had managed to take a fist in both while not morphing the sensations away. Still Bella was going to coax her sister more before seeing if Cissa could repeat what she had done when orgasming so hard to push her hand out while other parts tried to such the absent sperm deep past her cervix to enter her womb, but Bella was planning to have Harry do that with his dick when he rendered both into the pudding club to bear more children to increase the numbers of the house.

“Let it out sister, let it all out, I want to hear you scream as the pleasure drives that rage out and turns anger into ecstasy,” Bella purred as she rocked against her ass as her fingers slid inside the wet and spasming pussy quicker and quicker while her left hand worked both her tits over with less tenderness as Cissa was becoming more aroused the rougher she did so. “I can feel you around me, and these little pops are not enough to wash it all away. I am going to make you explode and I am not far behind as you can feel my own cunt heated and flowing against this tight ass of yours. I’m not going to stop until your sopping wet twat pushes me out since I can feel you force me out, and I know you are going to love every moment of it!”

It was awe inspiring the feelings he felt as Cissa went wild against her alternating in grinding her ass against her sex even as Bella felt her own pussy gushing to splash her as much as Cissa ground the other direction against her four fingers fluttering inside her convulsing womanhood. Her wandering hands and arousal had cut short some conversations, but Bella would spend some time when they recovered if not tomorrow languidly snuggling and caressing catching up on other thoughts. Her sister howled before the intensity drove the air out as Bella continued dragging her to orgasm in intense spasms with a smirk as she buried her face into Cissa’s neck and screamed her own climaxes as she felt her own releases striking her sister’s twitching and partially slurping inward rosebud, and she struggled to focus on her sister as her own climaxes came in a rush until she had to capture her sister’s lips to swallow their mutual screams even as the contractions drove her hand out while a flood of her juices sprayed from where they were on the bed to land on the floor.

They collapsed together with Cissa firmly pulled against Bella who had been unable to stop slowly humping her ass, and the kiss broke while their cheeks were pressed together. Both were murmuring in delicious recovering pleasure, and shudders were running over them from how intense the aftershocks let alone the real orgasms had been. There was a wonderful sated feeling that seemed to flow between them, and Cissa was muttering short affirmatives including several that made Bella try to smile even more, but the afterglow had her smiling almost ridiculously already. All in all the day had been good, but she had plans since her master had ensured she could come close to lasting a whole day as his sole sexual partner, and even that had left her chugging potions the next day, while her apprentice had just smirked as she had only been able to give a lecture instead of a demonstration when they had their lesson the following afternoon.

Smiling fondly on that as much as how wonderful her no longer estranged sister felt, Bella ran her hands over Cissa as she wondered when she could do the same to reconnect with Andy though her hand was able to barely rest against her quivering flushed and swollen sex, and Bella had her arms and legs wrapped around her sister as she waited for Cissa to regain her ability to think straight. Her head was buried into her neck as she inhaled the delicious smell of her sister radiating pleasure though it had side tracked her conversation, but the same thing would have happened if she had remained at their master’s home, which would have had the added bonus of Harry ravishing her though she also felt the same should happen to Cissa as it had been too long to go cold turkey from a loving and caring man after more than a decade of the indifferent dwelling here. She ran her hand in circles over Cissa’s belly feeling the shuddering still that had driven her hand out of her, and Bella let her mind wander to the fact that even though Cissa had some good times today that Harry could drive into her until she was both completely spent and utterly content with the mere existence of Lucius driven from her mind.

Bella had relaxed as Cissa went limp save for her shuddering sex as the orgasms continued to blend without end, and Bella knew that her sister was not going to be up for her grabbing the strap on and rutting or even falling asleep with their heads buried between each other’s thighs, but this was the best she could do as the nature of things prevented her from dealing with Lucius though he had been amusingly able to be away with trying to save his life. Otherwise, she would have done what she could, and there was so much she could do within the structure of the contract, but her niece deserved the chance to prove her true loyalty to the family unlike her own stolen loyalty to that retch as her lord had shown her from the memories he extracted from Quirrell’s deceased eyes what Voldemort had become. If not for his paranoia, she would simply dispose of him in Knockturn Alley as besides trying to save his life by showing Lord Black his worth, the Aurors were searching as his remaining informers had already passed word the exact hour that they would be visiting to give him time to remove things from view, while some were safely hidden elsewhere on the estate besides under the spelled and hidden chamber beneath the floor.

“I really should sneak you out to see Lord Black and he would enjoy seeing you again dear sister, which the absence of your less than worthy husband would facilitate though your brat will probably need a lesson again,” Bella said as she gently kissed her neck and held her as the shaking began to subside though the heat was there warming her even as she felt some of Cissa’s release running over her own heated sex, but she could tell her sister had worn out her pussy though she recalled Harry had not forbidden them from playing with their asses even as she felt her own aroused flowing having run to give her some lubrication she could use if her sister was interested. “Still it would best rest up as he is more than able to leave a Veela utterly worn out, and right now unless you wanted him to ream your ass I don’t see what you haven’t worn out. Not that either of us wouldn’t enjoy that or the hours of worshipping him with our mouths that we could do though you have screamed yourself horse more than I have. Next time we are there we might try that though one of these nights when the brat is asleep I am delivering you to our lord dressed in just bows, but considering that is similar to your bathing suit that shouldn’t bother you too much.”

“Bella!” Cissa cried out as the aftershock from her sex being held with the sopping wet and drenched hand pressed as she felt the subsequent release forced between the fingers of the warm hand that was dancing over against her flushed flesh. “Too much, it’s too much now. Let me rest please! I’m too sensitive now, but please hold me I need that so much!”

“It’s alright dear sister, I won’t push you too far, but I can feel you against my hand how you are quivering, and I don’t doubt that our lord will love playing when we meet again,” Bella whispered into her ear before using Cissa turning her head to capture her lips in a soft kiss even as she struggled against the urge to slide her fingers back inside after having been pushed out when Cissa had spasmed and gushed with such intense contractions as the pleasure had made her thrust against her hand. “You felt so good that my own heart is racing, and I hope you like how good I found making you respond like that made me feel, but it is so difficult not ravishing you despite your pleas since you feel so good and respond so thrillingly. Still I suppose our master worked me over enough to handle such things, but I doubt he would do the same thing he did to grant me such tolerances. A shame perhaps, but I deserved such things, while you have suffered here, and feeling you against me will have to do. Our lord and love does enjoy snuggling after he leaves us spent, and you feel good against me as much as I hope my warmth feels against you, dear sister love.”

“Thanks Bella, I long wished to have someone hold me at night let alone after my often short self granted releases,” Cissa sighed even as she felt her body trying to move between the heat behind her as well as the way it had worked inside her spread cheeks where she could feel the warm liquid her sister had released as much as she had around her hand that was still pushing or being pressed as she wriggled between the two warm spots surrounding her own heated body. “Our sister lucked out that it seems her husband cares for her, loves her, and holds her like this after their lovemaking. I wish mother had cared for us, but her having run off with him left us to such things. Perhaps things could have been different, but just let me rest a bit for now please?”

“Of course dear heart, I can recall how you must ache, but I am proud of how long you lasted,” Bella said as she snuggled her head against Cissa’s equally flushed cheeks with their bodies pressed so close that the heat flowed between them where they were touched glowing and shining skin to skin. “I do know that I wish he had seen you though the experience has left you rather sated and spent, but it would please him to have watched especially as the convulsions overwhelmed to make you shudder still. I can recall when he had me trussed up and at his mercy unable to do more than dance to his actions as he made me keep responding well past when I thought my body could take no more, but the line between pleasure and pain can quite fine indeed. Still you are recovering nicely and I know he will enjoy the improvements as I doubt you will pass out as easily anymore, but I know we both want to at least for one day at a time handle all of his attentions since it makes us feel lacking for not meeting our man’s needs.”

Cissa murmured and pressed into her sister’s attentions feeling her hands soothing her still shuddering body as Bella refrained from the urge to make her scream as she was driven to climax again and again. She could feel her caring sister pressed into her back with the pulse carrying through her rubbing flesh though her breathing pushed Bella’s restored and even improved breasts into her trembling upper back. Cissa tried to ignore the small circles that Bella’s hard nipples were making as much as she was purring into the feel of the soothing caresses across her belly from the left hand below her breasts to the right hand that had been so thoroughly moving inside her so recently even as she felt the moisture lingering on those fingertips being traced and mixing with the shining salty sweat the exertion had raised upon her flushed and glowing skin.

“Just listen for a while sister love, and I know that sleep is so tempting from such exertions, but I want you to think on what I am saying, please?” Bella asked as Cissa made a low agreeing sound as Bella moved around her slowly and sensually despite how much she wanted to practically hump her considering how her own sexual hunger was far from sated. “I am proud that your body could take all it has today, and I want you to know that, but he could keep going well past this point. I know how you feel since I can feel my own body recovering slowly from my own ride, but there are more things to practice before I take you to him for a thorough claiming. Still just think on what we could still practice considering that there is more to train than just this almost over worked yet enticingly responding and appealing womanhood.”

Cissa understood what she was saying as her sister’s heated sex pressed into her ass though it wasn’t tingling from the spankings anymore that Bella had used to push her further up while so many toys had worked over her still spasming sex. Her sister had done things with her all this time, but the only parts of her body not really aching was her mouth and ass as her sister’s hands had been working her tits as much as she had spanked her when she thought about begging off from the maddening pleasure she had been under at the time. The girl had helped with a smile having kissed her, toyed with her breasts and had her hands roaming Cissa’s body as she had been helped onto the toy though they had started with just the vibrating line without the penetrating and then rotating attachment, and she was a servant of their lord as much as employed by his houses, but she was lucky in her job as well as testing out the new toys that she tried until she could advise on which were good and how to best use them to achieve powerful climactic pleasure.

Still it wasn’t helping that Bella had been teasing her dreadfully even as she felt the heat and warmth of her sister having released and run between her ass cheeks as much as her own juices had flowed as her sister had worked her over, but Cissa was feeling that succumbing need even as the seed of interest had been planted earlier seemed to be blooming now. Cissa knew her body had been worked over rather delightfully today from the spa trip to the visit to the sex shop where she had ridden that toy for so long her body had gone limp, but Bella had brought a good point that her years married to Lucius had been neither pleasurable nor conditioning to her sexual activities. Right now, Bella was caressing her and making her relax after her hand had been moving inside driving her to so many forceful climaxes that her mind had lost the ability to tell where one ended and the next began, but it was obvious that Bella was coaxing her to think about the fact her sister had not been using toys on her ass despite Harry having almost caved her mind and shattered her personality when he had reamed her, and Cissa knew that it had been so tempting to let everything she had become be drowned by that pleasure until their master was her whole world, which she had slight reluctance to do as it would mean cutting off Draco from her heart.

“He told me how you enjoyed it, and I know our lord can be possessive of having just that from his interactions with your once friend Amelia since she despite her house’s tendency to share and enjoy swore our lord would be the only male to enjoy that aspect of her as long as they were involved, but more importantly that she asked our lord to rescue you from this durance vile,” Bella said as she arched pressing into her as the heat rubbed and spread the warm liquid against her slightly twitching in anticipation entrance. “I wish I had friends like that, but those two bastards and our parents saw to that even though Sirius should have known better of me. Think that she would ask for that and offer that even without our lord knowing how to make that so unimaginably pleasurable that afterwards I doubt even that false lord’s curse would have dimmed the rapture. As it is, it would allow you to recover for another round alternating between the two, and even without enjoying these beauties or this sweet lips that would allow you to come closer to our dream, but I won’t force you to do so though I can try to convince you even working on getting you ready for that with my lips, tongue and fingers since that required outside of certain spells preparation to ensure it is not painful since you are not as enraptured with the bliss of agony as I am.”

Her sister was right as she continued to listen as well as accept that her sister would more readily become aroused with a good whipping than she did; although, her hand had felt delicious smacking her proud backside, and if it were Harry behind the whip, Cissa didn’t doubt that feeling it even landing and digging into her enflamed sex could be very arousing though Bella had told her about a ridding crop having been driven into her pussy as she exploded with her juices flying as if out of a fountain for minutes on end. More importantly besides those confessed truths, Cissa recalled fondly how their lord had made what should have been unpleasant as it had when Lucius had done so on their wedding night as well as to conceive her Draco into something very pleasurable, and short of her sister currently being pressed there, she had been neglecting training that with their games as much as she had been focused on having the practice to milk her lord dry with the hope of someday feeling his children growing inside her. There was also the things that girl had mentioned, but too many climaxes had filled her ears to keep her from hearing let alone recalling her name, and the idea of Harry nursing her swollen and strained breasts as she wished Draco had done though Harry would most likely be stretching her as she rode him while he did so.

Through all of that, Bella had never really toyed with her ass though the spankings had been arousing, and Cissa had recalled feeling and seeing how Harry enjoyed his utilizing their sexually appealing bodies including the feel of him going into what a few of the more prudish women she knew considered exit only though the mouth at times was supposed to be entrance only. There was the feeling of loathing if she disappointed him next time, and the fear of being set aside for more agreeable playmates such as her sister who she knew had no same, which she had learned at the shop had no real place when it came to sex. The girl whose name she could barely recall distinctively told her that sex when done properly was messy, disgusting and wonderfully satisfying, and a good man or woman enjoyed seeing the responses that their actions provided, which she knew Harry was with his insistence and the look on his face when she had done that mortifying thing as he worked her over, but as with her regrets in never having her breasts sucked dry of milk she had come to enjoy that occurrence when her orgasms were so intense that her juices were sprayed and not just running out of her.

“The problem is that it felt so good all this teasing, and Bella is right about her earlier implication, but I know how much he loved it even as I found it thrilling being possessed and cherished once more,” Cissa muttered into the bed even as the heat of Bella around her was soothing yet not able to push away the feeling of further terror at disappointing Harry especially considering how he had refrained from giving her a pitying look when she had passed out far before he was relaxed before sighing and saying, “I think you were right Bella, and it is the only part of me not feeling over used outside of my mouth. Besides, our Lord Black does enjoy how submissive we act when he does so, and I already worked my flower to exhaustion that your fingers were feeling too much. I know that you wanted to do something considering how you were teasing below my aching pussy.”

“That I do dear sister, and master will love it once I get your ass trained and reconditioned, but I should have thought of it at the store,” Bella said as she reached lower between Cissa’s thighs as she slid her wrapped around leg between them to lift her relaxed leg out of the way. “Unfortunately, I was a bit caught up with how you looked then other things happened. It is a shame that particular toy is only beginning to be altered to work around magic rich areas since so many of our former peers would enjoy it especially those poor bitches stuck in contracts like us that likely remove the allowance of lovers on the side. Still there are rumors of our master having one in his office to enjoy the relaxing and thrilling visuals it provides, but I think both of us are looking forward to something especially you since that waste of space prevented you from bonding properly with Draco. Besides, the rumors around the manor is that our lord is interested and very aroused with lactating women, but he found the potion to not meet his needs, and I think you would enjoy feeling these swollen with milk that he nurses from you even as he ravishes both these eager passages.”

Cissa just moaned out as Bella toyed with her working the lubricant in as she took some from her still shuddering rivulets of moisture sex while her left hand paid attention to her breasts. Her sister was right even as she felt the toy summoned land on the bed just in front of her thighs, and her fluttering eyes took in what she knew Bella was going to use on her as soon as she finished making sure her ass was ready for it. One thing her experience with Harry taught her that she recalled was that unlike when Lucius had done so there had been plenty of lubrication without the sadistic pleasure in tearing her open until her blood was easing the violation of her ass, which wasn’t that bad a thing when done properly as Harry had demonstrated with plenty of climaxes that Cissa had to avoid recalling when Lucius had been exceptionally smug.

Still her sister had become more experienced while Cissa had barely managed to gain some relief with her fingers and wand outside of some frustrated trophy wives that came to mutual hungry and needy ends, but she felt that Harry deserved the best even as she planned for her part in the restoration of House Black, which also figured into her and her sister helping revitalize and rebuild the numbers. Draco was to be the heir of House Malfoy, but Lucius had failed to ensure she had more children though potions did prevent most of the complications, which Molly was a walking contradiction in her appearance. She didn’t want to contemplate on why she had as many children as she had or how Molly had decided to let her body go even more over the years, but Cissa knew there were potions to remove the stretch marks, retighten the stretched passage, and alleviate other things, and more importantly that their Harry knew enough to have minions selling improved versions though it was strange for a Potter to be so good at potions though James had been so at transfiguration outside of the families usual gifted legacies.

With a sigh, Cissa succumbed to Bella’s ministrations once more this night, but this time was definitely to have her better able to endure Harry’s enthusiastic and energetic pleasures. At least Bella was no longer toying with her too sensitive sex though the toy was being run over her slick and soon to become sticky lips with it rubbing from her mound to where her fingers had teased towards her soon to be stretched to acceptance rosebud. Her eyes closed as she felt the shifting and then the pressure her relaxed state allowed even as she didn’t feel the heat pressed against her as Bella had pulled away enough to attach the toy to her body even as the tip was placed at her entrance, but it was worth the practice for her next encounter, and soon the heat was there against their joined flesh as Bella fully worked the toy inside her body.

She had a feeling as Bella began to move against and inside her that her night was going to be long as her sister seemed quite excited. Still it was rather pleasant though part of her craved Harry to be here or for things to be more forceful let alone some of the more humiliating things she had read Lucius did to his still not locatable prisoners. Besides, she liked being ordered about as did Bella and it was not as if her tongue had felt bad to Bella though she was wondering about her using that instead of her finger next time, as she planned to be as thoroughly prepared to milk Harry with her ass as she was already with her mouth and pussy though how to practice with her still pleasantly impressive and smooth tits was something to try in the future.

As it was, while Cissa accepted Bella’s slow languid motions to start, she was looking forward to things though Cissa had no doubt that their lord was being entertained with practice of his own. She had no doubt that the servants Bella had mentioned and Harry had offhandedly implied he had acquired would have females amongst them that would jump to serve him completely. It was not as if she believed he would have a time without a bed warmer by choice, but as Bella began to speed her motions inside her body, her sister let more things out including that bitch Molly was to have him at her home though there was no lack of implication that the foolish woman would attract or enjoy his attention let alone ministrations while the daughter was too innocent for their lord’s inclinations. If it hadn’t been for Lucius having misplaced the rather heavily modified trunk that had livable rooms in it, Cissa would have been tempted to send it with the both of them inside for his entertainment or even a single expanded room with a Wizarding tent inside so they could be available to meet his needs when he was without suitable companionship, but it was not to be though she hoped that Bella would help arrange for them to meet before then to see he was suitably pleasured before that forced celibacy occurred.

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Harry was standing in the park leaning somewhat against a tree as he watched Dudley do something that was again going to make him have to give effort to cover things up, and he had thought his earlier words and beat down would have sufficed to put Big D in his place, but it seemed that as with Vernon that Dudley didn’t inherit a damn bit of the Evan’s sense of anything let alone survival. Why else would he have practically skipped his way into what was an obvious sting attempt with dealing some of the less frowned on drugs, but perhaps he had smacked him upside the head a bit too much to see the obvious. The boy was still looking far too much like a baby killer whale without the muscle to go along with it, and it was not as if he didn’t have enough information already to ruin the family, which he hesitated solely since Dumbledore was seeing what he thought was going on, while he did have some minor qualms with Petunia since Lily’s scattered memories had her recalled favorably.

“Got any Persians on you mate?” Dudley asked the rather conspicuous dressed man that Harry was trying not to believe his cousin couldn’t smell was a copper. “I’m going down to the Nuclear Sub for a bit of a Dodge, so I want something more than a chicken dipper now that might get me a right case of the Andy's. So I was planning for any chance of a Zig and Zag ya know? Why else would I want some so sort me out an Enry or maybe where can I score some Two by Four as I've got plenty of Jumpin' Jack Flash in me Sky Rocket.”

It was bad enough he had seen his disgusting cousin trying to act like an American rapper, but trying to pull off being a geezer was a bit much, and he had heard that Piers was still getting a talk to since Harry hadn’t given a flying fuck if the coppers rolled him. Considering the twat was trying to buy either weed or coke off a copper before sneaking into a pub for some looking at girls with the hopes of getting laid, it made him wonder if Piers had coughed his idiot of a cousin as more than a wannabe muscleman of a thug. Some days he wondered if knocking Dudley out and dropping him on the streets near the docks would help him out considering he had almost made himself a target to get mugged claiming he had plenty of money in his pocket, while other days he wished to see how deep the idiot would get though the mannerism made him suspect that Dudley had been getting his drugs from the boy or someone he knew, and Dudley wasn’t the smartest of cats at the best of times though he probably would pay for sex and get some disease though the idiot was somewhat sane given the things going on.

‘There goes a Space Hopper, Big D, but your too Tom Thumb since you are four sheets at the best of times lately to the point someone should have half inched that out your Davy, and now I am starting to slip into it as well,’ Harry thought as he listened as Jimmy talked proper Cockney while Dudley was about as good at it as he was swimming. “I just wanted to do a look see around the park since it hasn’t gotten nippy enough for the park goers to skive off and screw somewhere else, but here you are in my park pulling a copper into a drug deal, and it probably isn’t the first time though the ganja probably wouldn't be enough to do more than talk to the rents. Fuck all do you have to be doing this once I got the Lester’s out the place, but I would have thought Piers getting sit on would have made you shut your gob and been as quiet as a church mouse. I should really let him have you on an overnight see if it shakes some sense out, but that means there would be paperwork, and I got enough shit going on that you messing it up would be bad; however, I am not about to drop one since Dudley is such a garden fence.’

Harry listened a bit longer as it appeared they were about to hash things out, and he had to repeat that burying the paperwork that this would cause was why he was doing this. Dudley probably would be passed about anywhere with a real bad ass the same as anything else, and Vernon would cause problems even though he was bent enough not to be tapping the magistrate’s dead sexy wife let alone daughter. Sure he had scared a molester off her in the past, but she had kept quiet about it considering the shit that Vernon spewed about him back then, and the man trusted the ass kisser too much to look up the lie he was making that Harry had put the stomp on before going to Hogwarts as being known as a boy sent to Saint Brutus wouldn't have helped him any though if he hadn’t already been drowning in skirts the bad boy rep might have lifted some for him otherwise.

“I'll give ya a great jelly on it, Big D, but without a Brussels Sprout mate, I want to see the honey so let me see the bees before you pass it over,” Jimmy said with a thick enough accent that Harry was sure Dudley was an idiot more than just being dumb. “Don't get all Punch and Judy on me old son, and just use yer lump! Wouldn’t want to have anything happen, Tommy got Doner Kebebbed last night, and I’m not I'm Ducking and Diving just making sure you ain’t Larry Flint. Now don’t Humphrey the Johhny you muddy boy, or you’re getting us a Bacon Reg since I don’t see the boys they must be pearl divin' since you doing the bargaining that’s the wicket.”

“Well now what do we have here?” Harry asked as he ghosted out behind Dudley and he had to refrain from smirking as the chubby brat yelped and jumped like a startled mouse. “I thought I and the rest of the responsible teenagers asked you not to cause problems Dudley. We like this park and here you are trying to attract riff-raff that should remain far away from such a boring neighborhood. Really going on as you have been makes me wonder how you remain at Smelting’s, but what your father does to waste his money is not my concern. Now why are you in this park as it closes rather soon and I would hate to get the neighborhood watch involved about suspicious people lurking about now don’t I?”

“What the Henry Neville is going on?” Jimmy muttered as he saw his deal going sideways though he was being ignored by both of them. “We avin a Hat and Scarf mate or what? Let me know what lager and lime you finish, you punters. What next a cup of rosy, I thought we were jellied, but give us an Auntie Nell tomorra when things are sorted out.”

“Stay out of this Potter!” Dudley bellowed trying to regain his image he had been playing with his mark even though anyone with a clue would notice he was a copper. “This is a public park, and why are you bothering good and decent folk like us anyways? It is not as if you ever came back or anything. Nothing but trouble is what you are.”

“I am merely ensuring that you stay out of trouble as your mother has countlessly asked about her little Dudders, but I suppose you enjoy causing heartache, and I don’t particularly care who you are, though I advise you to scram before things devolve any further,” Harry said looking at the rather decently made up undercover officer causing his spine to shiver in worry. “I would prefer you not to cause problems though I have no reason to return to that house you live in although it was rather interesting to see whose name was on the deed and it wasn’t your father’s anyways. We have spent too much time ensuring that the park is enjoyable for all ages without you causing problems when you are supposed to be having tea with Piers, was it? Still I could always see about convincing you otherwise if you make it necessary. So run off before you cause Petunia some worry!”

Harry had directed a very focused application of magic projecting to Dudley enough terror that he pissed and soiled his clothing before running off as if the whole of a stations cops were there chasing him. This didn’t go unnoticed by the cop whose sting had just been ruined, and he was now wondering whom this Potter was. Unfortunately, shock had caused him to slip his cover just a hair, and his sputtered shock had been with his native accent showing through, but when those eyes swung to look him over there was the feeling he was just dragged before his boss for review.

“He was a bit thick, and I take it you had a reason for that,” the man stated with a curse after his eyes widened at his completely not cockney accent compared to what he had been using when trying to make a deal. “Shit all that work ruined, and I get the feeling that I stepped into something. This was supposed to be something simple since we got a tip from this brat for some consideration. I take it that as usual someone didn’t decide to share to avoid trouble, but that seems to be just my luck almost as bad as my cousin getting into that mess out in the countryside.”

“You would be right about that, but at least you didn’t do something that involved Box 500 or something, Jimmy was it, and you know that sometimes things are not as they seem,” Harry told him as he gave him a look over and tried to not groan at how certain Dudley would have been beaten down. “Unfortunately, there are politics involved though you are better off not knowing whose, and as much as I would have enjoyed him spending a night forced to chill out as he would probably say, Dudley while stupid has a rather heavy handed bureaucrat with more power than sense that might stick his nose in yet again. However, his father does have enough friends that something local would probably never go far, but I would advise you not to get too involved here considering that some interested parties have little concern if you would end up in the Azores. Now I hate to say that is the best case scenario as you are a bit too young to get caught up in some things, but there are a few things going on that I would tell you to take it strongly under advisement not to stick around.”

“Please tell me you are joking, and how the hell did you know since that idiot was about as oblivious as I could hope for,” Jimmy said feeling disappointment filling him that the kid had spotted him even if he looked a few years older than the chubby one that had a friend roll on him in exchange for what he thought was a slap on the wrist instead of some real time. “I thought I did well on the disguise as well as the right accent for the profession, and it is not as if it didn’t work out in the past. So, I stepped into something political that would at best ruin my career and at worst involve me spending time on the other side of the bars than I prefer, but that don’t explain you or how you fit in with this whole thing. You two do know each other after all and Piers was the little rat that offered him up, but getting off like this would make both of them a bit cockier so it might work out once whatever it is going on here is no longer bothersome.”

“You do have a point Jimmy though you are lucky that it was me and not some of the volunteer watch or volunteer constables found you as I doubt they would believe you were undercover instead of being dirty, but that is neither here nor there at the current point of time, and suffice it to say that I wish you well and we locals do tend to keep an eye on things here,” Harry said as he tried to cheer the poor soul up for being in this mess. “Besides, my family has some issues with enough having been either in service to the crown or other things for the country including at least one of my parents having gotten into a mix up with some troubles protecting the poor ignorant fucks from getting left as seafood, but some bad shit happened with a rat that got them killed so I got dropped with that little cunt’s family that as you can tell are rather the sort of dogs you would find causing problems, and it was a right pain getting away legally without the wrong people finding out. Suffice it to say, there is a player keeping an eye on them that wouldn't think twice to have you in an accident, while he also has the sway to tarnish your reputation regardless of living or dying that would be bad not just for you but your family as a whole. Add to it that the local magistrate went to school with the sniveling bully of a twat’s bull spewing and two faced ass kissing bigot of a father, and you would likely end up wishing you were a traffic warden with only geezers to worry about.”

“Fuck all you have to be kidding me,” Jimmy said slipping a bit into the accent and mannerism of his last assignment where he found a dead man with a tea cozy over his head and the other passenger cut up with a sword. “This was supposed to be lemon squeezy recovery job without me needing to worry about even a cookie let alone a Lester of a Duke with slits in a dress. I owe the old boys a Minnie if you can't see someone took the gem out of me donut on me Chevy Chase, but cor mate; can you do me a Cheesey Quaver? I wanna be goin’ gettin' a smash home after a few Jackies, but I've got no Beck's!”

“You're chicken oriental pal, you know that don't you?” Harry asked as it was obvious to him the man was slipped off to some London town slang to the point he wasn’t thinking English any more than those other groups. “What next your girlfriend's on the George Michael so you were out here when you can't be bothered to go to Captain Kirk for a better great jelly than selling Happy? I know the dosh taint good for ya, but I got some dosh I could spread. Just don’t think I’m some Tommy Hank you can blag or I’m going to doin’ bird for it. Ya almost asked him if he wanted to ‘Give us a puff of the ding dong’ and we can't have that as he’s Da’s a perpetual looser with a bit of a garden gate who is on the bubble and squeak, but was ya Bacon Rind or what? Now shut up or there would be an unscheduled meeting where you get kicked in the Albert Halls since you ain’t no Julius Caesar!”

When that didn’t completely work, Harry gave the shocked copper a few swats around the head until he was put together. It was a risk slapping him around the face like he was a hysteric woman though at one point those had been proscribed resting on what was a Victorian era vibrator that would have solved the hysterics with a good hard orgasm, but Harry didn’t have time to wait for his head to get on straight, and he was more than able to dismiss the charges since the park was only leased to the government instead of one that was owned by crown or county. Sure, the information was buried under the piles of subsequent legislation, but he could as much do as he pleased here as he could on any of his land with barely any concern legal or otherwise for crown proclamations, and if he had to give the man an unscheduled meeting on his Chevy Chase than that is what he would do.

“Right sorry about that, but sometimes I miss being a Cheesey Quaver though it’s not quite the bother, and that kid managed to mangle the rhymes I spent plenty of time getting it right,” Jimmy said feeling a bit more beat than just around the head. “I’d think about taking you in for that, but I have the feeling it would do me more ill than good. Get that freezer on the blower, we need to talk is what I would hear, and the last mess almost went totally pear shaped that I was lucky to get out when I did. It was almost as bad as a bad movie the number of problems that happened, but I am going out of this place and getting a pint before hailing a cab though I think I have enough money for that if barely.”

“I understand about dealing with Dudley and if he didn’t have people that would draw too much attention that would make things even worse, I would gladly have let him get caught though I take it that Piers sung like a canary, but it is a shame that anything tried would just end up with both of us in worse shape,” Harry said as the man took a bit of a drag from what on the surface smelled like anything but tobacco though he picked up on the herbs used even though it was a good cover. “You needed that now and you made sure you didn’t have anything real in your system, which is good otherwise if you had gone through with it you would have ended up tested and in problems of your own. So Jimmy who are you before you scram? Just so I know who to pass word to once that little tosser is in the free and clear to be bagged, but even if you don't tell me I can ask around and that might be more of a bother.”

“I don’t doubt it though I heard there had been some spooky trouble about a decade back since you mentioned being dropped off as an infant, but whatever happened it stopped and new problems popped up,” Jimmy said as he took a few more pulls of the herbal cigarette to calm himself since something seemed to have ruined his past weeks of work at least if not longer. “Detective Inspector Ross since you wanted to know, and I don’t doubt you wouldn’t have found out somehow if you are half as connected as it sounds. Probably had one parent in one of the special branches for all I know, and the way you walk is damn obvious you have training of some kind that brat should have noticed you could have had him on the ground or out before his punch swung budding boxer or not. His footwork is shit and at least unlike Piers I wouldn't have to run far after him, so Potter was it?”

“Harry Potter for all the good that would do you and unfortunately a person of interest though not towards any cases with a few of the special branches though they were gnawing at the bone to recruit both of my parents with my mum being considered one scary lady,” Harry said as he refrained from accepting the offered light and ran his hand through his hair to calm down a bit as well. “Dudley is a fat bastard; I will give you that though fuck all if I know why his rents didn’t divorce or something even though they seem obsessed with living perfectly ordinary lives in the perfectly ordinary neighborhood. You have seen the identical cookie cutter lawns with perfectly landscaped yards, and if I weren’t raking in the money with arranging gardeners and other things, I’d hate most of the people around here just for being stuck of snobs that don’t have the money or heritage to support that act. So anyways Detective Inspector Ross, I hope your night goes better though it is a bit safer here than East End, but the constables are an alright sort, and the only problem is that real crime is so nonexistent that it could happen and no one would believe it at first.”

“So you got out, but someone is making sure the shit stays out the fan about them, and if I try to point it out things would go bad for me and you,” Ross said with another long drag before cursing slightly. “Fucking ass licking brownnosing shit, but I don't know why though I doubt you plan to let them get away with it. Can't arrest them since I just remembered the name from a few cases that seemed to die, but I guess you would know more about that then me. At least you are out of there now so I won’t pry, and from the way you are acting they are happily uncaring as long as they get some money about where you are.”

“Thieving bastards the Dursleys are, but my barristers are chomping the bit to tear into them when the time comes, and the bank involved is salivating at the fees they can assess them for the whole thing, which doesn’t do shit for what happened though don’t give me a damn look of pity,” Harry said as he gave the detective a look that made him want to soil his clothes as well as run off like he had just accidentally groped the queen mum. “Moment that the political untouchable can't save them they will be bankrupt, kicked out of my house, and lucky not to get misplaced in the system or worse mislabeled in such a manner that even the nastiest geezer wants to introduce them to the pigs. I follow the paper, and a bookie and his associated disappearing made news especially one that caused that much of a stir. So, your right I’m both what would be called by the yanks a self-made man and a trust fund baby at the same time, and I would prefer not to have that sort setting up shop near where I live. Now hurry up with your smoke and fuck off so I can get home and get some sleep while you try to get drunk enough not to worry about this mess.”

The slight amount of magic in Harry’s voice helped spur the detective on so that he was only chuckling as he turned off, but the man reached for his pager as he went and went ghostly white at what he saw, which made him suspect what the emergency message was though he should have had a mobile on him for his act in that profession. It would have been far more useful than the pager, but phones were more expensive and a poor East End boy would go with it over the more expensive phones until he reached a certain level. A level currently above what he had been playing, but given a few years Harry suspected that pagers would go the way of the records and eight tracks outside obsessive sorts or completely cheap fucks.

Harry made his way away from the somewhat chastised Detective Inspector though it had been amusing that his pager had gone off with a short enough message to get his ass out of the area, but he had been expecting that even without the memos in Amelia’s files that had some passed from their side to the regular LEOs side, and it was better than the poor kid getting Obliviated or caught up in the mess more than he had been. Still there was a feeling going up his spine that something was about to go wrong, but he pushed it to the side as his minions indulgence or at least until he had cracked the mirror issue began to vibrate inside his inside coat pocket. A portable phone had been a necessity before they agreed that as the master he could or should go out to do his own sweep of his territory, and as the minions that were being trained in security were the better neighborhood watch, they had radios though even that had a few tweaks to it, but as the boss they wanted to be able to reach him from his home or elsewhere.

He reached inside the pocket after sliding the zipper down enough to do so, and Harry easily fished the vibrating object from his pocket, but it was ridiculously expensive though for the convenience compared to the pager that the cop had, as he couldn’t wear a Government Issue radio while undercover in case he was searched. There were so many ways to improve on them though they were vastly better than they had been a few years back, but he could see this replacing the car phones that he had in his frequently rented automobiles, which were comparable to those the upper administrative and executives had. He looked at the number displayed though he wasn’t sure if that feature had been kluged on with magic compared to how most phones were lacking that option, and it was odd enough that he had a switchboard including operator slash receptionist at his main home, but he pushed the button to connect the call as he held it to his ear.

“Hello reception this is Harry speaking is there something pressing that needs to be said?” Harry asked as he listened to the slight gasp as his voice had been a bit playful as he had been enjoying teasing the rather young Detective Inspector since he rarely got to play with people’s heads since he women around him seemed to delight in distracting him to play with their bodies. “I just finished giving the park a look over, and had to run a nuisance out. So what is the reason for the call?”

“Sorry to bother you sir, but there is a call waiting for you, and they were rather urgent about it,” the receptionist said though she had long since gotten used to working the night shift even without the benefits here as it was better than her earlier options by far as well as paid better as well. “So should I patch them through right away or make them wait with a message to make them stew for a while? They were a bit short, but things happen that can explain that being understandable. I hate to ask, but I could use a rotation on days to get to know people’s voices for when they are being too short to leave their names other than saying, ‘Put me through to Master right now!’ so I know who the real deal is and who is trying to puff it up.”

“Just put them through and if they need a dressing down I will see to it either meanings,” Harry said as he listened for the quick reconnect. “Harry here this better be important as it has been a hell of a night.”

“Hello master,” Bella said with a very enthusiastic and arousing purr that made him shift about from the sudden strain inside his pants. “It’s Bella and I am going to be coming home with a present soon, but I wanted you to know so I wasn’t waiting for you. I hope you don’t mind if I am in your bedroom preparing while you are out, and I know you will love it. I would have called sooner, but it took a while to properly prepare so you can enjoy it.”

“Bella it is lovely to hear from you, and I don’t mind a surprise or even the present,” Harry said with a smile as with Bella there he could definitely get the stress that dealing with Detective Inspector Ross had caused though he had refrained from telling if his real first name was Jimmy yet he hadn’t been dolled up enough not to recognize his face if it came to that even as his eyes had fluttered hearing that arousing voice caressing his ears again. “To be honest, it has been a hell of a night already, and sometimes I wish what was easy was what was best as Dudley almost got himself into enough trouble that it would have resulted in too much attention being sent my way. I hate to ask this of you, pet, but is there any way to get Cissa out of the house over the summer as I have heard confirmation that aspects of the MoM plan to do a raid, and I know that Lucius is slippery enough that even giving the place a proper lookover would not show anything incriminating. It would be nice if that happened while she was out, and I know that he is obsessive enough that you couldn’t leave something in sight for them to find no matter how that would simplify things.”

“Unfortunately, that is true as he already has most questionable things sorted some to continue selling and the rest concealed enough that looking for it wouldn't work,” Bella said as she tried to convey a pout and inspire him to get his ass home so it could be rocking into her. “I can get Cissa out shopping some more since that idiot is obsessed with things and trying to do something that would save his life. It is making him sloppy though nowhere enough for any of Amelia’s boys and girls to find a damn thing, which is a shame, as a few months in prison, should reduce the swelling in his head. He shouldn’t notice too much as I have been able to threaten enough that he lets me take Cissa out to see things again though the wards prevent anything permanently harmful on him or the brat, and Cissa won’t let me put either in their place, which is not fair, sir. Draco should have been given a proper understanding last year, but it seems between his godfather and his father that no one took enough of the piss out of him in the dorms; however, your ignoring him has done wonders, and I have Cissa spreading word through the mothers how little protection the brat really has this coming year even though it took some convincing to get her to admit that an intervention will probably be necessary.”

“He is an arrogant little shit, and for Cissa’s sake I hope the intervention is enough, but I am going to have words with some inside the dorms about my opinion on the matter,” Harry said though he was reluctant at first to bring up something Cissa had mentioned barely. “I have an idea on who I will have to talk to though I suspect Cissa has already, but some things will need to be straightened out since I have another arrogant twat that needs a bit of correction. Unfortunately, I think she might be involved, but I won’t be able to confirm until I see him again. There is also the fact that the hat is probably pitching a fit that I chose Ravenclaw over Slytherin since those like that shit give the house a bad name, and I knew better than to risk having to overcome the stereotype given the old man’s propaganda over the years.”

“You would have done well there though I will admit that the stereotype does seem harder to overcome, and from what you and Cissa have said Snape hasn’t helped matters any with his actions,” Bella sad with a tone that tried to grab his balls and demand he get home so they could be drained inside Bella’s sexy body. “Still hurry home and unwrap your presents. I know you will enjoy them, and I am standing here right now nude after a nice bath in Rose water just glistening in the moonlight and soon will be doing the same in your bedroom. Though I probably will have some sufficiently enticing decorations on though I think I will need to pick up one just of bows so you can unwrap me a few more times though I do plan to have you unwrap me, my sisters and my niece one of these times even if it has to be on you birthday or Christmas morning.”

“Tease,” Harry said with a growl before correcting himself, “Sorry you are not a tease, pet, since I know you are not just flirting, Bella, but are you trying to make it where I half to worry about tearing through my pants. I will try to get there quickly, but there is just a feeling I have that something is going to try to ruin my night further. Now while I don’t give divination a damn in general, I do take these sorts of feelings seriously, and it is lucky for you I did or you would be in a worst state then those two brothers are. While life is not a story, there is a tendency for life to throw spanners in the work especially when a man is with a woman or trying to get there, but I will see you as soon as I can, and in the meantime you can set the room up as I doubt you want some short romp with how you sound, and I could do with a bit of foreplay in addition to playing and some post play activities.”

The musical laughter made him visualize her full breasts moving with them as well as the rest of her body even as Harry had just began to open his closed eyes as he tried to dismiss that image after hearing Bella stress she was going to have a surprise for him tonight before he felt something tingling his instincts, and that she would be waiting in his room with it, but he really didn’t want to know though he had no problem with the delectable daughter Black being in his bed though he did miss Cissa as she called out top him with her misery to have it washed away in a wave of almost drowning pleasure. He wiped the happy smile that listening to her had given his face though the Detective Inspector had wandered far enough away that his heartbeat was out of range as well as his being able to overhear his conversation, but the wind shifted bringing with it the sudden wave of terror and pain saturated with Detective Inspector Ross’s scent, and there was something making his eyeteeth itch before the whiff of spilt blood was present. He hadn’t even placed his phone in his pocket or even off though he had muted it for a moment to collect himself, but he let it be pulled into his shadow as he moved to where he could now hear the hammering of the Detective Inspector’s frantic heartbeat even as his struggles were rather silent.

With a burst of speed, Harry raced towards the silenced struggling Detective Inspector, and what he saw infuriated him as this was happening in his territory, but he hadn’t even realized that Sky had partially released herself to shift his ring once more into the recently discovered armored arm gauntlet including the ability to extend the raised spikes and spines to do more damage. His right hand burst into the vampires flesh as he yanked him off Ross by curling his hand around her spine, and he barely noticed the less than appealing features though Ross was bleeding rapidly while mostly unconscious, but Harry sighed as he took his left hand and pierced his left pinky finger with his own elongated fang to drip a few drops into his open mouth causing enough of an alteration as he stabilized him before dropping what had to be a fledgling of some sort with how stupid it was. He let it move enough to get a feel for it before kicking it onto her back and making note of the deformed face and pitiful eyes tore into her throat as his hand stabbed inside and gripped her heart in his grasp as he drank his fill, and what he saw in the blood had him growl before increasing the suction until she was emaciated and dehydrated, but he let go before it ended seeing the look of shocked relief before he tore it away along with her heart leaving ash to fall around them.

He checked Ross over before his phone appeared in hand, as he reconnected to his receptionist, and he didn’t like what he saw, but the imitation vampire had drained him almost as fast as Harry had her, and there was no way that regular means would replenish the blood quick enough. His blood had accelerated the healing as he had willed it to amplify the coagulation at his neck, but it was merely putting a finger in the dike with how much had already been lost, and he had blood replenishing potion as well as other things. Harry could have used other methods, but he was well aware that his experiment had yielded a far more potent affect from his blood than the vampires he knew, and their blood could restore with less than a pint even mortal wounds.

‘It is unfortunate that it would also become almost as addictive as my cum could become, and I doubt that Ross would like being dependent and addicted to something only I can provide considering he works narcotics or whatever they call it here,’ Harry thought before thumbing the button and hearing the slightly labored breathing that meant that the receptionist he had chosen not to indulge in small talk or even ask her name had possibly listened in or had someone there occupying her, but he had no reason to fault her considering he did the same when he worked as he drew a breath before speaking into the phone, “Oi! Receptionist, patch me through to Amelia. Things have taken a turn for the worst and some legal questions and assistance might be necessary right now!”

“Yes, sir!” her suddenly haze removed voice said as she quickly pushed her distraction inducing pleasure aside to do her job, which was why she was likely able to have a mouth at least under her desk. “Patching you through right now, but are you sure you don’t need some assistance from security? I know you can handle yourself but a spare hand could always help.”

“Yeah assistance from security is not necessary, but medical is as we have a downed blue that I would prefer not to go from casualty to fatality,” Harry said before collecting himself as he did what he could though he was kicking himself for not storing such useful potions in his shadows though he knew that a short delivery didn’t affect them yet he hadn’t tested long term storage so he hadn’t been sure if it could have gone bad if he had done so. “Now put me through though give me a moment to collect myself. I wasn’t expecting this and it could cause problems. Unfortunately, a fucking corpse of a noticed cop is a hell of a lot more inconvenient than the usual trouble.”

“Sorry sir,” she said though he could hear her work to focus as whoever it was hadn’t been told to stop. “Connected and waiting for transfer, sir. Now calm down and put your big boy pants on as this sounds a bit above my pay grade to deal with, sir. That is why you’re the boss, as you deal with this sort of stuff for us, but, sir, just remember that Bella will be waiting for you and I for one don’t want to have to tell her a problem came up though I should have cut my end out except my friend is a bit too distracting.”

Harry listened to the annoying music for about a heartbeat before he heard Amelia’s slightly ruffled voice over the line. She had probably been winding down given her job though it could have been Susan and Hannah ensuring she relaxed, which would also explain the annoyance in her voice, but it did seem that phone calls and interruptions happened at the worst of times. Still she was there and waiting for him to respond, and Harry had to admit that this was a less than pleasant thing to deal with, but at least Sirius was still imprisoned though he had arranged for his cell to actually put Lucius’s creature comforts to shame.

“Hello Amelia, I seem to have run across a minor problem, and I am sorry for calling so late, but this is somewhat of a sensitive subject,” Harry said as he listened to the change of things as her breath first hitched then she seemed to put her professional hat on as his words sunk into her likely frazzled mind. “I was out in the park when I ran across a Detective Inspector, and things ended amicably until he got jumped by a strange sort of vampire. I got him stabilized, but there is no way that he would last to a typical hospital, and I do have sufficient means to treat him nearby. Unfortunately, I am worried about some legal things.”

“Harry why is it that I don’t find you running into things like this to be surprising, but we can cover things later just get the Detective Inspector settled, and despite what the statutes say there are some exceptions such as this though don’t take him to Saint Mungo's as they would Obliviate afterward,” Amelia said as she was struggling to process things since she likely had a long shift as well before this. “There weren’t any witnesses to cause problems I hope though I should have gotten a notification if the trace went off, but I just know you are as capable as your parents were to get out of things. If he were stable, I would say dose him with blood replenishers and deal with it in the morning though I take it you will want me to forward a message to his commanding officer to let people know he is safe and sound. You could do the rest but an official response is why you called I am guessing?”

“Sorry to say you are right about that and the wound is about as stable as possible though I am not a professional healer, I can get one easily, and you are right that I do have no worry about them illegally applying the trace to me, but I best get the guy moved so he can settle since he is rather out of it to the point that all of this is a blur so I doubt Obviation will be necessary,” Harry said as he felt relief that Amelia was going over things professionally while he had him stabilized though he had avoided the simple solution as basic healing spells were a bit much for a torn out throat while he had medics incoming on his position. “I would rather not mess with individuals that are connected with the legitimate government, but my medics should be here soon enough to see to things, and I am kicking myself for not having better first aid on me. Unfortunately, I inherited enough of the blood to have issues with needing medical care even though it will help keep me from Pomphrey this year as even dropping from above the pitch would only bruise instead of break a bone, which means as usual that I judge things against me unless I have seen otherwise. Still I am sorry for calling about this and it is a Detective Inspector Ross though he did a good job in concealing his badge though the healers will sort him out.”

Heavy footsteps approached as Harry got wind of them and his relaxed presence conveyed over the phone as he watched his medics doing a good job, but the snapped salutes of the beginnings of his security forces were met with a nod of approval though he tried not to think where Sarah had been poaching them. He hadn’t and wouldn’t bring it up with Amelia, but unlike some houses House Potter had been paranoid enough to keep every agreement even with acquiescing some authority to what became the crown with a number of concession that hadn’t been rescinded, and Harry didn’t plan to mention that he still had the legal writ of administering high, low and middle justice as the phrases went on his land as much as the lords had a few centuries at back or more. So legally he could execute Vernon on number four since it had been oddly grandfathered in with some acquisition mechanisms, but as the estates were not completely unified, Harry did plan to have a number of children and to give them enough startup capital and resources to make something of themselves as well as to have one son to head the future House of Potter and House of Black as he suspected that his art would lead to having a lifespan similar to Nick and Nellie, and giving them the opportunities to make something out of their lives would help prevent any possibility of his descendants craving the power he accumulated to cause issues.

There was also the fact that having gone over his holdings had made him want to laugh as outside of Diagon Alley from the Potters with Knockturn in part owned by the Blacks, House Potter still held land that was supposedly owned by either the crown or other governmental agencies including the Ministry of Magic, but that was in part included conceding to allow those that became the Unspeakables to guard and research some of the rarest items including those that the Potters had crafted over the years with the number of enchanters they had produced alongside the wards on the Ministry and shockingly enough Hogwarts though a different deal had been reached with them than the Ministry or then the precursors of the Wizengamot had with the precursors of the muggle sides Witenagemot. As it was, the deals then were interesting as they had been advisors to the crown though somehow House Potter had a convoluted connection in being people that held their land separate from official laws at times while having sent enough men to serve the crown over the centuries, but Harry let that chain of thought fade as he watched his healing and security minions do their job with skill and efficiency even as he paid attention to the other side of the phone. There had been plenty of noise though he could hear mutters between those listening, and he hoped that if Amy needed a bit of stress relief while they talked that Susan as it sounded would have done more than just muffle her as Hannah made audible to him sounds that resulted in his hearing her arching off what sounded like a bed, which meant he had disturbed their playtime even though unintentionally.

“Well it is a good thing you did and I won’t pry though what was off about the vampire as there should not have been any rogues in your area,” Amelia said as she settled down with a muffled mutter of Susan and Hannah as they reoriented from what he could hear of their moving around. “Unfortunately, the Ministry policy tends to be throwing enough Obliviate charms and hope it works out though less people around the better. Still there used to be more respect between Aurors and our counterparts, but the lackluster recruits have made that more complicated, and the current administration prefers to think of them as animals to be kept out of the yard at best. All of that doesn’t help me deal with things, but I have family now though I hate to reiterate something so I won’t unless necessary.”

“Don’t worry Amelia, I am working on a plan for it and it would appear that my justified paranoia is a good thing, but don’t worry they are aware from either family reasons or squibs, which I seem to have found a rather large number of that makes me wonder how many parents might have sent their children into hiding during the recent troubles,” Harry said as it suddenly did make sense even if he knew most wizards would rather die than live muggle, and that meant no wards to stick out unless they blended into the scenery or were powered by the lines, which had become rather uncommon the past few centuries. “I do have a responsibility that it seems my supposed peers have ignored, but the price of greater privilege was always greater duty, which should not be forgotten. I am all for freedom to choose in life how you will go about things, but I find some of the recent legal actions of the Ministry rather foolish, and the restrictions have become greater on those not considered purebloods. There was no way I was going to allow my friends to suffer when my family has not and would not allow such things, but unfortunately some would consider it charity, and their pride would stand in the way, which is unfortunate as I had been somewhat upset about the lack of my former honorary uncles.”

“Yes, that is a bit of a problem, and I should have realized you would have looked into it as well as you probably found a way to Azkaban to investigate further as you are your mother’s son, which means that my worries are unnecessary since you will do the right thing,” Amy said as his voice had been distracting enough before the fire was there that she had dropped her professional hat to chat with her lover even as two of their mutual lovers were playing her almost as completely as she would want. “It is unfortunate that life is not fair, but we can try to do the best we can, and you do take your duties and responsibilities as well as you do. If only those that are supposed to be responsible for things being proper would as well, but Lucius is a slippery eel at the best of times, and nothing I have can convict him as he is too good at things. As you can do something, I have to hope that it will help though I do wish that things would go well in the future.”

As he had relaxed and listened to his lover as the tone of voice conveyed her going from Madam Bones, Amelia to close acquaintances to Amy his eager cum guzzling plaything, Harry had watched his medics secure things and prepare to transport even as the suitable vehicle to rush him away showed up since Portkeys were too jerky with his injury and lack of internal magic though he had refrained from dragging wounded prey through the shadows since they were always hungry. Sure, he had a suspicion that it could have had an effect on Ross though he doubted that his real first name had been Jimmy, but Dudley was dumb enough to approach someone claiming to be able to get him coke or even crack when the idiot had decided that rolling his own and not just tobacco had become boring. Harry had been more than willing to let Piers spend a night thinking things out before his family bailed him out and convinced the local magistrate it was just boys being boys, but Dudley deserved that or a month in rehabilitation at best though Harry suspected that if he was in Juvie that his attitude would get him beat down quicker than what should have happened at Smelting’s, and even Vernon was not good enough or connected to wash some things out of sight.

One of the medics scurried over silent as all mice with the real wallet and badge peeled out of his somewhat drenched clothes. Ross should have bled out with his jugular cut like that, but Harry had felt the anticoagulant that strange vampire had caused to ensure his feeding was quick and deadly. Still he was left with wonder at the odd form of vampire he had seen, and most vampires he knew exploded into gore when they lost their head or hearts with only sunlight causing such a reaction to their remains. He already knew there was more than the singular form of vampires that had been recorded such as Sanguini by Eldred Worple, and whatever it was could not have birthed the part vampire of the sort that Lorcan d’Eath was though he was wondering on why people had such names such as his once uncle Mooney had been born Remus Lupin before being bitten by a werewolf though the name for the son of a werewolf hunter was rather like tempting fate, but he and Amelia were willing to let that particular piece of the past stay there.

Both Remus and his slowly being digested rogue of a vampire would have been targets for either the Aurors or more likely the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and the disposal of dangerous creatures part, which was occupied and enforced by the savage ax of Walden McNair who was a Death Eater that Harry was itching to make acquaintances with by using his sword and introducing it to his entrails. The Spirit Division was a waste as far as he knew though his own investigations showed how strange magical ghosts were to their mundane counterparts, but the best thing they did was have Myrtle sent to haunt her place of death instead of the boy, Oliver Hornby that had made fun of her rather like had happened to Dora. The only group outside them he had disdain for was the poor saps lobbed into the Centaur Liaison office, which was only political suicide compared to appearing with or near the Society for the Support of Squibs even though Idris Oakby had passed when he had been a child, but he would probably raid them as even they didn’t really give squibs fuck all for support, while showing up there meant some would investigate for squibs in the family.

Still she was right about Lucius being a slippery eel, and even though she hadn’t mentioned it, his own sources knew and he knew that Lucius knew as well; therefore, he had to tell her even if it would seem that it would only ruin the mood. Susan and Hannah would be able to help and he was actually impressed they hadn’t moved to teaming up on her as he had watched them ravishing each other with toys and writhing together a few times over the summer, but he had to resist the temptation of the time turner and holding one man gangbangs no matter how interesting the idea was. He was supposed to be the responsible Lord of House Potter and House Black let alone his own that he had partway formed before risking revelation at Gringott’s bank, and thus Harry was well aware of some things others would prefer he was ignorant about knowing. Unfortunately, he had long since created his own network of informants, while his familial ones had been suborned by Dumbledore though Fletcher was paying for that even as Cissa had repaid him and probably would do so more once Lucius was out of the picture.

“If you mean the raids, Amy, he already knows about it from his own sources, and some of the more questionable things have appeared in Knockturn from what some sources of mine say, but Malfoys are not above using the few confidentiality contracts that can block Verisiterum let alone any other form of getting evidence let alone a confession,” Harry said as about the only thing he respected about Lucius was his ability to weasel out of things better than Ronald had though Draco did not seem to have inherited that ability to anywhere the same degree. “All of that means that you will only find what he wants you to find, but there is a possibility that his current distraction might make him sloppy; although, I doubt it will make him sloppy enough that the current crops of Aurors wouldn't be tricked into doing something that makes the whole mess banished even before he drops more galleons in the Minister’s charities. I will say that I have made contact with her, and negotiations have begun to extricate her from the current situation; however, your friend has too much of a caring and connecting wish with her son to allow me to simplify things. Unfortunately, the wards are twisted enough that I do feel sorry for whoever does the raid as they still have some teeth if things go wrong, but I can assure you that things will work out properly if not through the department.”

“How do you know all of that and better yet how the hell did that eel get word of it as it was supposed to be a secret?” Amy asked before the sudden audible shudder and shaking meant Hannah had the matter at hand and was doing more than distracting as a sigh followed the satisfied moan letting him hear her outburst had been rebuked in a very pleasurable manner. “Never mind, Harry, I should have suspected he had a mole given how he keeps eluding investigations even before his father passed. You are right about the wards though the Minister is a cheap enough of a bastard to not fund for a proper ward breaker, but if done right then things will ensure they come back with not too many problems. Unfortunately, all I have except for Arthur are easily panicked recruits, and I can only bring him since muggle items are the ones most often cursed otherwise it would be a few barely better than trainees, but you are going by tradition so I shouldn’t be too surprised about things. Now before I forget who specifically is it since there might be a few Ross’s who are Detective Inspectors?”

“James ‘Jimmy’ Ross is what his ID says, and I have to admit that going by Jimmy wasn’t the worst thing to do, but keeping the same name is supposed to make it easier not to forget who you are pretending to be,” Harry said as he flipped the wallet closed before looking at the badge since he wasn’t wearing his official outfit to get his number there. “Now this is funny that he has lucky thirteen as his number and from the other parts I would say he isn’t from this part of Surrey though. Probably from a bit closer to the metro since he was doing undercover investigations in the parks here since there have been attempts to spread some of London’s problems here, but he isn’t with the Met though, which could be a good thing, and if possible why a rogue vampire was here let alone going for lethal draining. It didn’t look right either though I think you will want a better description, but can it wait until morning as my men are arranging him to be transported somewhere safe in case there are more about?”

“Alright Harry though it is normally better to get descriptions right away, I damn well know you have an eidetic memory considering you had to show off in recalling each and every quivering inch of my body,” Amy said with a sigh as she knew she would have to transfer it in to the man’s station anyways, but Harry had just given her an opportunity she planned to take advantage of tomorrow. “So I will see you tomorrow and I can't wait to see you in person though I know Susan and Hannah feel the same way. Either way you did the right thing, and I will contact his station to let him know that he is recovering from getting involved accidentally with a special branch operation, but if that doesn’t smooth things over then I might have to do some more things. Still tossing that about should explain why he isn’t in the regular hospitals, and I will emphasize that his cover isn’t blown, but to politely ask to stay the hell out of our active investigation. Now I know that isn’t a lie though I can tell you are doing something that you need to tell me about”

“Let’s just say that our problems would be of the sort with people that could commandeer your subordinates, and that yes, I am investigating it as there have been enough discrepancies, but not enough evidence to do anything since this guy is slipperier than Lucius by a fair bit,” Harry said as he didn’t want Amy to get caught up in the fallout his evidence against Dumbledore already had let alone what further investigation would reveal. “Suffice it to say that unless I get something truly damning that he would walk even if he did anything short of killing you in front of the whole department or similar. So, I will talk to you tomorrow, and I hope that this is easy enough to deal with, but life is never really fair enough for that to happen. Be sure to give both Susan and Hannah my affection, and we can get caught back up tomorrow, but don’t think I have forgotten your request either though it can be a bit tricky considering she doesn’t want to be there yet there is not much choice at the moment.”

Harry hung up as her panting turned into an audible scream of release even before her phone had landed so he could hear what was happening as he talked. The giggling did mean that he would have some catching up with Susan and Hannah as well as Amy, but he doubted that he could have them over daily either since he had so many things that were not entirely legitimate that he was dealing with in some ways. Sure, he had legal authority to do most of it and the immunity for the rest of it, but it might rub Amy the wrong way the number of questionable things he was involved with in his daily business ventures.

He entered his home to find that a runner quickly passed him two messages with James Ross being stabilized completely and that Bella was waiting in his bedroom with a surprise. Harry nodded in acceptance even as she gave him a quick feel that he returned leaving the attractive messenger slumped on the chair near the entranceway with weak knees and a stain showing through her skirt though more obvious was the glistening liquid running down her thighs, but one of Naomi’s trained though still giggling night shift maids was quick to clean things up, and he doubted that the girl minded as he saw her skirt flipped up in the reflection of the shinning metal decorations. As much as he enjoyed thanking let alone playing with his minions, Harry was grateful that they were more than able to care for and enjoy each other, and besides, he had an excited Bella with a surprise waiting for him in his bedroom, but he would have to make sure she was either out or unrecognized in the morning, which would only be more complicated if she had managed to sneak Cissa out.

‘Not that I wouldn’t mind and she does deserve some time away from the two arrogant tosser, but explaining to Amy how I got her out might be complicated,’ Harry thought as he made his way to his room where he could already smell some interesting candles so he was anticipating Bella being in a romantic instead of a fuck me rough and use me hard before putting me away wet, well worked over and glowing that torture wouldn't get the smile off her face. ‘Still I think having those two together would be almost as interesting as what Bella suggested with having Dora in bed with the three sisters though convincing Andromeda would be tricky at this point. None of that means that I am not looking forward to what the three of them would look like on the beach, and Cissa could use the sun and some fun in the sand, but Dora doesn’t want to confront her mother even though I already have her welcomed back to the House of Black. There are of course advantages to that though I have the feeling that I will have to correct some people this year since Hermione has gotten more confident in her looks as well as even the curve concealing robes would not cover up much of her or Dora if she hadn’t been morphing her curves to be less apparent, but Susan and Hannah have Hufflepuff solidarity to protect them though I already know they are going to be bonding with their friends and housemates, and it is not as if I didn’t know and accept them to be Hufflepuffs with all that entails.’

His thoughts were disrupted by the sight greeting him when he pushed the door open past the crack that had let sound and scent tease him, and Harry was confronted with the sight of Bella in very intriguing lingerie with her panties pulled down enough that she was able to squirt into the mouth of the writhing blonde beneath her shuddering as Bella had a hand sliding under her panties. It took a moment to recognize the curves, and he didn’t want to do more than snort that somehow Bella had snuck Cissa out of the manor, but more importantly that both were ready to go. Harry didn’t even mind they had started without him, and Bella beckoned him with her other hand before returning it to teasing the still partially hidden behind lace breasts that were shaking with Cissa’s breathing. His only worry was that Amy would walk in on them tomorrow leaving him to explain how as Lord Black he had summoned her while glossing over his plan to execute Lucius for his violations of the contract let alone the other things he had done, but between the three of them there was little doubt that Amy could be convinced if it was necessary, and it would give him an excuse to paddle Amy’s ass for doubting him.

“Welcome home master, sorry for starting without you, but getting the room ready got us both excited, and what man doesn’t like seeing two hot bitches like us playing?” Bella chirped at him between thrusting and spraying all over the eagerly open-mouthed face of her sister. “Besides, I know you liked what I just did, but get that dick over here and join in on the fun, my lord. Cissa here needs some attention, and I have made sure that she has been practicing so she doesn’t pass out too early, but I think that we had some videos made of both of us ridding some toys for your viewing pleasure. Now get that giant envied cock here and stretch us both everywhere before we drain those balls inside and all over us, but don’t think we won’t lick each other clean after that!”

“You had me at welcome home, Bella,” Harry said as his clothes vanished in a step leaving him in just a skin fitting pair of black silk boxers before covering the distance and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. “Now I must say that I like what you both did and it is a shame I can’t wake with the room carrying your scents. Still seeing this does prove that lingerie is underrated, and Cissa isn’t distracted enough if she managed to focus enough to grab me with her hand. Before I join in, since you just sprayed her, I want to see her fountain, and since she has been away so long I hope you don’t mind me giving her first go as you continue using her face though preferably ridding so her screams can feel real good.”

She captured his lips as she returned the toe curling and body enflaming kiss as they both struggled to pay attention to Cissa, but Cissa was paying attention to them enough that her hands teased both until they returned the favor. Harry kissed her as well as he slid down her body and both of them lavished Bella with their tongues even as her hands roamed them both. Cissa let out a moan that he felt through Bella even though their tongues had been dueling through her sister’s body even before he replaced Bella’s hand with his own, and it was not long before her panties were further down since it had felt oddly distracting against him.

They proceeded to make up for lost time where his two dependents enthusiastically responded and Harry equally reciprocated his attentions to both of them. The morning would come too soon as they knew, but they curled around him with their hands holding him since they were too worn out to sleep while still having him inside them. Harry even managed not to smirk as he sent them back through the Floo before Amy got there, but Cissa had made him promise to repay her for her care even if he wasn’t going to admit things, and Cissa had agreed with Bella that they would enjoy some time on the beach especially as Harry heard Cissa and Bella describe what they were going to do together with Amy for her caring.

Bella had been slightly annoyed that her lack of friends in part had led to no one caring to get her out, but considering what her last year at Hogwarts as well as her time upon graduation had been like that was understandable. Harry had already killed her husband and his brother for that brutally, and he had given her a proper sendoff leaving both sisters ravished after the initially sensual lovemaking, but he had seen she wanted to torment Draco, which was held off as even in her deliriously satisfied state Cissa wasn’t going to let her break her poor idiotic boy in though she was tempted as he well knew. It was one remaining disagreement that the two sisters had, and Bella wanted to do something more than just curse the brat to retrain him from the idiotic habits that Lucius had inspired, but Harry had tried to repress that she had planned to train Draco though Cissa had not wanted her to for other reasons, which was not just the one Harry didn’t want to know about Bella wishing that they could restrain father and son and express their displeasure in a method that would work though Cissa had admitted Lucius probably would enjoy.

He had barely gotten out of the shower and dressed before Amy showed up, and cleaning the two sisters had gotten the horrible image of the Malfoy boys ass up with the ladies using toys on them from his mind, but dealing with Detective Inspector Jimmy Ross had been interesting. Harry had been lucky in some ways though word had spread so he didn’t wake to the usual pleasures those here had, but that would have possibly backfired though they had ways around that happening. In the end, Ross made his way out with the understanding of staying out of the area since he had almost interfered in sensitive matters, and Harry had the time to detect the problem his solution had caused the barely twenty-something. His blood had acted as a catalyst that if the man was exposed to too much magic would facilitate his becoming a pseudo squib, but as soon as the detective was gone, Harry found he had two Hufflepuff cuties hanging from his neck as his hands supported them with a healthy squeezing hand on an ass of each, and Amy took advantage of that to get things started with an interrogation technique that she had never needed at work though he doubted that most would not have troubles considering lying when most of their blood was being sucked to swell their dick let alone her hands that could shift from gently kneading to busting his balls.

‘And Amy is this bad after not seeing her for a few weeks,’ Harry thought as the girls were occupying his lips with theirs as Amy was kissing him lower and with more cheek caving suction. ‘I almost don’t want to know how bad she would be by Christmas or worse spring holiday, but I did throw a spanner in the works of her previous night. There is just the simple truth that they are trying to kill me with attention, and it would only be worse if I told them more about where I used to be. The four of us are going to need some special ligament oil when this is done, and the maids are going to want some payback for the mess we are going to make though given how grabby these three can be any that tries to help might get dragged into the games. The Hufflepuffs do have a tendency to see sharing as caring even when it comes to sex or more the sex is a way to show they care enough to share…’

Harry knew that his current lovers were a bit prone to overexcitement, but he didn’t fault them as he made note to ensure that Hannah and Susan took Amy to the shop considering how Bella and Cissa had reconfirmed the recommendations his other minions had given the place. He didn’t doubt that barring some more prudish types that the shop would rake in more money since it seemed that the world was becoming even more sexually liberated with the only sand on the fire of passion being the reviving of more communicable diseases. Still the coppers were not able to detain women indefinitely without writ for having them as they had in the past even though that tarnished even non-prostitutes as such barely when Dumbledore had been a snot nosed self-righteous brat, and back then that was the most profitable way to survive considering the limitations of the era, but his modern adult entertainment workers were far better off as well as prevented from being scorned for their choices, which was why he hadn't been surprised that Tina amongst Alisha had been convinced to demo the newest toys let alone what he felt when Bella had described it with a promise to have the videos for his viewing pleasure soon.

Life was not fair, and they all knew it, which didn’t make it any easier to accept. Still Harry had instilled and was instilling a sense of two things in his minions that being a freedom of choice as well as an understanding of responsibility that went hand in hand with their choices, and while they might not be the most easy of choices, Harry ensured there were choices even if there was only really one that was going to be chosen that was to his benefit. Actions had consequences and owning up to them was what was supposed to separate kids from adults, but Harry was doing his best to ensure that his minions were happy, healthy, and productive with incentives as they had a pride in their work that was depressingly lacking from so many places lately, which was in part why his businesses were devouring any competition in addition to providing a quality service for a reasonable price without leaving his employees struggling to survive let alone thrive as they were and would in the future.

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