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Year 2: On Unknown Legacies

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Chapter 1: Arrival at the Burrow

“If one does not learn from the past they are doomed to repeat it, and with Binns droneathons for History of Magic, it is little wonder that wizards seem to repeat the same conflicts while expecting different results. Despite how Britain views Benjamin Franklin for the colonies succeeding, he was right that doing the same thing and expecting different results is crazy even if he might not have said it for real, but his idea on what justice is really about is one thing that I agree with him. ‘Wrong none, by doing Injuries or omitting the Benefits that are your Duty’ does seem right even if I find it necessary to do Harm to see proper Justice dispensed, but justice is shown with sword and pouch so it was supposed to both reward and punish without taking into account who one is and being truly fair.” – Harry Potter mussing on why wizards seemed worse than lemmings were portrayed at being.

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Thinking back about his time away from his pets, some things had happened since Harry had arrived home to deal with some of the situation his minions and subordinates had that required his attention while Hermione was back at home, but he should have known that they were as busy with some of their projects as he had been with his irritating paperwork. He also knew that they were working on surprises to please him or give him a pleasant gift that didn’t necessarily involve their scantily clad or nude bodies, but that did not mean he wasn’t going to wake up with them in his bed. There was also the fact that Hermione’s family was providing what Dora, Alice, and most especially Anne needed in a loving family even though he was sure they were mixing up work and play without him there to watch or participate, but that was not something he had a problem with any more than he wished he could just mind fuck the Dursleys or yank their souls out and put them somewhere while he had volunteers that were willing to risk the horror of being housed in their less than pleasant to look at forms.

‘I had been tempted to do that to Arabella instead of the treatments after the curse was applied, and it is annoying that the spell has to have the intent it does or it would be very popular since it can turn a hag or someone even on their death bed into the absolute peak of their physical form then enhances it to rival the similar to succubus creatures that are being cared for similar to their victims,’ Harry thought as he let his mind drift over more of the bizarre things that had happened in the short time he was apart from his pets though they were technically only a phone call away even then before the more recent change had happened that had left him even more proud of their adaptability and ability to achieve the impossible. ‘Still she is worse off than most indentured servants from the colonial period, but it is not as if I had forced her to do as she is, since there was a choice even if it was in some ways worse than what she is experiencing now. Just because I am a firm believer in the freedom to choose your destiny, does not mean I won’t load the choices in my favor, and Arabella needs to pay her debts considering what I went through though those rat bastards could have gone even further considering how Dumbledore had restrained my magic so it wouldn’t damage them as well as make me a suitable pawn. I didn’t lie to that officer either though I did shade the truth though I think he preferred being called a detective similarly to how some people are about gaining their doctorates, but he is a matter for a different time though that could have gone far worse quite easily.’

Harry tried not to dwell on the undercover detective that had been slowly investigating the Little Whinging issues, but as he wasn’t overly corrupt or anything he had planned to let him go and enjoy his night even before Bella had dragged Cissa over to forget their inability to deal with Lucius immediately. He had similar aggravation that he couldn’t just arrange for Snape to die in the lab or Dumbledore to have choked to death on one of his lemon drops, but as seemed to be the case doing what was easy tended to bite you in the ass in the long run. Lucius was going to die and Dora would see to that, while Lily had claimed dibs on her former friend to the point that she had almost driven herself to a continuous orgasm from the whispered horrors that Severus would experience, and he didn’t want to know most of them after she had mentioned modifying shoving needles under nails to that along with them into his dick or the slowly pealing his skin off as his ability to use his hands were destroyed, but that might even eclipse what his dreams had for dealing with Dumbledore; however, Harry was wondering what was worse suffering physically or being forgotten to such a prideful man, yet that was things that were for other times than such a good day as this.

Even having to put up with Molly Weasley was not going to ruin his day, and bouncing ideas off the twins even if he couched some of them in terms of pranks was always enlightening. They had a different way to look at things that was helpful though he was looking for someone that completely looked outside the box to see what was obvious to someone not dealing with a particular problem. He had exchanged letters as well as informed them that he had a Floo access though they hadn't thought about it, which wasn’t too surprising considering where everyone believed he lived based on those less than factual children’s books; however, Molly might be an issue so he was going to play up other things to keep her from digging since she had been a fucking obvious plant at the station.

Still he had some restraint so there was no chance he was going to cruelly torture her when he was a guest in their home, and revenge was a dish best served cold and calculated to maximize the look of utter despair in their faces. His summer had been fun though he was beginning to wonder if he was a sex addict given the constant sexual satisfaction he had starting Halloween, but considering that sexual activities almost restored his energy as much as blood or sacrifice did that wasn’t a bad thing. His body had changed though he was not as dependent on sexual energy as the succubus were to survive, but his changes had gone leaps beyond his female pets especially as he had suddenly noticed that the shadows had cleaned him, while his stomach had digested things utterly to the point he had forgotten that normal people used toilets for as well as his dick had almost become solely for ejaculating since somewhere he had lost the need to urinate as well though that along with the need for less sleep had allowed him to cram even more things through his limited hours. What that didn’t allow him to get done in a given day had been handled with appropriate use of a time turner though the urge to use it for frivolous things such as surprising Dora with six of him ravishing her in every way he could think of, but that would be silly though something for special occasions especially as he had been tempted to do that to Sarah before her punishment had been necessary.

‘Sure I had some fun and had seen the newest prototypes that were being utilized to deal with the unfortunately spelled to be excessively lactating and horny pregnant women,’ Harry thought as most of his mind was focused on more important things that he was hearing though his helper was rather skilled to make him have to strain to juggle his thoughts, conversation and her attentions. ‘I also had time to contemplate the effects of Pansy Parkinson being contracted not as it appeared to be on the surface as a wife but as little more than a concubine, but I had vented that on Sarah as well as meeting a few other women that had distracted me, and that was before Bella dragged Cissa home to drive the existence of Lucius from her mind. Still I have to admit that magic seems prone to cause those with it to not be anything short of gorgeous or handsome unless they were lazy stupid idiots such as Ronald; although, I suspect that magically regrowing teeth would be something they would seek out at some point no matter how friendly Tom at the Cauldron is. Besides, it would facilitate a service that is needed that might better protect Vincent and June from idiots by being an in demand profession.’

Harry had learned that breast milk made him horny to rival how he was after drinking down a girls gushing juices, and Yue and her twin Yanmei were proving to be wonderful test subjects in deriving the machine he knew he wanted as well as suspected his partner wished though Hermione was refraining from hinting at her real interest in their talks even before this. He was simply doing the latest batch of paperwork as well as organizing things into a relevant administration to deal with things when he was away, and as had become the norm when doing so was enjoying an enthusiastic woman helping him focus even as he had a relatively unexpected Floo call as he did so. It just went to show that when one put their mind to it that not much was truly impossible merely improbable to accomplish.

He didn’t ask how they had gotten the Grangers discretely on the Floo network even though it was limited from allowing transportation, but until he could have time to work on the mirror more as an alternative to the recently less bulky cell phones that were beginning to grow in popularity for the business elites before inevitably trickling down as television and radio had before which had hellish interference in heavily magical areas and most wards tended to disable electromagnetic radiation for some reason, it was the best he had at the time, and the mirrors were just being difficult to do more than generate linked pairs, which was far less than he desired. The wards on his current headquarters were not affected to render the growing electronics inoperable; although, he suspected that the lightning wards had been modified from what were in use at more magical locations, and the beginner wards that he had emplaced at June and Vincent’s request had been added to with some form Gringott's if unofficially at this point in time. As it was, he was listening to an enthusiastic woman chatting about her days apart, and Hermione knew how to make him smile even though the system at Gringott's was a bit close to extortion with the unequal exchange rates to disenfranchise both sides while benefitting their own agenda, which was why wizards got so little for the gold galleons when the reverse had charges to make things more expensive even as none of the shops in the Alleys took anything but hard currency since paper had no intrinsic value when metals had other value that was practical.

He would have to stop in there before meeting the girls for shopping even if it meant juggling the Weasleys while he did so, and arranging to sneak off to Knockturn Alley for the better stuff would be an issue if Molly were as careful as she sounded like from the Twins. There was no way that any of his girls were going to only have that off the rack wand from Ollivander especially as it would take years of casting to make it as perfect a match as a crafted one would as it would fit them perfectly like two sides of a puzzle going together. Nellie had helped them in their Athame use while it was geared to more traditional magics as well as being a useful cutting and stabbing weapon, but he hadn’t pried though Alice and Anne had bathed their constant companion blades in enough blood and other fluids to begin their growth.

Hermione would need something better suited for her than the Vinewood and dragon heartstring Ollivander had provided, but he was amazed that it had become a bit more better suited after her sacrifice of that poor deranged dragon, and while Vinewood matched her by the older Celtic traditions much as Nick had told him that the Albus had believed he would have the Holly and Phoenix feather wand that still remained in Ollivander’s as well as being the brother wand to Voldemort’s Yew and Phoenix feather where both had feathers from Fawkes. It was amusing that someone that seemed so manipulative and prone to evil would have a phoenix as a companion, but Harry suspected that the bird wasn’t there because of the old man. Picking that wand would have caused more trouble than his not having an Ollivander sold wand with the dubious tracking charm on it, and it was not as if his particularly crafted to match him wand would accept that being placed on it any more than the other violations as it was closer to being a connected partner though he doubted full sentience would be possible unless he lived for hundreds of years, but having a talking focus seemed amusing especially if he cast without verbalizing or the beauty of that elegant tool he carried with him everywhere though he had severely considered sealing it except that the ring state would be sufficiently inconspicuous for his purposes.

“All work and no play makes jack a dull boy, but all play and no work gives you Ronald, and I don’t know how you will manage not to curse the ignorant dunderhead when in closed quarters with you, sir,” Hermione said as she gave her master a quick call over the Floo before he departed to visit the at least amusing twins. “Personally, I think the only thing more annoying for you to deal with when you go is a fan girl, but it is not as if you haven’t enjoyed using the easily brought to heel sort before, and it is not that you will do anything to her although given how precocious we all were then even the Twins baby sister might already be starting to get a better idea of more to the dream of marriage than what playing house would provide. Still I doubt that you will have to worry about her playing that properly even though the twins did say that Ginny used to play marriage with her friend in your role.”

“One can pick your friends, but you can't pick your relatives,” Harry said with a bit of amusement even though he did want to see those two rascals even though he wanted to spend time with his women even just being near them and not necessarily being balls deep as they cried out from the rapture being entwined with them gave both of them. “I know that well enough my pet and the Dursleys are mostly all trash that I wouldn’t bother to piss on if they were on fire, but I do have to wonder how Gred and Forge could have both Ronald and Percival as brothers except to offset the coolness that Bill and Charlie are supposed to have. I can understand that Ronald is a bit addled along with the usual issues of the youngest son while not the youngest sibling so is often overlooked, but he is barely different from Draco in believing he is entitled to things. The only difference is that one is poor and the other well off, and maybe overlooking muggles such as your delightful parents for different reasons.”

“You are right on that as Draco would believe them to be barely animals for his benefit while even Mr. Weasley sounds as if he is fascinated by muggle artifacts without grasping them in any context,” Hermione said as she resisted the urge to use the other powder and go through the Floo to give Harry one hell of a last shag before he was in an almost sausage fest to catch up with the deviant pranksters. “It is a bit depressing that the ministry has someone that can't pronounce electricity right as their practical senior in dealing with the muggle world, but I suppose that with what Nellie told us as well as Su and her family that I am not surprised anymore. Magic has become watered down and while I could understand those who try to keep the traditions there is a difference between retaining the heritage one has and using it to lord over people. The complete ignorance of the potential of mundane weapons is appalling while any muggleborn trying to tell them of the changes of even the past few decades is derived as someone confusing fiction with reality, but that is not what we want to talk about before we have to be out of communication for so long.”

“I really wish we had spent more time on those mirrors, but nothing worthwhile is as easy as one thinks it should be, and I don’t want to talk to you about work or shop as some would say, my pet,” Harry said giving her a fond smile even as he hoped the twins would be distraction enough not to snap Ronald’s neck out of habit. “We can talk about the insanity of the world later, but I want to know your plans before we return on the Hogwarts Express. It will be a bother that we haven’t snuck into Knockturn though there is a phenomenal used book store a bit inside though getting in will be difficult with the Weasleys as it sounded as if they plan to shop while I am there.”

“More of a problem is that I plan to bring mum and dad to see it as they didn’t get to as Professor McGonagall took me shopping and dealt with exchanging currency with the Goblins,” Hermione said as she worried about what would happen not that she doubted her daddy could deal with problems just that magic made things complicated. “At least they seem better now that our demonstration ensured they are properly cooperative, but I do want mum to be aware of things more while Daddy can be quite serious at times. I do see where getting down Knockturn will be a problem though I think you should look into the muggleborn information packs as I think the professors actually assumed that the Dursleys would be honest about things, but you know what assuming something means.”

“It makes an ass of you and me, yes, I do appreciate the light bit of humor especially as I doubt that Ronald’s table manners will have improved even with Mrs. Weasley’s supposed iron handed rule of her home,” Harry said with not only a smile but a real laugh making Hermione giggle in response as they were far too serious at times to just enjoy things. “Any particular day you plan on going or suspect the Weasleys to want to go there, my darling beauty? It would make things bothersome if you had to continue using that wand though it does seem to fit better after what happened to what Hagrid called Norbert though that was a silly name for a girl dragon.”

“Well he named a Cerberus Fluffy, so we know he isn’t all there and I got a whiff of his blood, and while you are better at interpreting scents than I am yet, I am fairly certain he has giant blood very recently for his size if not ability to shake off danger,” Hermione said while she wished that the Floo had a better visual factor than just her head as since this connection wasn’t a transport and just communication, the poor dear could not just hop through and be through his arms as well as his inability to tell that she was laying on her belly while her hand toyed with her body as talking to him aroused her at all times. “I don’t hold that against him though it does explain his devotion to Dumbledore, but considering that he drinks frequently at the supposedly disgraced brother’s bar in Hogsmeade that doesn’t make sense; however, the bar from what Dora and her friends have said tends not to care what you are or who you are, which for a part giant would make the world of difference. Still I think I want to go there when we can go to Hogsmeade as much as I want to see the more fashion conscious girls huffing at their not having proper clothing outside of their uniforms, but both of that won’t matter until next year unless we sneak into the town.”

“That is tempting since we do sneak into the forest out of necessity at times and the village isn’t that far with our speeds moving, but it would be less dangerous than your parents being caught in Knockturn though no one there seems to care when excessive force is used though there is a leave us unbothered vibe to the place,” Harry said with a smirk as he wondered how Hermione let alone Dora would do with proper wands as he was kicking himself for not seeing if Hermione would be a classmate the summer before. “While there are dodgy shops and all sorts of questionable things bought and sold there, I find that the quality of the less known shops to be superior to those in Diagon, and short of using runes to bond your wand to you, the shop I have in mind is the best for getting a perfectly not near perfect paired wand. I have the feeling your duels with Nellie would have been worse if I hadn’t started you with an athame before we went to Hogwarts, but I must admit that I hadn’t thought you would go there as they do tend to segregate the more important or long time families there while it is more akin to the elite boarding school where one meets their peers in future social, business and political interactions. Not that I doubted you had the potential as they do tend to only take the stronger of muggleborns as much as we both loath that terminology, and you hadn’t hinted at it even though we were studying a different kind of magic.”

“You are right master that it is a very different kind of magic from what is taught at Hogwarts though there is some crossover now that we have searched more into it, but I do regret not telling you as I thought that having my friend being famous was an impossibility, and the orientation material was very different than when you started my education, sir,” Hermione said with a bit more purr as he suspected that like when using the phone the little minx was not able to keep her hands to herself not that he blamed her. “Unfortunately, wand movements have less in common with the equivalent aspects in casting with an athame though you are better at it as I believe the spells are strings of runes instead of linked wand forms. It would explain why it seems more powerful, and I didn’t mean to start talking shop with you, milord, but we are both hungry people after our dreams, sir. I suspect that Mrs. Weasley will plan to go on August thirteenth, as I don’t doubt that if the twins were right that she has a minor crush on that hack author, Gilderoy Lockhart, and he supposedly has a book signing for his new book.”

“Please tell me you are joking as half those books made me think they were poorly written stories by elementary students as there seemed to be more involved in his appearance than the spells used, but as I have not met him in person I can't honestly say why he rubs me the same way that Lucius does,” Harry said with a laugh before he looked towards the clock and realized he would have to leave soon to arrive on time despite how much he was enjoying his talk with his number one pet. “Unfortunately, it means it will be crowded which will be a good and bad thing for my plans. The commotion will be bad and likely reporters will be there and I have managed to avoid that pestilence so far, but the increased crowd might allow us to slip out of the alley sooner. Still it will be a little over three weeks that I will be there and mostly out of contact with people since I wouldn't put it past Mrs. Weasley to monitor her Floo though there shouldn’t be mail wards like Dumbledore had on me, and I don’t want to know how bad that could have caused things by making me seem either too arrogant to care about those writing or otherwise play into the image Snape seemed to think I would be as a Potter.”

“Well the Potters are wealthy and your father seemed to be a bit spoiled though less so than Malfoy is, but you are right that it will be almost three weeks and yet you didn’t enjoy that lovely there with you after she did such a nice job in sucking you off,” Hermione said with a bit more playful teasing as her fingers were doing the walking and since she couldn't be there to help him out than that eager little thing would probably jump at the chance. “You haven’t gotten your trunk expanded to store people have you, or seen if you can fit a Wizarding tent inside since it seems like everything stays put inside if what Su said was accurate. Now since you haven’t done that and the little cutie…”

“Tammy, miss, and I normally work for Miss Claire and Miss Amanda, but my current potion test is being tested since the side effects seem to be more profitable than the original medical benefit, so this is a bit of a reward for me,” Tammy said from where she was still almost half lidded in worship after Harry had given her more than a mouth full to savor, and she had neglected to mention her occasionally chatting with Tina or bringing up what had happened with the house the other day let alone as if Harry wished her to know he would tell her or when she was here and suitably able to reciprocate on gossip as well as tease or more. “I do have to admit that I wonder how good this would be if I had some of that potion in my system, and it was a bit incredible to cum just sucking someone, but if anyone would be able to it would be Sir. The boys are shocked at how well it works and Miss Sarah is taking it and some gents for a ride right now, but considering it was supposed to help increase blood flow the benefit for men is obvious in making sure they get it up and stay up, which I doubt Sir would need for decades. As for us ladies it does the same thing though it does also seem to intensify orgasms for both and swells your clit and nipples a bit leaving them very sensitive.”

“That would be very profitable, sir, and I hate to say it but for something like that I would have thought you would have eaten her poor pussy to sensitivity since it will be as sought after as my oil or Nikki’s toys,” Hermione said giving Tammy a look over while wishing that her head could interact with them if nothing else. “Besides, since Tammy is there and she is supposed to be rewarding I wouldn't mind watching you drive her made with pleasure from that silver tongue of yours, but that would mean we couldn't continue our conversation though it does leave us with a few options since Floo doesn’t let me actually have a fully interactive head there though one made of flames would be bad for what I want to do since the both of you look so yummy right now. Still, I doubt that you would mind getting a much more memorable reward unless you didn’t do so because you think that woman as a mother would be able to sniff out what you had been up to.”

“That had crossed my mind and my position unfortunately seems rife with paperwork since I have issues letting delegation go too far,” Harry said while looking between Hermione’s amused face and Tammy’s aroused body. “Not that I wouldn’t mind, Tammy, and I had considered asking after you were no longer so dazed. It is a shame that I can't bring you with though I know that might put the lab behind schedule, and I will have to ask how the trials work out. I did hope that it would help me stop being as overzealous in enjoying your willing lovelies, but the time will be trying though it is not as if I really get worked up that I couldn’t sneak out, and unlike Fred and George I am not on their clock to be easily located. Scoot over, Tammy, and let me show you off for a bit to Hermione here, but since I doubt you have been acting that innocent, pet, I expect you are already doing what I plan to do to make sure Tammy is ready for some fun though I don’t doubt it considering how you are smiling, cutie.”

“Thank you, sir,” the two excited women said while Hermione stopped trying to hide how her face was alight since her fingers were teasing inside her sex as Tammy scooted with her sex visible to him.

“No problem, pets, but I want you both to enjoy this, and I know I will definitely not regret exploring you Tammy,” Harry said before looking over at the fire while he felt Tammy shift back so her ass was pressed against him as his hand stroked her thighs before barely slowing to trace her sopping wet sex and his left hand went to toy with her already bared in case he wished to paint them before breasts. “However, I do wish Hermione was here as the poor dear hates seeing new pussy and not getting a taste don’t you my eager thing? Not that I can blame you as I do seem to find the most tasty and responsive women possible, and it is not as if I am some jerk that doesn’t seem able to give an orgasm.”

“Far from it, master,” Hermione breathed out as she watched him begin diligently probing the minion’s visibly wet pussy as she began to respond quickly to his skilled fingers. “The only thing I hate about the floo is it is far worse than the beach as while I can see in both, here I can't attempt to touch. Well that and I can't smell how sweet she is any more than taste her, but you will do that for me, right sir, before you fuck her senseless and show her why any lucky slut to have felt that divine dick inside can't stop thinking about it. Still she did get to suck you off and would have wanted more and I still think you should just enlarge a small chamber in your trunk maybe the size of a small cell and leave one of us there to be the lucky cunt that gets fed and used.”

“If you couldn’t tell, Tammy, Hermione gets a bit naughty as she goes from horny to being a very wet kitten, but I do have to say that you are managing to hold it together even though I know I can make a girl cum as quick as a master at giving a blow job can get a guy shooting in under a minute,” Harry said before smirking and capturing her lips as he swallowed her sudden scream of pleasure as his fingers worked her sex to climax quickly in succession. “I should have spent more time kissing you before, but you were so eager to serve that I didn’t, and if your lips taste that good I will have to see how sweet you are. If you didn’t know, I seem to be as much an addict at making women orgasm as they seem to be in trying to drain me dry.”

“Hmmm… I definitely came wonderfully, sir, but that kiss alone would curl a girl’s toes,” Tammy said in a dazed voice as Harry was still toying with her sex easing her approach back to orgasm after the first few slammed into her making her mind as buzzed as if she had too much to drink. “Stop that sir, or you will make me cum again! I thought you were going to taste me and then fuck me especially if this poking me is any indication. How did I get that in my mouth let alone down my throat with how big it feels warming between my ass cheeks?”

“He is going to make you, cum so just go with it, and I do wonder how I fit that in my mouth let alone my cunt and tight little ass, but it feels so good wherever he places it inside me,” Hermione purred as she had just missed timing her orgasm to coincide with Harry swallowing Tammy’s first release since sucking him down her throat so she was still feeling her post orgasm mellow while her fingers were working to get her back there as much as Harry was in crushing her attempt to deny his fun in making her cum. “You came when he filled your mouth and I bet you had aftershocks as you swallowed, but once he is fucking you properly you will think you were in heaven or at least having your personal deities dick driving you to there. I almost wish that I could watch you break when he puts that damned tongue into that puffy cunt you are trying not to feel as it throbs and demands you cum, but watching as he is nibbling your neck as you pant is almost as good. Damn you master for not letting me be there to eat her while you fuck her, and I will gladly accept the spanking saying that earned me.”

“Really, pet, I think you are almost as likely to cum form the spanking as some other ladies I know, but I do agree that hearing this pretty girl panting and more importantly moaning is a good sign, and I am going to have a taste though not as long as I like given how she is trying to decide wither to grind against my hand or shift so that my fingers are replaced with my dick before I taste her fresh juices from my fingers,” Harry said playfully before he watched Hermione and Tammy as their orgasm was almost synchronized as his fingers became drenched as he dove in to playing the few responsive spots he found on her neck with his lips. “Delicious Tammy, and I do regret not having the time to properly eat you, but I think you are good and wet unless you are trying to jump to having me in this nicely grinding ass. I wouldn’t mind, but I have found that most women prefer to start with the traditional route since contraceptives became better, and while anal as well as oral were good alternatives as they did allow fun with less consequences before more diseases propagated again, it does feel like coming home after a long day to be embraced by a tight little twat especially when it quivers and shakes let alone pulls you inside or drenches when driven to squirting.”

“Oh… god, that was intense, I am still shuddering inside, but I really want this dick in my pussy despite how good it feels between my cheeks, and I barely think it will fit inside me let alone my ass at this point,” Tammy said flushed and twitching from the orgasm and looked down to see that she had indeed squirted which she couldn't recall doing before. “How the hell did I squirt, sir? I normally need lube and the wettest I have been before was when I was giving you head, but I am not going to look a damn good gift like this in, and Hermione, if that oil is yours then I am going to do something special since that has been making my fun easier as it is so better than the rest. Now whatever deities are listening, let me have the strength to lift up and plant that fucking staff in me.”

Harry move his hands to her waist and helped Tammy with her thighs twitching up and her hands reached under one to help her weight and the other to place him at her soaking wet entrance. Tammy let out a moan that was echoed by Hermione as she watched the woman slide down until she was fully seated on Harry while her master caressed her thighs as tammy got used to the difference between her master and her previous encounters, and while it took her ages to get worked up even with her lab maters, Harry’s hands stroking her thighs helped her come back from that particularly momentous orgasm.

She suspected that Claire had suggested this as a reward to help her better discover how to orgasm as Tammy had required mostly pressing a massager to her sex without penetration since her body didn’t produce much lubricant even when aroused though with Harry involved that seemed like history. Claire and Amanda had told stories of how their boss could work a woman to a frothing madness, and given how her day had started, Tammy had no doubt about that or her sexual adventure today being as explicit as possible in her diary, but she was grateful that the original woman that had won the pool to be there for stress relief for Harry had won a second lottery to try out her potion. It was difficult to see who came out ahead as her coworker was likely being driven almost as thoroughly ravished as Tammy planned to be though there were more men and women in that clinical orgy though it would be wild as she had seen before.

To think that little modification of a potion to promote blood flow would net her what she suspected would be a day of bliss that she would always remember fondly. Working in the labs with Claire was fun as while there was a driven and demanding feeling, the celebrations were fantastic when they came through which seemed to be often enough. Still this was turning out better than Claire pinning her down and demanding the reward tool and plenty of lube as her superior was well aware of her problem and had hoped to find a way to teach her to become we so that her future encounters and pleasure experiences would be easier though a better lubricant than that oil seemed unlikely and she had a jar by her bedside since her condition sucked, but part of her wanted to see what their lord could do with and without the potion facilitating her transition to arousal and climax.

Tammy’s subconscious was contemplating uses for her potion and combining it with Mistress Hermione’s oil would enable a thoroughly mind blowing experience especially as it didn’t just cause a dick or clit to swell, but increased the sensitivity from what she had experienced with her test while masturbating though she still had needed plenty of lubrication. The toy Miss Sarah had loudly proclaimed a line to use while others were acquired had sounded tempting, but it required serious lubrication though the intensity would normally have a woman ready after letting it vibe her sex before sliding onto the shaft to ride, but Tammy was beginning to think that Harry was a catalyst and her worries about needing to be lubed just to do anything inside might be a thing of the past given how she felt her juices flowing down while he was stretching her so as his hands made her muscles tingle and Tammy suspected that her thighs would soon be able to handle her moving instead of just sitting in his lap as his dick seemed to fill her pussy completely touching her in depths and widths she had never experienced before.

“So good, I just came so fucking intensely, sir,” Tammy moaned as she wiggled a bit feeling Harry stretching her so delightfully. “Just keep caressing my things while I recover as my legs feel like Jell-O from how hard I just came. I still cannot believe I can see actual juices flowing out of me, sir, but the proof is there and you feel delicious inside me.”

“I will, my dear, and I must say you came so nicely around me just as you slid onto my dick, but it will take more than that to get me off as you learned before so you will have plenty of time to cum some more,” Harry said while nuzzling her neck to kiss his way to whisper so shudder causing into her ear. “If the ladies are gossiping about me as much as I have overheard, I doubt you haven’t been informed that I have a rather high stamina and I have yet to not leave my lover or lovers sated and satisfied from numerous to the point of difficulty to count orgasms. Still I expect you to find that out first hand once you can more or I can bounce you or just thrust into you with a bit of support then again there is also the option of both…”

“Sir, I have been trying to discover my body yet fate was cruel in that it is difficult for me to lubricate even when aroused while my orgasms normally take ages to come, but so far today I know I have had as many orgasms as I have had on any day including when I had that wicked massager pressed into my pussy while oil was properly applied for what could have been an hour so I will say this is definitely my best day ever so far,” Tammy said before turning her head and kissing him with everything she had as his mere attentions seemed to teach her body how to respond fully and the feeling of orgasm becoming easier to reach with each climax even as her sex finally lubricated enough not to worry about being chaffed and aching for days or worse. “Besides, from what you said and past lovers have told me, I am in for one hell of an experience that I will feel like I was riding a tsunami, but they all agree that it isn’t fair to hog your attentions outside of your blessed chosen pets. Remind me to improve my oral and other stuff before thanking Mistress Hermione for her oil as I would probably still struggle to get off anyway.”

“I will hold you to that, darling, and I must say that you look delicious impaled on master’s thick long dick that I wish I could lavish you both with my tongue,” Hermione said with a verbal leer as she was gazing directly at where she was dripping while he was bottomed out inside her. “Now I want to see you ride before master gets bored and he drills you into the ground, Tammy, but I doubt you will be able to keep from coming again once you move. That dick has the tendency to cause an orgasm upon touch, entry and tapping one’s depths let alone each stroke at times. I really want to hear you cum some more, and I would like to do so before seeing you both and my fingers make me cum again as well.”

“I am glad you are both enjoying this, pets, but I think you will want to do more than just sit there despite how seeing Tammy spread open like this is for you to see Hermione, and as enjoyable as your practicing your muscle control is Tammy, I think you have a bit before you are practiced enough to milk me let alone dry,” Harry said between lavishing his mouth where he could including twisting around to capture a bit more than just a nipple in his mouth while his hands worked their magic as her muscles became usable again from the sudden intensity of her orgasm on being entered and then filled as she still was. “Still I wouldn’t mind you practicing, but I want to feel and see you ride which Hermione will enjoy watching before I see how many times I can drive you to orgasm while I give this nice tight pussy a workout. Expanding things will happen and not just inside you as I have the feeling that my ventures will be growing since none of us are content with merely going day in and out without improving things. Now Hermione, I can hear and see how you are trying to get off, but try to not let your orgasm throw Tammy off her ride when she gets going.”

Hermione pouted at that, but she understood what her master was implying as whenever he was involved their normally vocal orgasms became arousing in their own right, and this wasn’t really that different to watching her master masturbate Tammy to orgasm as he had already done. Personally this was probably better for her than the last reward which was being at Harry’s mercy as he publically rendered the proud and ecstatic woman to hanging limply while barely able to grind into the vibrating toy pressing into her practically drowned cunt. Tammy it seemed had made both a breakthrough personally as well as for the business, and if the potion worked than it would help her daddy when her mum became too much let alone her Aunt May.

As for Tammy, she was having troubles thinking straight now that Harry wasn’t just stretching her and throbbing inside while his hands had been giving a therapeutic massage to get the feeling let alone movement into her practically limp thighs from that earlier orgasm. His lips were distracting even if his hands had not strayed from working her muscles back to use so she could go for a ride, and given her lackluster sex life outside of the odd celebrations and her needing to practically drench her hands in lube to be able to reach orgasm, Tammy was certain she was bringing this entire session including the very long and arousing blowjob she gave the boss as he worked his paperwork out until he had made her orgasm definitively as he filled first her mouth and her still tingling belly with his fresh cream.

It was difficult, but Tammy managed to find the strength to lift off from his manhood feeling her pussy grip trying to keep him inside as she did so while her lips let out a sigh at the loss. Holding out with just the head inside her and looking to see how it spread her lips, the aroused woman sunk back down audibly moaning until she bottomed out feeling his balls brushing her ass, and his hands stroked from below her soon to be bouncing breasts to her knees while only tracing near where she was once more stretched though her motion had pushed her lips inward as if welcoming her boss into her body.

“So good, I’m feeling so good and I have barely enjoyed a single bounce, but I think I am going to lose it once I start,” Tammy murmured in shock as how her body seemed to be building up and the urge to bounce like on a trampoline feeling the rapid filling and emptiness as she drove her body to continue to flow over Harry’s warm and stiff manhood. “I best not hold off as even sir will be feeling impatient for moving like a first time shy virgin right after popping her cherry. Still it feels almost as new and exciting as that felt though I doubt that this will be anywhere as disappointing an experience, though I feel a bit envious that Hermione even while watching me had this god as her first who most definitely didn’t make it as pathetic a transition as I had.”

Her introspection over as her body screamed to drive her body to orgasm wetly and potently around him, Tammy couldn’t help but throw her head back in ecstasy as she began to move and Harry’s hands roamed her body all while Hermione watched and loudly masturbated as she did so. His mouth caught hers as she bounced while his hands held her breasts as his unrelentingly firm manhood continued to fill her and it seemed to go deeper with each time she bounced and rubbed her ass against the hard muscled stomach. Tammy was already feeling the pleasure building as he seemed to be touching every point that she had found and several she had never encountered with her past encounters, but her scream of release as her body began to recklessly bounce despite the danger that might make to his divine shaft was greedily swallowed, and she forgot that her body seemed to have difficulties achieving an orgasm let alone the beginnings of multiple climaxes.

Tammy had been shocked at the number of orgasm she had so far, but after losing track of them as she rode Harry until she felt her thighs become too weak to bounce while his hand expertly trained her body to respond to pleasure as well as burn the new spots that worked her up into her mind that wasn’t hard to believe, and as she mewled fully seated on him even as his hands held her to him, she was looking forward to the second part where she was completely at his mercy as he pounded into her as he wished. Of course some of her recent orgasms were from the mental thrill of being able to ride the most sought after dick she knew about, and Claire had been very explicit in how she had come with it inside her, but feeling his hands effortlessly lift her until she was kneeling such that Hermione could see up threw her tits and between her spread thighs to where he was beginning to take her was a bit too much as she went into orgasm as he just started his pounding of her pussy.

Her hands scratched at the floor beneath her as Harry took her hard, long and fast as she could feel the heat and moisture pouring out of her body, and too often that her orgasm was mirrored when meeting Hermione’s eyes though the look of amusement at being a performer was intoxicating. The orgasms were worth it and Tammy could better understand the joy that even the explicitly sexual employees found though she had found the idea of stripping let alone public sexual acts almost always with the woman visibly orgasming if not squirting to be confusing though it made perfect sense now. The idea of having them drinking in the sight of the pleasure that I am feeling, how proud I am of my body and me in that moment and how I am blessed to demonstrate happily this part of my satisfied and enjoyable life, all of it seemed more understandable as Harry took her with the same wild abandon as if she were a bitch in heat.

Tammy shouted, screamed, moaned, groaned, and howled even as she received no respite as she learned how little she knew of her body’s tolerances. Finally, with a slump, she collapsed onto her hands and tits while Harry held her ass to him giving her a spanking as her orgasms were drawn out until he was ready to cum this time inside her. As much as she wanted to feel him fill her up and let her rest, there was a little voice that told her to take advantage of her reward and get as much fucking from her lord as she could do now. It took a bit of effort, but she managed to convey what she wanted and with effort as he was going to originally spray her tender ass with his cum or more arousing she found maybe fill her ass without reaming her virgin ass.

“Sir, let me taste you again, then I want to try something that I think you will enjoy,” Tammy said before he lifted his hands off her ass and she spun around and greedily waggled her just pounded pussy at Hermione as she slurped him down then let him fill her mouth. “Thank you sir, for the reward, and I want to try this since I am lacking in stamina when it comes to pleasure. The potion revitalizes when mixed with this one and I would like my reward to be a complete ravishing even though my ass is in no way prepared to be reamed by a dick that huge. I would ask that at some time in the future when you have time that you let me weather the tide your tongue would cause, but for today I would like to have my cunt utterly broken in and I hope that I will be able to cum easier as well as actually not need jars of lube just to get some relief, boss. Besides, this way Mistress Hermione can see you render me even more utterly satiated.”

“Alright, Tammy you did earn a reward and Hermione might be interested in your potion since I seem to be able to ravish and ream several women before feeling tired,” Harry said while Tammy downed the potion and he saw the result as her pussy became even more swollen as did her nipples growing to be the size for more complicated clamps or as if they had been supporting weights for several minutes and definitely sensitive as hell then she kissed him while he could taste the potion still on her lips. “You are going to regret that pet, as it seems that my dick feels as if it was fresh from before your earlier blowjob, and it is going to be ensuring this cunt is utterly tamed and broken to my use. I really wish that you had been prepared though as I might overwork this sopping wet twat with how hard I feel and how it aches to be used.”

Tammy was having trouble thinking as his hands had sought her now throbbing and engorged clit and nipples and was none too soft with them as the slightest twitching made her shake in almost reaching orgasm, and then he tugged and twisted both and her vision exploded in white as Harry found his hand drenched. The next thing Hermione was seeing was her master ravishing the minion through a number of positions and that her eyes were vacant of anything but lust, pleasure and adoration as Tammy would gladly have a searing hot pin used to pierce those protruding blood engorged bits. As she watched them as her fingers tried to match their pace of both motion and her orgasms, Hermione decided that dosing her parents and their lover with that might really lead to issues especially since it seemed to lower inhibition far stronger than a few drinks would.

As for Harry, he was moving like a man possessed and he experienced several orgasms without shooting that were very intense and almost as many as what Tammy was utterly mind blown in experiencing right then. Still it seemed that an orgasm ripped through her with every in and out stroke while he seemed to spasm when he tapped into the back of her sex almost grinding into her past her cervix. Both of them lost connection to their bodies as they moved with a wild connection, but Harry experienced a series of visions that featured Tammy’s future both if they had never met and what glimpses of their current path showed.

Tammy would go far with her potion and he would entrust her with something almost as important as the research and development potion wing, but a good amount of detail was lost in the pleasure so he had glimpses of the bizarre things that the Farm would do, and he was aware that it would be beneficial to have it along with her running it. The last vision was shared where they in a limbo so similar to where Lily was trapped did something besides fucking. Tammy experienced the utter world shattering experience that Harry focusing his entire being in mutual happiness would bring, and as she came back to her body cried at the beauty of what Hermione would be blessed to experience for her life, but the potion practically burned out though the blood flow kept her body from starving for oxygen though she took many a deep breath as he stilled inside her.

Her eyes didn’t see a talented lover, they saw her deity, and when he offered her to suckle that divine instrument, her lips opened easily as her eyes closed to focus solely on his manhood in her mouth. Heaven returned as he filled her mouth to overflowing though she didn’t let a drop spill, and Hermione was coming loudly behind them. As he looked into her eyes, Harry saw that utter look of acceptance and he knew that Tammy would have issues with any other relationship in the future though he hoped not to have ruined her for any future lovers.

“Thank you, sir, for the multiple rewards and if you don’t need me, I am going to nap,” Tammy said with her eyes barely open and contentment radiating from her so strongly that Harry suspected that torture would not wipe it from her body language. “Next time, my lord, I want to break on your tongue and that giant dick in my ass. Your finger felt good, but your cock is so much bigger that it would almost be as if you fisted me there. It would be fun and if it pleases I would gladly take the discomfort even now if you wish to use me to fully sate your needs.”

Hermione howled at the proclamation and she worried that Tammy would want a collar for a few years, but the sight of it let alone the sounds behind her as she had managed not to be fucked by her guests as she watched and they listened to the show. They would pounce on her the moment her guard was down and Dora wanted to return the favor from her session, which sounded fun to her. She did feel a bit disconcerted not to be near her master, but Hermione knew that her need to serve and obey his orders could be far stronger.

“Coming, master!” Hermione screamed as she had turned to her side to better work her fingers inside her. “You fucked your cunt so good that I came watching. Now watch your Ne come for you to!”

After hearing Hermione cut off the call a little after her last orgasm left her squirting and unfortunately onto the fire, Harry stretched before using a runic gesture to clean off his nude body and gently cleaned Tammy from their mutual exhaustion before summoning a set of clothes to his hand as an elf popped in to tend to the now snoozing and smirking woman. His trunk appeared a few feet away in line for the floo, and he couldn’t help but smile at the efficiency that House Elves took such pride in performing, but Hermione had been right that it would be trying though since he had been having sex for almost half a year and before that time, he had orgasms daily since Halloween with plenty of time in causing orgasms for their own sake. He really should have acquired a Wizarding tent since that would allow him to have at least one lady for some mutual pleasure and fun or at least spent some time at either the Flamels or the Li’s in crafting a runic array for space expansion on his current trunk.

Considering what they had done to their rooms at Hogwarts, Harry suspected that they would have very impressive trunks and transfer the improvements between the trunks and their rooms yearly. It was something that he learned other houses likely didn’t do, as he knew that neither Hufflepuff nor Gryffindor had the same permissions to modify their rooms during their stay as Ravenclaw did though Slytherin came close from what Cissa had mentioned. Still he suspected that his trunk would have living spaces despite having so many places he could rest his hat as the saying went, and it was not as if wizards didn’t typically tend to have portable homes in tents as it was especially for the post Hogwart’s graduates who wanted to do some almost muggle like backpacking to find who they were.

Seeing a couch out of sight of the fireplace, Harry carried Tammy as easily as if he had levitated her though he had a charm up to keep her fresh womanly scent from clinging to his new clothes as he realized it would have been easier before getting dressed though that might had led to another round of games. He gave the impishly grinning woman a kiss before caressing her face fondly as he wasn’t that heartless especially with a minion or in this case one of his minion’s minion, and he did take care of his House along with their assets properly. Even those who had started as muggle girls had been changed though it was more pronounced with those he had been repeatedly intimate or those that Alice and Anne had ease their monthlies while he had been gone. It did lead credence to some of the obscure things he had read that stated that while muggles were incapable of using magic as they were that practice and events could allow their bodies to adapt though less so than a wizard or witch would do.

Harry already knew there were ways to cross the divide from squib to witch or wizard in both directions though he suspected the Ministry had destroyed all such knowledge, but crossing from mundane to magical was a bit harder though those that did tended to require a much more focused hold of their magic or it would destroy them physically or mentally. There were forces out there that they could use as crutches, but those forms of magic could be countered if one knew how and cut off in ways that innate magical ability could not. It also lacked the same physical enhancements that even the laziest wizard had, or Ronald would have died from most of the accidents his foolishness caused as well as Quidditch being truly dangerous even with medical magic available.

“Sleep well, Tammy, and Claire along with Amanda should see that you rest up after your success so far,” Harry whispered as he fought the urge to trail his hand across her body until he could hear her moaning with pleasure then orgasmic ecstasy again, but he still summoned the newest of Nikki’s specialty plugs as he wanted to make sure she was ready to try that next time considering how she had responded to his teasing with his finger before. “I do admit that these positive rewards do help motivate you all, and it is not as if I minded my part in it, but there are going to be times when the celebrating will have to wait for the last push to happen. You all do seem to go further than some, and I know that useless lump Vernon only knew how to use fear to improve temporarily productivity, but I do plan to savor the moment that greedy bastard is destitute, despairing, and drenched in tears. As it is, I really should have thought about a companion while on this part of the summer, but I do believe I might last without going insane, and I really will have to see about a trunk sufficiently stocked to have a live in dungeon though as fun as that would be it would be a shame to waste you lovelies other talents.”

Harry was at times shocked that he seemed to inspire loyalty that made the contract and otherwise twisted at the time Bellatrix seem retrained, and it was for the best that he didn’t sacrifice his minions as freely as any of his three opponents would, but it was humorous already to know that Dumbledore would rather sacrifice his pawns for the chance to turn a Death Eater than how readily Voldemort would throw his recruits away as spell fodder. The ministry at times seemed even worse as the Aurors had been restrained when it was not criminals but an attempted civil uprising and terror campaign that they were dealing with, but even though it sounded as if Bagnold had more intelligence than Fudge did they were the bottom end of politicians and that included the current idiots he was resisting the urge to have vanished by his minions. He was grateful that House Potter seemed to have arranged as sufficient proxy in the mundane world to act in their behalf or he would have to deal with real politicians that were more subtle than wizards had ever been.

Putting the thought of the civil unrest that seemed inevitable, while being grateful that the magical community had cut deals that resulted in practically the same level of economic independence from taxation as possible, Harry made his way to the Floo to see if the Weasleys were ready for him yet, and he hoped that Ronald would not cause much of a fuss, but given his attention span the dimwit likely forgot he was going to visit. Nutting Ronald on accident would be funny, but unlike his first Floo trip, Harry had practiced with all the things it seemed Dumbledore wanted him ignorant about such as the tricks purebloods and half-bloods were taught by their magical parents, but he suspected that he had done a good job to portray a driven Ravenclaw and not one already with several years of exotic magical education under his belt amongst other things.

Dumbledore would stop at nothing to destroy him if he even half suspected his real potential let alone current skills or abilities, and as amusing as it would be to dispatch him in Hogwarts that was impossible with Fawkes as his slave and an involuntary one at that. The Potters had like a number of old families concealed their real abilities, assets and beliefs to prevent the greedy bastards from trying to take it away or inciting unrest for being so well off while others were barely better than slaves. The Blacks had hidden their island as had the Potters though they were in almost opposite directions while both also had islands elsewhere that their ventures had not let go, but then again, House Potter had never given a square inch of land since one could have it and their most distant ancestors as he learned from Su had stood while others fell while appearing to bend when necessary.

Looking at her with a fondness even as he suspected that her little potion discovery would be beneficial especially as it seemed like it would help his business and spread happiness to his subordinates and others, Harry tried not to dwell on how that momentary dream showed her potion and its increased sensitivity making that confusing future device even more effective than he dreamed possible. He tried not to focus on the knowledge that Hermione likely was contemplating a similar device especially as she shared his somewhat interest in breasts and suckling them, but it was likely that Tammy’s accident would make it more pleasurable for the recipient amongst other things, and Harry was well aware that pleasure could break as thoroughly as pain could do. It would make a decent reward in the limited use he planned, yet Harry couldn’t shake off the idea of Fleur and Apolline in such devices especially as it would appeal to their inner submissive to be used to serve so personally.

“Still I won’t forget my promise Tammy, and it is not as if I don’t love both spending hours driving such a lovely woman around the bend with my tongue or the sense of dominance that stretching a gorgeous pretty’s backside would cause,” Harry said before summoning a small vibrating toy and easing it in gently while having it on a very low setting to ensure Tammy would wake refreshed though pleasantly relaxed there since he couldn't leave her to sleep their fun off in a warm tub with massaging jets. “I do think that my concern for all of you helps me not compare my actions to those idiots, and I see that your wants and needs are met. As it is, you will probably have a girls’ night in where they want details about today, and while I feel that expanding a compartment in my trunk and keeping you there would benefit me, you would be happier and more satisfied to continue on your own concerns. Maybe next summer I will have the runes to do so properly and can fit in a lab as well. Something to think about anyways…”

“Thank you, master,” Tammy whispered in her sleep though not feeling the utter contentment and serenity radiating off her sated and spent form. “I will do my best for you, sir. You made me whole, and I will never forget the feeling of your attention, my lord. You are so good to your servants that our loyalty will never waver to you, our one and only leader.”

It was a touching confession even if it was while she was in a haze after the sexual frenzy they had shared, and for some reason he saw images and the word farm when looking at her. Perhaps it was what she would end up running in the future for him, but his darkest most sadistic side saw the potential of that vision as there were some deserving to be punished yet not killed like the Death Eaters, and other assorted filth they had ended already. Rehabilitation was supposed to be a better alternative to locking people away, sending them into exile or killing them, but Harry had Night observe several correctional facilities, and while they didn’t tend to make the prisoners into more savage and brutal thugs than those in the past had done, the system still wasn’t anywhere as practical as he would like.

There was actually little difference between rehabilitation, reeducation and brainwashing compared to normal societal conditioning, and Harry was aware he felt almost nothing for those he had no real connection with, but his close companions and those under his house protection were different. Sill Azkaban was a deterrent similar to religious teachings of don’t do the crime if you won’t do the time reasoning, and while Amelia wouldn't be too upset that he offed Death Eaters as there were a few barely mentioned laws on the books that allowed lethal responses to them with impunity, their supporters were not covered under that if they were not marked. So breaking their supporters would be necessary though Lucius appeared to have been the major one while also wasting House Black’s coffers to sate Voldemort’s ambitions, and he would need to track down more on who that man was, but at best, Harry was able to narrow this supposed Lord Voldemort to be the son of the House of Gaunt.

The less said about that bastard house as he had found from the Li’s then the better, but he suspected that Voldemort was a half-blood likely the child of a rape from either Morfin or his father Marvolo Gaunt on some muggle woman or possibly muggleborn witch as they were from all reports obsessed with their little fame as the last known descendants of Salazar Slytherin. Merope was a possible mother for Voldemort, but the odds didn’t seem as likely though it would make tracking things harder, and either way the young future murderer of his parents had not attended as a Gaunt nor had a Gaunt attended Hogwarts for some time as the curse on their line reduced their magical potential until such time as those of close or more likely pure muggle stock crossed into the bloodline.

Their loss was a good thing almost as much as the end of House Malfoy given their actions over the centuries, but he could understand some of why Draco thought he was as important as Lucius had implied he was going to be the next Lord Black. Cissa had already informed him of why Pansy Parkinson followed her useless son like a dog, and he almost felt sorry for her despite trying to belittle his Hermione, but Draco would have his chance to be saved this year while Pansy was through that contract most likely going to be little more than a slave. Their house had been foolish in the contract they had entered as it gave the next Lord Black all of their assets including votes in the Wizengamot and both Pansy and her mother as playthings, but it was a typical Malfoy tactic as he knew, and as much as ending the Malfoys would calm his next hosts, they would likely disapprove of his method. House Weasley had lost so much form similar bargains with that house that they had begun their feud so long ago, but the Weasleys did refuse to be ended so there was some hope for them even though Percival and Ronald seemed lost causes, while the Twins tried to paint a good picture for their youngest sister.

Giving the softly sleeping with some slight moaning from the toys he had set to help her sleep, Harry made his way to the Floo pot and smirked as his fire had numerous runes added to it to help keep it off the grid when it came to others, but he did plan to have a portable home in a sufficiently warded trunk as a bolt hole in case something did manage to bring down the already potent wards even in Surrey though it was almost insignificant compared to the descriptions of the wards that had been placed on the older holdings of his house. The pot had several charms on it from the store as well as some specialty ones his minions had seen about, and he was well aware that hunting Death Eaters would provide him with the supplies to facilitate their metamorphosis to full magical with the ability to cast in addition to the minute abilities they had already gained from early actions.

“The Burrow,” Harry intoned as the powder hit the flame and the magic began to work. “Hello Fred, George, Weasleys are you there? It’s Harry.”

“What are you calling here for Potter?” Ronald asked rudely. “Why would those two want to talk to you?”

“Out of the way Ronald,” Gred said as Forge continued with their usual altering sometimes even in the middle of a thought, “Harry good friend, it seems our little prat of a brother seems to have forgotten that we asked you to visit. It is such a shame that he has an attitude worse than Percy and yet seems to pay attention to what matters even less.”

“True, Ronald does leave me wondering if your mum had been too distracted with you and he ate things he shouldn’t as well as likely tried to eat the food he saw behind glass and mirrors,” Harry said with a laugh as he looked around a bit at the place. “Do you two mind if I come through now? You did remember to tell your mum I was visiting for a bit, but if you didn’t I do have other pranksters that want to collaborate with me anyways. I could always see if I could call those three darlings up to practice since Hooch and Flitwick have seemed a bit desperate in the odd letters that showed up, but definitely less so than some of the mail I had sorted this summer. Sometimes I have to wonder what idiocy that young girls have been told about me to be willing to send things like that in the mail, but I digress dear pranksters, so no one of consequence will mind me coming over now, is there?”

“Of course not, dear Harrykins, but you will have to deal with our two brothers and their lack of a sense of humor,” the twins said with a smirk as the relief they had felt after chatting with Hooch had warred with their desire to compete when it came to both Quidditch and pranking. “We have wanted to see what you could do on a broom since those two had to have seen something to want to try to convince you to join Ravenclaw’s team last year. Hooch doesn’t give praise easily, but she cackled and was rather emphatic that you were at least on par with Charlie and while we accept he adores his dragons that the English Team could have used his talents.”

“Right so no one important will cause trouble, I just have to show off a bit on a broom, and we will be copacetic, but please tell me that you have been overplaying how your mum is please?” Harry replied with a bit of twinkling in his eyes. “I know I saw and met her at the station, but to be honest those hugs looked far more painful than those I get from other mothers. So am I in danger of being crushed when I get there, or what?”

“Our mum is a bit overzealous at times, but having had you to bounce ideas off of has helped, and as loath as we are to admit your idea to do better has gotten her off our backs a lot more than we thought possible,” the twins replied and Harry was well aware of the mischief there in their eyes as he had seen it in his own and other’s eyes before. “We can't make any promises, but we seriously doubt you will be hurt though a bit embarrassed. At least, mum has been more understanding once we told her why our grades improved so she may want to thank you with overfeeding you. One thing mum is not is stingy especially with family and guests so we might need to practice hard to stay in shape though the food is excellent.”

“Alright, if you two say so, but I don’t have qualms with fighting dirty as you well know though I doubt Angelina or Alicia will be happy if I injure you,” Harry said as he reached for his trunk. “Now clear way a bit as I don’t want to slam into anyone, and that means no leaving Ronald to get stepped on. I might think he is almost as much a prat as Percival, but I doubt I want to spend the time getting clean from his slovenly ways. There is also no way I will stay in his room as I would take a couch over whatever cesspool he keeps as his room.”

With that said, Harry stepped through and was quick to take into account the appearance of the Burrow. It was not in the best of shape though the hominess made up for the mended feeling, and it was better than the sterile atmosphere of Privet Drive. The only down side was he had become a bit spoiled at having a companion for cuddling if not more available at all times as well as the other servants as well as house elves. He could see the sink being spelled to clean the dishes, where he had elves and maids doing the same work, but he could only say that this was more comfortable than his earlier years had been.

He barely paid notice to what he had almost stepped on, as it was not as if he was going to step forward squishing everything beneath him like some titan, but at times, he wondered what that would feel like. Besides, as he smiled, Harry realized that he hadn’t been almost suffocated by a hug from their mum who unlike Hermione’s mum had left her body to become a bit unappealing more so than pictures of her husband portrayed them. It was not as if good witches had to be ugly while evil witches had to be sexy though Cissa was both of the latter as well as a naughty minx that made his hand twitch to spank that toned ass.

Still Harry had to wonder why evil witches or at least the kinkier ones were gorgeous when not wearing the unflattering robes that wizards seemed to have almost embraced for so long instead of adapting to something more interesting, but as he was not being suffocated in sagging floppy tits or overly jiggling flesh, it wasn’t much of a concern. Cissa had along with Bella allowed him to see a number of their memories, and Lily and Alice had shown him some pictures of people they met even though both of them were lucky to recognize each other. As it was, most witches seemed to retain their beauty though he would never tell McGonagall that she needed to stop being so wound up, and he suspected that his head of house had unresolved issues with her from his looks, but it was not his place to pry into their lives. He had enough issues with manipulative old bastards that were jealous of their siblings as it was, and Abe sounded cool from what Dora and Penny had said, while Nellie and Nick had more good things to say on him though it seemed Albus had been best friends with Grindelwald before things went to hell.

He had the year and change to plot how to talk to Abe about it since he doubted the man would be happy to be reminded that his brother and his friend’s fight had cost them their sister. So far, Arianna sounded like the second person he would be willing to resurrect since Lily was the first while Alice was not quite dead, but he doubted he could resurrect all of his family’s relatives with impunity. Still Fred and George were more talkative of things than he guessed Ronald would have been if he had fallen into his pathetic trap to be his friend.

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The Twins had barely managed to drag Ronald out of the way before Harry’s foot came down where his head had been, but the way he looked around the room made them feel a bit uneasy, as there was something in it that they had seen a few friends of their father have in their gaze. As it was, they knew that Harry could be easy going at times though they couldn't shake the feeling that he was more of a bad ass than the storybooks inferred despite his not having done those things. They had caught him practicing his wand work and charms enough to know that his speed was unreal, which made their next few years interesting when it came to Quidditch because there hadn’t been a dueling club since Charlie had been Head boy.

“So Harry what do you think?” Gred asked as they watched his evaluating everything. “It may not be much and definitely no manor, but it is home for us.”

“If I was still completely oblivious I would say it was brilliant, but it is definitely better than my relatives place, and while we all have had to hear the bragging of Malfoy on his Manor this place feels more a home than that place sounded,” Harry said catching sight of the snooping girl hiding on the stairs. “Some people think money buys happiness, but while struggling sucks, as I have seen personally, there are more greedy thieving bastards trying to leave you Knut less or worse. I can say that the love of family is apparent here, but Percival does seem not to have understood that with how much he sucks up to the professors. Charlie and Bill sound interesting enough to offset the two headaches, but I believe you said you had a sister.”

Harry was well aware that she was listening in though the fresh scents of her anxiety was clearly discernible over the lingering aroma of the house, and his hearing was not yet sharp enough to detect her heartbeat at this distance with other sounds present, but it would be interesting to see how she reacted to this since he doubted she was anywhere as shy as she was acting right now. It was probably more of the awe that seemed to fill his life with his fame, but it was not as if he was looking to use her for his relief as he had begun to feel wrong with how easily he could take advantage of his fame and his presence to seduce women around him. Some of the situations he found himself in from Alice and more so Anne trying the past few years to go beyond cuddling including Anne’s rescue thanks all that time ago, but his time with the Li’s helped show that being the dominant and master had more to it than commanding as one had to care and provide for their followers even though it was not as if he was their master.

“Dear Ginevra is normally a bit less shy, but given that there are so many stories about you, with not all of them anything but memorable that is understandable, and you saw how people acted when you were first at school,” they said while Harry tried not to scare her with how easily he could tell she was eavesdropping on them. “Our little sister would be right annoyed for calling her that, but she does know how to take a good joke better than Ronald did when we did things before. Still as Bill has been prone to call her firefly, she can be her usual self who is rather outgoing, and is a true redhead more so than we are. We get mad and prank, but our little sister plots a bit more. ”

They were quite for a moment as they watched Harry process this, and they knew he hung out with girls a good amount so giving him this heads up was important, as he would understand it unlike their younger brother who seemed inclined to have women beat him to death and not in a fun way. For some reason, Harry was able to get on with girls easily without coming off as too effeminate though they had gotten cursed a time or two when trying to sneak up on him so they were well aware that his curses were potent and often inspired a few of their latest pranks. His fame and looks meant he would likely end up with some of them wanting to explore things with him, and the manner that their prospective girlfriends considered important would help avoid arguments though they were aware that there was a thrill for being involved with a rebel or bad boy.

“So Ginny is like most of the redheads I have met, and try to stay on her good side then, or else there would be complications that are rather unpleasant,” Harry said while letting his senses to scope the place out a bit though from what he had read and from some talks with Sirius that after he had achieved his Animagus form that some would be even better. “Seems simple enough, and besides working on refining some of your prank ideas to sellable form what was it that you wanted to do gents? I know you are on Gryffindors’ Quidditch team, and I would love to fly about a bit especially after getting some chores done back home, but I hate to say that I doubt that you have a full sized pitch unlike that nuisance Malfoy. Not to be crass or anything, but that sniveling twit seems to think that daddy’s money can buy him everything, and as much as I find Ronald to be a bit thick, I was thankful that he distracted that pretty boy from wasting the air around me with his piss poor attempts at intimidation.”

Harry hadn’t wanted to outright say that he was able to buy and sell their mortal nemeses with his ready cash, but they were less touchy about things than their younger siblings though Harry had to wonder with the look of the place and only their father working in an underpaid position at the Ministry how they could send that many kids to Hogwarts since Hermione had been honest as well as Vincent and June in how expensive school was for Hermione. He hadn’t wanted to mention what sounded like an important thing he had discovered while at the Li’s that the House of Potter did not pay to send their family to Hogwarts though they also arranged for scholarships to allow others to attend to make up for it, which tended to include first dibs on future employment for those that graduated and other solutions for those that failed out. Harry hadn’t wanted to dwell on how both House Potter and House Black had acquired the services of the inherited workers at times let alone the inhabitants of their islands, but at least with House Potter those working even in the bordellos were treated well with an understanding of what happened to those harming a girl working there.

House Black tended to be more sadistic and vicious while House Potter tended to only use enough force when necessary to petrify their opponents and ensure future understandings, and House Black had little to no qualms in the past enslaving and taking advantage of anyone not connected to them, but House Potter could have been far worse given their talents considering that they were skilled enough to profit from deals with both of the Fae courts as well as bargain with the goblins without losing some of their flesh to do so. Unfortunately, House Black had a downward spiral even before the latest generations had their conflicts though he only had suspicions on some of the conflict between Dumbledore and Grindelwald even with talking to Nick and Nellie in depth about their former guest, but Harry felt nothing when thinking about ending Rastaban and Rodolphus Lestrange as their father had been foolish enough to be an early supporter from what he had discerned though it seemed they hadn’t been entrusted with their lord’s true identity, which would have helped to narrow down his suspects.

Su, Zhu and Mei-Li had drilled eastern philosophies of society and combat into his head though knowing that one general had written a treaties still studied today was intriguing as he knew from some spirits that had been soldiers in Europe over the centuries that the doctrines of war changed as surely as strategies evolved, adapted and were counted so for one general to do such a memorable work was worthy of study. It was also listed in the necessary readings for several of the university studies he wished to take later as well as business and management courses to better govern his holdings, but after inquiring he had learned that one of his ancestors had as with other recent discoveries snatched some for the families benefit. Still while deception as a useful gambit to use until he was certain that neither those sympathetic with Lucius, Dumbledore or the corrupt ministry, Harry preferred to have the force to ensure he was left unbothered similar to how if one was a dangerous enough predator that they could walk through the Forbidden forest with impunity similar to the feel that Hagrid had that kept the smaller dangers from bothering him as he was fairly certain he had a giant in his ancestry within a few generations at most.

All of that meant that Harry had gotten as good at social combat as martial, marital and magical combat over the summer though he was still shocked at how some of his earlier successes had been won. Harry had been informed that he was as much of a lover as a fighter though he loved fighting and fought to submission when loving which his ladies seemed to enjoy as he never had left them unsatisfied and according to Nellie that was a worry he would never have even though she had admitted that he might need to use a trick her old master had mentioned which in addition to controlling blood inside from bleeding to death could redirect it to useful benefits as well as cause it to flow in others such as arousing them directly. So far, Harry had a life to look forward to after the misery that Dumbledore seemed inclined to have him live in from the reports now more carefully doctored by Arabella Figg who was now kept on a firm leash for her earlier transgression against him.

His minor ability to discern emotions outside of his improved sense of smell detecting them and other chemical signals such as pheromones made him redirect his attention to Fred and George who had been off kilter while he had let his mind wander obviously shocked by something that he had said. Harry didn’t have long to ponder on it any more than he had realized that Hermione was currently being ravished by Alice, Anne and Dora soon after her squirting had put the fire out, but he didn’t let his mind drift to the four intertwined statues representing them in his mind as that would be a distraction though he would have to try that even if it would require him to use a time turner as it looked like she really liked it as much as when they took turns in who was being more stuffed than a sandwich. He was well aware that they were almost as Hedonistic as the Flamels were at times, but it would test his poker face not to show that he was able to almost see Hermione as she was double stuffed by Alice and Anne while Dora occupied her mouth though they seemed to rotate while keeping Hermione stretched and filled in all ways, and it would help distract from the unattractiveness of Molly from her scent lingering or Ginny as the girl while technically no younger than any of his lovers was less aged and matured for his tastes.

“Harry mate we know you have to have balls bigger than bludgers from half the shit we have seen you do, and Ron is a bit thick we will admit considering his behavior, but using him as bait to keep Malfoy away is both brilliant and nauseating, though given how our little brother eats and acts we can understand your reasoning as the girls wanted to spell his mouth shut or obscured since his feeding habits isn’t the most agreeable to see,” they said while barely paying attention to Ron who tended to have the stubbornness to roll towards Harry while muttering things that got him kicked away before Harry whipped his foot off from touching him. “He is our brother, but the girls were very annoyed that we didn’t prank some manners into him after they were not feeling well before seeing his trying to inhale. They made sure we know how to behave better than mum, but they do have more coercive methods where mum can be rather loud.”

“I can understand that though I am grateful to dodge being smothered so soon into my stay, but Ronald has the same problem that Percival has with not thinking about the consequences of his actions at times, and I am amazed that McGonagall didn’t strip his badge for doing some of what he did, though I am more shocked that the girls didn’t humiliate him publicly for his bad manners in regards to women,” Harry said as he was well aware that he couldn't hang Percival by his feel before flaying the flesh off his body while he was a house guest as that just simply wasn’t done even if the Burrow had some half assed wards with adequate ones slapped on most likely by Bill from what they had said. “Now I don’t know the specifics about why your brother seems to be heading towards the same level of loathing as Ronald has due to his disgusting manner of eating, and Hermione wanted to hex him as bad as Alicia, Angelina and Katie did, but I am amazed that they didn’t do something as pointed as force him to act properly when eating. We managed to get to meals early and use the time Ronald was arguing with Malfoy not to have our food upset by the scene, and Hermione was almost insisting we dine with the elves in the kitchen to escape it. So expect that I will do my best here to be agreeable just believe I will try not to look at the eating equivalent of a horrific event that is so bad one has to look.”

“We get that as we live with him, and we would love to see if Hooch’s grumbling was true though given what we have heard you are possibly going to be better than your father who we know would have gone pro if not for the troubles at the time, but as much as we like to keep him from getting a swelled head or attitude like Percy, Ron is our brother though we can understand if your girl friends are upset with his behavior as some ladies we are friends with find him eating very bothersome,” The two rather sympathetic twins said though it was difficult not to try to stick up for their siblings though they tried to keep them laughing even Percy. “With that said, we doubt that much would sink in and we would really rather go about seeing you flying, before mum decides to rope us into some less than pleasant chores. As it is, Ron will likely get stuck with the fun one though it can be time consuming. Gnomes can be a pain to remove since they are an obvious sign that magicals live nearby since they can't live without a magical presence according to our studies. They do seem a possibility for our potions research since they seem so overlooked.”

“Something to think about, and I don’t have that problem back home since between the cats, birds and other animals that gnomes are a bit like squirrels and chipmunks as available prey especially Night seems to enjoy snatching them more than mice at times,” Harry said with a shrug as his house was devoid of mundane and magical pests that seemed drawn to the magic in a Wizarding home. “I take it that you lot de-gnome the garden by tossing them about since they are pests though they would then just wander back to their holes, and they do seem rather dim coming to investigate what happens. Night is a bit bloodthirsty compared to an owl, but he does manage to fly more discretely though I can see some farmers being upset since wild ones would go after crops more than just the bugs and vermin. Still I doubt I would be an owl person though I think Errol is overworked considering how long he took to recover, but dismissing an owl would be similar to putting down one’s familiar I suppose and not something one would wish to do.”

“True, we know he is getting on, but it would be closer to morning a deceased relative we suppose though dad didn’t get along with his mum’s side of the family, and we know best not to talk about it,” George said though Fred enjoyed trying to fluster Harry with their usual twin speaking since he was so difficult to get off balanced though they had moped when their pranks failed before his returns left them almost more humiliated than they ever had Ron. “The parents don’t like talking about the past or the extended family though we do have an accountant, which I can see could be useful since you somehow already know our true ambition to create a joke shop greater than Zonko’s to further future pranksters and keep things upbeat. You sure you don’t plan to tell us some more or give us some hints as we head out to the shed for some brooms to use?”

They made their way out the open door while Ginny was nervously worrying about successfully following them since her brothers were good at detecting when they were being snuck on or their mum would catch them more often. She was young yet looking at Harry made her heart thunder in her chest and her mouth feel dry at how he looked let alone the way he had glided out of the Floo or as he otherwise moved in such a mesmerizing way. Her childhood crush on him from the stories her mum told her seemed to grow stronger than wishing to play marriage with him though she didn’t know all of what that involved as her mum seemed to not want to tell her some things even when her first bleeding came as she had panicked a bit as she had smacked into some things while liberating one of her brother’s brooms to practice since Ron made a fuss that girls couldn't play when she knew that Gryffindor had three girls playing as chasers and there were the Holyhead Harpies that seemed to do decent most years. It was better than his obsession with the Chudley Cannons and painting his room an orange that likely would have any sane person wish to do him harm if they stayed there though that was not why he seemed to have no friends or none that would visit.

“I might be willing to give some hints, though it might ruin the fun, but I am rather aware of your pranking idols, and I may have access to their pranking journals,” Harry said as the door swung close quietly before the almost mouse acting like girl scampered behind them. “Suffice it to say that the Marauders were rather memorable though it seems the professors don’t talk about it much especially Snape as he was the butt of their pranks often enough since he was more competent and sadistic than Malfoy and he supposedly knew and used more of the Dark Arts than most of the Seventh Year Slytherins knew. Personally, I loathe the prick for being an incompetent teacher, biased grudge holding bully, and more so, for his obsession with violating my mum though playing the poor picked on sap almost worked considering it took the four Marauders to counter his more sadistic spells. Somehow he managed to ensure that when he was defeated that it looked like they were picking on the lonely isolated Slytherin boy that had been mum’s childhood neighbor though he had ruined the friendship my mum and her sister had from his actions considering he made up for his lack of raw power or influence with careful manipulations to get his ambition.”

“Ouch and we thought his bias against Gryffindor was bad, Harry, but that has to be worse especially as you can't opt out until you complete your OWLS,” they said even as Ginny managed to sneak behind them without their really noticing her while the poor girl was becoming more obsessed with Harry after seeing him and stopping to almost insanely sniff where he had been as it seemed to have soaked in his rather intriguing scent. “We knew he didn't teach a damn thing since his method is barking out read the instructions on the board and do them when often enough there are little flaws so only those learning elsewhere or ahead of their books in particular would succeed especially as the reaction tables are not assigned even though we found out from a Ravenclaw friend of the girls about that once having been part of the standard kit while it is part of the kit for legacy Slytherins. Life isn’t fair though we can understand the idea of bias for Slytherins given people with Ron’s beliefs making their life hell for being in that house when most are not that bad yet really do need to lighten up. We can understand during the war using more humiliating pranks than we do though you might be miffed that we tried to get Longbottom out of his shell by making him laugh.”

Harry looked at them for a moment and they shivered a bit from the look seeming to see through them more surely than McGonagall or they mum had done let alone the promise of retribution if they went too far in search of amusement. They got that as Neville was a very shy kid that even the girls had felt an urge to adopted as a baby brother though they had seen a picture of Harry with his girls on the beach he had sent and having Dora baby them wouldn't be so bad or even the others looked closer to the current prefect hotties they had caught glimpses of thanks to the map. Still they had seen the girls in the changing room and had tried to get a bit further than kissing with some success, but they tried not to feel the sense of lack of masculinity when they were fairly certain that their friend next to them could easily walk up to any girl even the ones that they dared not prank too surely and most likely have his hands inside their clothing directly on their flesh including their growing tits and possibly untouched sexually mound. Hell, they tried not to feel bad that they suspected that if he asked their little sister was not the only one who would do anything including more than the handjobs and such they got from their current interests, and as a second year he could probably already get into their thighs yet they were certain that all joking aside Harry was an old school gentleman who didn’t even kiss and tell unless his paramour didn’t mind being discussed.

“True the kid does have a worse home life and more intimidating a mother figure than your mum is, but it would help Neville if he could get over things though asking around it seems some moron Obliviated him to cure him of seeing what happened to his parents, which hasn’t helped his memory while his family was obsessed with ensuring he wasn’t a squib as well as being a proud heir to the family,” Harry said while picking up on the mood shifting from them as they approached a shed that likely had their brooms out of non magicals sights though the scents did help him from noticing the increasingly confused yet very familiar scent of the first part of arousal coming from the decently hiding even with her heart beating like drums Ginny following them. “I heard about his broom lesson and Hooch thinks I should work with him though arranging that seemed to be a pain last year so hopefully he isn’t as terrified as some their first time in the future. Now I believe you wished to see how good I can fly; although, I suppose there is a spot out of sight we can use? I don’t think that there are repelling charms enough to just go flying about the Burrow.”

Ginny continued listening and following as they made their way outside while Ron was berated audibly by their mum who had finally entered after hearing the Floo awhile back for his napping about amongst other things. At times she had to wonder if he had been dropped on the head a few times before she was old enough to recall things, but that was nowhere near as important as Harry Potter being in her home even if she had not manage to talk to him during their conversation. He smelled better than her favorite food, and being cuddled to him and sleeping with that particular aroma in her nose sounded heavenly, but her mum was really being loud with Ronald that her steps were drowned out with the roaring, though given how Harry twitched at the noise even this far away that he seemed to have better hearing so leaving from that disturbance was understandable.

Part of her wanted to have raided his trunk for something to add to her typical shrine if her inquiries were any indication even though Luna hadn’t had one last they had talked, but her father had made her a bit stranger though losing her mum likely hadn’t helped or her mum deciding that Luna was a bad influence on her. Still the risk of being caught would be great if he was as skilled as the twins said in avoiding and retaliating for their prank attempts, but some strange voice wanted Harry to catch her though why being spanked would be enjoyable except for being draped in his lap touching her was confusing. Just the thought of being in his arms while his hands were anywhere even the embarrassing way of being spanked likely while her brothers watched would be worth it if she had what none of the other girls had such as clothes that smelled like him, and it was not as if she was going to do something creepy like collect strands of his hair or toenails or anything as that would be going too far.

Ginny had gotten as many shots as she could of him in the past and her shrine was filled with them though part of her wondered if he would enjoy her sacrificing her virtue as her mum had said to be a suitable offering to the man legend that her mum was fairly certain she would be marrying one day. She mostly suspected that there might be a marriage contract and her games with Luna had been to prepare for that role, but just seeing him in the flesh made her feel so nervous that he might do the least such a contract would allow even though she dreamed of him saving her and playing the role of princess to his prince. It hadn’t helped that her mum had described that sacrifice as painful and that she had overheard her mum say that the reason she had so many brothers was to continue the Prewett line after she had a bit too much to drink when the anniversary of her uncles deaths happened. Ok, so her daddy tended to console her and there were silencing charms up those nights, but it really did look a bit as if he was forcing her to calm down though that must be one of those adult things, and having Harry do that to her might be enjoyable, as her mum seemed to glow afterwards along with not yelling for a good time afterwards.

“”Flying would be nice, and it gets us further away from mum as it sounds like Ron really upset her,” Forge said while looking at Gred as they were relaxed that Harry despite being their friend didn’t throw a fit at the older yet well cared for brooms. “We did want to see how good you were before we get down to some pranking business and we hope you don’t mind staying in our room since we doubt you would want to stay with Ron and that color being everywhere. Charlie and Bill still have their rooms and no one wants to go in Percy’s room since he has some issues, while our sister would likely love to have you in her room though mum would throw a fit. Not sure that she would try much outside the kissing and cuddling that the girls told us they were thinking about doing at that time, but mum has issues with protecting all of us and trying to make us stay children, which is why we think Bill and Charlie got jobs so far away to escape the smothering.”

“I think you do take your jokes a bit more since it is your thing that you did better at than your brothers though there is nothing wrong with being proud of something you accomplished,” Harry said as he mounted his broom after giving it a once over and hovered it after looking that no one who shouldn’t was watching them. “Not a bad broom that is for sure even if it is a bit older, but I don’t think that we will have trouble with them since they were cared for rather well, and they should work for a pickup game. Now let’s get some air time in before your mum catches up even though it seems Ronald has taken the brunt of her irritation this morning.”

They grinned at him and walked off with him to the mock pitch in the paddock amongst the orchard while Ginny continued to trail them there. As for Ginny, the confidence radiating off Harry was causing her to feel a flutter in new ways, and it was not as if Luna had helped with some information from her mum before she had passed though the last she had seen of her friend had her being a bit more like her father when it came to things. The open mind had helped as it was not as if she could ask one of her brothers to play marriage in the role of Harry Potter after all as that would feel odd though Bill and Charlie were far better to her than Percy or Ron had been, while she hoped that things would be better this year since she would be at Hogwarts with most of them. It was not as if she hadn’t wanted to be there for her friend when her mum passed, but her mother was rather annoyed with how they were acting, and no one disagreed with her for long though one of her daddy’s coworkers called him hen pecked at times, which is likely why her daddy was spending so much time in his shed tinkering as her mum didn’t yell or berate him as much when he was in there.

She watched as her crush remounted his broom gracefully before hovered effortlessly and then zoomed about easily with a smirk on his face that made her face flush while her brothers laughed and followed. It was amazing and watching their aerial dance was something to behold as while they couldn't let a snitch out they did some moves, and Harry proved sufficiently skilled that she could hear their cursing their chances next year especially if he was seeker since he darted about so easily while laughing madly as they tried to strike him with their practice bludgers, but he made their teamwork seem pathetic as he dodged, dipped, ducked, dived and darted out of the way in ways that made the three of them feel awed. Ginny had seen Charlie in some Quidditch matches and the twins were not kidding that he was able to have gone professional if he hadn’t ran as far from their mum as possible while enjoying the love of large dangerous beasts and dragons in particular that hanging out with Hagrid would provide.

Seeing the boy whose posters decorated her walls and starred in most of her beliefs and dreams for the future skim the ground with a sense of utter confidence made her heart pound and shift about for reasons she wasn’t completely sure of at the moment, but the way he looked made the few Quidditch posters seem less brilliant as Ginny had no doubt that with moves like those that he would make his house team. Unfortunately, she doubted they would be housemates as Ron hadn’t been too hesitant to complain that the Boy-Who-Lived was a book obsessed Ravenclaw, but she wondered if not being in Gryffindor as her family had been for so long would be worth it to see him every day, which would not happen if they were in different houses and years otherwise.

Time seemed to blur as she continued to watch from the grass as they showed off their Quidditch skills and the casual ease that Harry seemed able to render her brother’s teamwork was scary then again they had been as raving about Harry as Ron grumbled about him, which was confusing since he only seemed to have complained about the Malfoys. That at least made sense since they had not gotten along with that family for centuries while the feeling was mutual where both thought the others were traitors to the Wizarding world. Ginny wasn’t sure why they were in conflict with them, but there had to be a reason even as she drifted into daydreaming about her Harry, while they continued to try to put him through his paces when they were actually struggling even when passing the Quaffle between the three of them despite her brothers being better beaters than chasers.

Harry however seemed to be passing fair at the least for all positions and with each time he blocked their shots or seemed to outmaneuver whichever twin decided to play keeper, Ginny became even more impressed as he worked and moved in impressive ways. She really wished that Charlie would have visited so she could see them do a seekers duel, but Ginny did hope to see him sooner or later despite the fact that she had seen him at Christmas, and she knew her parents hoped they would visit Bill this Christmas since his job was a ways a way in Egypt working for the Goblins having adventures and all. He had taught her some curses just in case though how Ron didn’t know she had practiced magic outside of household charms was as amusing as none of them noticed she snuck rides on the brooms to get some practice in for the future. Oddly, she really wanted to ride the specific broom Harry was on currently, which was as much the same urge as she had been almost shaking crouched in the spot he had been standing while talking even though he had almost stomped Ron’s thick head for being in the way.

There was just something about Harry that entranced her unknowingly more so than Ron would be effected by even part Veelas, but as she sat there hidden and watching though able to easily hear the grumbling from that said brother, Ginny felt strange though part of her wished to stand up and walk out there and be placed close enough to touch him. Harry Potter as she well knew was a celebrity and even at his age probably could date any attractive witch he chose from just that, but his looks were far more mesmerizing than even that somewhat handsome man on her mum’s books. She had no doubt that if a photographer had captured his smile as he flew freely in the sky that many would want that on their posters, but Ginny was unsure what was in that smile any more than that odd smile she saw in that one muggle art book would confound men though it made perfect sense to any woman according to what she had heard.

It was a shame that her mum had pretty much limited her friendship with Luna, as she wanted to play marriage again since she found her outward enthusiasm turned to almost timid shyness around her crush as some of her brothers had teased. There were some vague ideas of what she was supposed to do with Harry if he did play it with her though there was an almost sliding across her mind when she tried to think about it as there were odd images blurry of scurrying to her parents room when the boys were out and seeing something she shouldn’t before a wand whipped past. Her obscured memories had hinted in her dreams as she thought about the boy she had seen before when dropping her brothers off though why her mother had been acting absent minded about the platform as well as having to remind her that it was platform Nine and Three Quarters confused her still, but it was likely her mum trying to help an odd muggleborn find their way.

Similar things happened when other issues especially before her mum had told her not to play with Luna anymore while her brother called her Loony with more disgust than anything, but all of that didn't matter as she felt helpless to move as she watched Harry in the air while she knew that Ron would be annoyed that he was not in Gryffindor as he did fly better than Charlie had from what she saw now. It looked like Slytherin would continue the winning run from ever since Charlie left against Gryffindor, but most likely not against Ravenclaw if they had any sense and had Harry play for them. Listening over their conversations as well as her four brothers vocal opinions on Harry Potter only left her more interested in the mystery about him, while the idea of playing marriage and kissing him as well as hugs though what followed after that was a bit disjointed sounded wonderful with how the world seemed to be alive more when he smiled. Still she could daydream down here especially with how his clothes hugged his muscled form in ways that made her reminisce about her older and more pleasant brothers especially after they started dressing themselves after moving away.

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While Ronald was degnoming the garden again for causing a fuss, Harry was chatting with the twins without bringing up the actions of Ginny as that would be rude since she was doing a terrible job of listening from the stairs once they had returned from their pickup game though she had done a good job in sneaking there and back to watch them even though he wanted to have her involved since it seemed that Ronald liked to have her pushed aside so he could have some attention. They managed to have a short moment before they could hear Molly calling for their attention thus thwarting their escape though Ginny managed to stay hidden though she had been close enough to inhale and start responding to the sweat their less than relaxed flying had caused.

Sadly, Harry was no longer able to avoid Molly as he watched her preparing for a meal after their playing while trying to sneak past the hiding Ginny to go on to plotting pranks and spellwork. As it was, her attention was directed at them as he could feel the disapproval at the joking they had been doing as they came inside. He was not oblivious to the emotions that she had radiating off her and the greed filled lust for the Potter fortune was apparent even as the food was served while Ronald grumbled outside though he doubted that they would be allowed to eat before he came in for a snack witch would feed most families if his Hogwarts eating behavior was any indication.

“Hello Harry it is good to see you again,” Molly said pulling Harry into a hug that with some effort didn't result in being planted between her less than cared for bosom while he let his mind recall the more pleasant times being snuggled in Dora, Fleur, June, Hermione, May, and Nellie’s among better formed embrace. “Now be sure to eat your fill as you seem to look too skinny to me. I have to wonder what those muggles are feeding you, but it does seem that you have been a good influence on these two troublemakers, and I am thankful that someone seems to have made them put some effort into their studies.”

“Well Mrs. Weasley, I do try to eat enough though I seem to run around as much as most boys do to enjoy the outdoors, while I do also try to study enough to not be ill prepared for things,” Harry said once she had released him before seeming to glide around the kitchen and seeing that the table was not yet set quickly seemed to blur around the room doing so before sliding into the seat that the twins had nodded at. “I think that while the twins can be troublemakers that it is more that they are easily bored than a lack of motivation, so I simply appealed to that to get them to study with some practical applications more suited to their interests. Now while I can see you don’t approve of their pranking when they could use that energy to do better in class, they have a dream that is rather ambitious to try to not only break into a market but also take the place of the major business in the field. So while I think you don’t see the practical aspects of their pranking, it has required some understanding of things though with the restrictions I think that the only reason they don’t do better in potions is that Severus Snape has a loathing of Gryffindors and pranksters, which is a shame since I can see them doing some remarkable things once they set their mind to it, though the world does need to relax from time to time.”

“Yes, they should realize that I want what is best for them and if they put half that effort into their studies than I know they would go as far as William and Charlie even though I wish they had found jobs closer to home,” Molly said as his voice had teased her mind and body to relax and listen to his words and not just hear them making her more open to accepting the twins dreams than before though she was resisting the effect a bit. “I just wish at times they would be more serious like Percy as with his records he will find his place in the world, and how will they gain success if no one takes them seriously. I suppose they can continue trying to make their pranks into more if you keep them doing well at Hogwarts, but you are so mature that I have difficulty thinking that you only started there this past year and not almost being Percy’s age. If only Ron would have learned from your example as well as those two miscreants, and at least they do well enough in school to stay on the team, which they like most of their brothers and father before them were obsessed with though they all looked dashing in their team robes.”

Harry eased back a bit as the greed had been pushed down with pride though he could taste she was displeased her sons had not staid here and joined their father in working for the ministry since it was respectable and a steady paycheck with opportunities to build connections. How was she to make sure they had suitable girlfriends that would provide grandbabies to further her plan to breed into successful families though seeing Harry acting more grown up than the Twins and especially Ronald made her contemplate the plan though not to the surface enough for Harry to pick them up with his passive Legilimency skills. He did pick up on the obvious dream of Harry marrying Ginny at some point while downplaying the boost it would be for them, but it seemed less for the money at the moment and more the hope her daughter had a better life than she since Arthur had somehow not succeeded in the ministry as well as he should have done from what she knew of the system. Grandbabies to spoil were there as well though not allowing them to flee from her intentions was there as well, and Harry wondered if her plan was to have a family large enough to win by numbers control where others tried force or manipulations. Still grandbabies was a prominent thought though more at when her sons would provide her some babies to spoil, which hopefully would spurn both her husband and her unmarried children to expand the family.

That wasn’t strange or at least the grandbabies as June and Cathy had the same thought and well, all the mothers who knew him and had daughters seemed that way while most of the fathers were prone to actually be closer to the truth in what he had been up to later than sooner with them, but thanks to some proper measures, the women he knew would not have to worry about the issues of teenage pregnancy unless they wanted to, and that at least was not on their minds though practicing for it was. Vincent did lob him as practically his son so things could have gone worse between them and Andromeda Tonks would have problems with Lord Black being in her daughter’s life as she had tried to somewhat foolishly disadvantage her daughter to protect Dora from the life she had been born into, which given her mother and aunt made perfect sense in retrospect. To be honest, Harry had suspected that Vincent and June would have adopted them if they could, and being Hermione’s sister wouldn't have been that bad a thing though as not blood sibling there would have been less issues with her stating she planned to remain with her brother even if he was her bigger younger brother for life.

“I suppose it would be good to not worry about affording things, though I have heard of muggles that are rolling in money yet miserable, and it is not as if that relative of yours would be bad off as accountants on that side are paid rather well since Goblins don’t have a monopoly on banking there,” Harry said as he tried to get a better read of the woman while the food was placed out though he could feel the subtle charm she cast to keep them warm as they waited for Ronald to return from his punishment. “Not as much as barristers and others dealing with legal matters are, but accountants are a necessary evil otherwise one would have issues with businesses, and the less headaches Inland Revenue gives the better. We are rather lucky to have fewer taxes as the Ministry has far less fees for things than their counterparts do. Now the twins mentioned you haven’t been to Diagon yet, and I do need to do my shopping as well, so I was wondering what day you were thinking of going?”

Most of it had not been heard though her mind absorbed what he said slowly and subtly trying to coax Molly away from her earlier habits to be a better person as he would rather not have the twins more annoyed than his planned torturous death of Percival in the not too distant future, but he doubted someone as far gone as she was could be changed as Harry had accepted that Snape was a dead man. That was despite what little friendship with his mother remained even though she planned to do such horrific things that talking about it had led to them trying some of the more intense and trying positions with abandon while Alice was so affected by their presence she had reverted to an almost mindlessly docile servant that had no inhibitions at what her master and mistress did to her. His mother was a dark goddess that he found he loved so strongly he found her so wormed into his heart that he would have merely left Snape crippled in mind and body if she had asked, but her plans would instill in Severus Snape a lesson that would remain even after several successive rebirths.

The Swiss cheesed memories of Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom were certain that unlike Petunia had and her parents had acted to the public, the Evans had like the Potters retained their roots in their heritage though both had laughed at what modern scientists and religious observers understood of the old world before the rise of monotheism. The Potters had traditionally kept their spirituality private though the stag and his father’s Animagus form had been reflections onto their typical aligning their beliefs with the older traditions and their dedication to the Stag Lord and the hunt even without their interactions with the now absent Fae. One did not hunt Potters, one was hunted by Potters in the olden days when the ideas of imprisonment was more cruel than death, but Merlin had in part been boon and bane to magic as during his time the traditions were lost while his image helped sway the masses to not attack those still practicing the ways of the wise.

All in all some people did have a chance and Snape could have manned up when they first met yet he had decided to be as hostile as his earlier actions as a Slytherin had led to the rest of the Marauders deciding his father was right that Snape was a two faced dark magic loving manipulative ass, but he had been a decent enough actor when he was befriending Lily for her beauty, intelligence and scary mad power. Harry had little doubt that Snape would have died if he instead of Peter had accompanied their master to where his family had been hidden. Unfortunately, the rat had escaped what happened to his master and then must have laughed that Sirius had so perfectly crafted a scene even his pathetic cunning could use to escape with his godfather as a scapegoat though without trial the man could have had the intelligence to flee far, but it seemed from what his interactions with British wizards was that they viewed Britain as the center of the modern magical world though not as much had happened from here as elsewhere after Merlin’s passing.

“August thirteenth is when I was planning on going dear, as there is a book signing I want to go to that day as well, and there should be more people you know as well with that happening,” Molly said while having been oblivious to the split eternity Harry had to ponder things as she struggled to refrain from yelling for Ronald to show up and clean up since the Twins had informed her he despised loud noises. “Where there any other friends you had planned to meet up with on a different day and what is taking Ron so long to finish. I swear he seems to be doing nothing but mopping and complaining this summer. Ronald Bilius Weasley, stop playing around and get in for dinner!”

Molly had yelled the last to get her sulking brat of a youngest son to stop throwing a fit outside while degnoming the garden, but she winced at the look Harry sent her. As much as her pride made her want to scold him for looking at her with such a glare, she could not help but feel the displeasure and disapproval of it, while his manner reminded her of being a little girl needing to be punished for acting out. Her plans would need modification since that look showed her more depth than she had expected with it reminding her of meeting many a Head of House though his gaze made her feel far more like a but under Lord Arcturus Black’s gaze than anything, and it appeared Albus had misled her on Harry far too much as he was nowhere near the pliable waif she had expected at the station, but instead of that easily swayed and enticed boy, she was confronted with what likely was a young man with the mannerism, manners and disapproval of the lack of etiquette her youngest son showed.

Her eyes swung down as she felt her body shuffle from the glare as if she was no more grown up than the little girl that had been draped over her father’s lap and spanked until she cried for bad behavior. That her brothers had been the ones to rub in the cream onto her aching behind hadn’t been a bad thing, but Harry no the Potter Scion’s look made her more certain that his relation to the House of Black had been not diluted with Lily’s blood. There were reasons she hadn’t tried to sleep her way into that family and that she would have been whipped for her pathetic and failed attempts to scheming and then used by the boys to learn how to break a witch after they learned how to tame a muggle into a properly wanton scarlet lady was the least of those worries. Arthur was too soft to enforce what lackluster will to oppose her remained even without her little helpers, but Harry was the Potter Scion and when he became Lord Potter, her ass would be toast and all her dreams lost if he didn’t see her in a favorable light.

The Potter of Potter likely would then proceed to out horrify the goblins with what happened, and Molly was already nervous since Dumbledore’s promise would be dangerous if he had any sense about him. With William working for them, any mistake would lead to their whole family being lucky to only be shoveling dragon dung and not being it, but her dirty secrets were easily enough to ruin her though Percy seemed likely to settle down and be the proper son she wished for while Ron was easy to keep behaved for the most part unlike her older two. Ginny likely would go along with the plan especially as Harry had the looks of James and that man tended to not need to charm the witches as much as that traitorous Black had with his playboy ways. Being flayed alive was a possibility if Harry took after the Blacks much more and if Dumbledore’s goblin was found out then she would be lucky not to be stripped of everything while Ginny as her plan to snag a better husband to control than she had ended up with Arthur would be ruined and both the ladies of House Prewitt would be likely mere property used worse than elves or worse scarlet women and whores to pay back the money she had been given to support her family through their Hogwarts years.

“Sorry about that dear, Ron does need a prodding to pay attention though he normally would come running when he smelled the food was cooking,” Molly said while trying to act the best as his glare made her worried that if Dumbledore was right in his power level if he could do worse to her than what happened to her brothers during the troubles. “He must be sulking again though why he has been so moody I don’t know as he is not old enough for some things to cause concern just yet. I really had hoped firmer punishments would help him grow up a bit, but he is acting just as bad as when he wanted to run off and refused to learn anything until I sat him down and made him.”

The noise had roused Percy from his room upstairs and he froze seeing Potter there as he was fairly certain that it boded bad things for him. He was Dora’s friend who knew Penny a bit too close for his mind, but his indiscretions had been hid though the two had refrained from pressing charges as they were well aware that his reputation would work against them when it was brought to McGonagall. Unfortunately, Harry Potter would be more than able to ruin his reputation and despite what Ron thought the boy no man was able to likely just smile and kill him with not even a slap on the wrist from the Wizengamot and Ministry as unlike the Malfoys whom they had issues with for centuries, the Potters still had far more rights than lesser houses. Potter could simply claim Dora under his protection or Penny and they would be as untouchable to his revenge as he was to theirs officially, but those women had cursed him leaving him drenched in his own piss in agony though they had also humiliated him by ensuring he tasted their piss for days after that encounter.

His life otherwise had been hell as his patron had sunk her teeth in keeping him out of trouble though he had been foolish to end up in the contract that he had signed, but as a Prefect he had let his supposed power go to his head, and somehow he had gotten on the Mistress of Slytherin’s bad side so he would be spending the next two years as little more than a boy toy for whomever she wished. Some of the sex hadn’t been bad, and the punishment for failing to properly please had been painful, but so far, he was alive which was better than he could say if Potter knew what he had done or worse tried to do to what was most likely his plaything. Roger had been drunk enough to tell him the beat down Potter had given him over trying to tap the metamorphmagus whore, and seeing the look now, Percy was lucky more than Roger as he suspected that Roger had survived and with his balls intact someone who had become even more dangerous over the summer when as a muggle raised he should have stayed the same from the end of the year.

Still Potter seemed more dangerous though, Percy was aware his temper had been almost as bad as his youngest brother’s mood was, and there were a few things that would make him act as a brash Gryffindor outside the lack of control. It had been heaven making those two do as he commanded and it was not as if they mattered any more than the only one Ron complained about worse than he did Potter, which was what Malfoy would call his pet mudblood whore. Acting like that in public was rather crass though he wouldn't have minded pinning her, Dora or Penny in vengeance. As it was, he had been tempted to get revenge on those two Hufflepuff bitches, but since one had the Head of the DMLE as her aunt, it was too risky given his situation, and that bitch would certainly enjoy violating his body even more if he caused problems. Having a beater’s bat used to wail on his ass had only been better compared to her sinking the damn thing to the handle in while he sobbed gagged in a harness before letting some of the less obstinate whores use him for their relief though they knew better than to cause problems to be in his position ever again.

All of that crashed through him, as Potter smiled a tooth filled predatory smile that made him remember what lessons on the Potters were really like though it seemed that he had the sadism of his recently reintroduced blood from House Black there as well. He wanted to do nothing more than scurry back to his room where he would not be trembling with fear of who he would be sent to service though that was more since his mother would notice and he had not a suitable plan to work somewhere over the summer to use as an excuse for his disappearances. If he left, his mother would become involved, and it was not as if he would be poisoned with Potter as a guest as it appeared some of the traditions of Hospitality were in play, but with the promise of suffering he saw barely hidden at all in his eyes, Percy was grateful not to be in the same house for the risk it would be now especially if Penny talked.

“Sad to say that he seems the same way at school,” Harry said while Percival was receiving the glare that had cowed Molly just then as he shook in terror. “I do disagree about Percival as he has been a bit too consumed with his work to see the world around him at times, and as Prefect should have paid attention to his first years especially Ronald. Still considering how much of troublemakers that the Gryffindors especially in my year seem that is somewhat understandable, but I do hope you chastise him more than McGonagall did as some of the first years got lost during the incident, and I have already spoken with Roger about appropriate behavior otherwise.”

Percy got the implied threat and that Harry was interested in ending him or at least his future as Roger had been humbled from his experience and Penny had not been pleased from his drunken ramblings. He could understand as a metamorphmagus was up there with Veela as perfect sex toys, and the girl had been at least half-interested or aroused for some reason so Percy doubted he wouldn’t have been as interested especially as turning her into his rather sadistic owner might get him free. Unfortunately, Ron would likely prevent Potter having them over, and his mother likely would slip and antagonize him by calling her muggle clothing into question for propriety. He had seen the girl with Penny and his letters had been a bit less subtle that he would forgive her actions if she brought the toy to play, but he thought as a rather hopelessly unconnected half-blood the woman would take the opportunity he presented her, and Dora was the half-blood of a cast out Black so no one would care about her at all either.

Unfortunately, he had been a bit less intelligent after his rather brutal retraining and his mistress had not allowed the pain and trauma to be magically removed while his own methods seemed less successful than he hoped. Percy honestly forgot half the time that his instincts and magic seemed to blare a warning that Harry considered him as noticeable as a flobberworms while one is traveling, and being of no significance despite his ambitions rankled even if it spared him more pain, but as Potter didn’t know his new status, he would not be visiting that sadistic bloodthirsty whore to drop sufficient galleons to have time to torment him. Still a moment to revel in his safety was worth the risk of future misfortunes as there was no proof and even he knew that no pureblood would be convicted at the testimony of an unreliable half-blood, and as much as his parents seemed to dislike the system, he was more than happy to use it to his advantage as they would if they had any drop of sense.

“Good evening, mother, dinner looks delicious as always,” Percy said as he calmly walked down the steps and past the being that seemed to send his repressed instincts into a frenzy about goading a dragon far too closely. “Ron seems to be taking his time pouting, I see, but considering he seemed unwilling to listen to anyone even the twins told him to pay more attention at Hogwarts that is understandable. I just hope his performance isn’t as bad as some implied or his summer will be far worse.”

“Results have taken a good deal longer to get here than normal, but with the problems at the end of the year that isn’t too unexpected I suppose,” Molly mussed as she sent a glare at Ron telling him to get in the house while she felt the frustration at not being able to yell or Harry might give her that look again. “I do hope Ron wasn’t in last considering that there is a Crabbe and Goyle in your year and they have never been the brightest of folks. Do try to keep an eye on your brothers more this year and Ginny as well, and I mean all of you boys look out for her as it has been a long time since luck has been on a Weasleys side. Not to disparage you Ginny, but there are plenty of people that would try to take advantage of you, and I know it is rude to ask this, Harry, so if Ginny does break tradition and ends up in your House would you look after her as well.”

“Of course, Mrs. Weasley, I would look out for any new housemate, though some of the girls haven’t been the most civil in their actions with each other, but I suppose girls will be girls as much as we boys will be boys since being in a castle just begs to be exploring,” Harry said offering Ginny a slight smile before she squeaked and left her elbow in the butter dish while simultaneously blushing at the smile directed at her. “I will admit that the twins have been decent enough friends even if your youngest son has some issues with me being a bookworm as he called me and my friends rather rudely this past year. It is a shame that he acts more like that Malfoy brat than either Fred or George, while Percival at least tries to act properly at times though the stress probably isn’t good for him either. Still I know that the twins have the brains to do better, they just have problems as usual with our dear potion master, while I dread to think why they haven’t tried to talk to the professors considering they started their electives last year. The point of Hogwarts with all its resources is to use them my dear pranksters, and if you are creative then you might be able to both have the good grades your mother worries about and get the experience in magic to suitably market your pranks. Zonko’s does decent enough business and some potions that seem to have no purpose outside of pranks might have other uses, which will be more profitable. Sorry about bringing business to the dinner table, but I loathe seeing people waste their potential.”

“It’s alright dear though I do agree with you that my boys have potential and I have a hard time seeing pranks as not wasting it especially when they could do better at school though they do have more than a year to prepare for their OWLS,” Molly said though her less potent than Harry’s glare still made them shudder sufficiently chastised as Ron at first tried to make his way to the food while she noticed he had not cleaned up. “Ron clean up then eat, the food will keep, and if you don’t be quick about it you can forget about dessert tonight. I really do worry about that boy, but at least he has a healthy appetite, and I expect you to eat your fill Harry. I will not be accused of being a bad host especially given how you are a growing boy, but it seems I was mistaken about some things that those muggles at least make sure you are fed well.”

Harry tried not to smirk as this proved that Dumbledore believed his turned squib’s reports, but it was not as if Arabella had much choice after he allowed her to be suitably chastised for taking his funds from the Dursleys to look the other way in how he was treated. Considering that Dumbledore ordered her there without so much as a by your leave or provided suitable means given how Privet Drive required certain conformity in the appearance which did cost time and effort. Petunia had neglected to pay him in his earlier years, but he suspected she would be frothing that the only business that operated any gardening and landscape services in Little Whinging were his and even the odd children were aware that negotiations for such outside of chores existed.

The more civil children were working for him directly or indirectly even if it was just for pocket change officially, but the arrangements had helped the teenagers in the three sides for the most part though Dudley’s gang were the most pathetic in number and talents as his people ensured they couldn't even shake down kindergarteners for their lunch money anymore. Unfortunately, they were still problem children so in desperation as his associates had been jumped, given a thump, and a lesson on not to bother their betters, which led to them trying to go beyond their pathetic abilities. Piers was all of an older twelve and just managed not to be caught when he did more than buy some drugs from last he heard, and it seemed likely that as much of a delinquent as the Dursleys tried to claim him as even though most of the neighborhood had accepted their lies as more issues from that family that their son was well on his way to be the sort to be sent to St. Brutus, which is where they claimed he was going. His associates managed to spin something closer to the truth that his parents had gone to an elite invitation only school and he had been invited as a legacy, while leaving any reference to magic out of it.

Oddly, his associates were through his own meddling closer to squibs than the muggles some had been, but his investigations had left him unwilling to further that transition due to the attention the disappearances of wizards or witches to complete the rather bloody ritual. In the meantime, Harry had come to learn that some sorts of magic even non-magicals could do though they needed a well of power to tap into outside of introducing one to their bodies. His purge of Azkaban or the Death Eaters there had been a bit unwise in retrospect as sacrificing them in a certain matter would transfer their magic adding it to those with a core of magic or starting as an internal source in those without. There were other methods, but outside of living in stronger magical areas while learning to draw energy on their own, most were more prone to causing the subject to explode in bloody chunks a bit closer to the consistency of chum for shark baiting.

“I will admit that some are not the most pleasant of people, I do know some that are rather amicable though I do dislike the Dursleys for their particular quirks in some supposed normality they believe they and everyone should conform to,” Harry said as Ron managed to make his way back and sit at the table before behaving like an animal in grabbing food to his plate. “Still family is family though I probably would not feel much if anything for either Vernon or Dudley as both of them seem to be more like the muggle versions of Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Little minded fools with delusions of their own importance in life, and far too inclined to think the world and everything it is theirs by right, but I have little doubt that both groups will get themselves into trouble they can't talk their way out of while having ensured their sons are cast in their image mind and body. Malfoy seems to be far too likely to underestimate the little things and anyone that seems inclined to prod the goblins as blatantly as he has let alone the rest of society will meet a sticky end.”

“Our family has never really gotten along with them for personal reasons,” Arthur said having come in from the shed before the speech while wondering how Malfoy had managed to not gain the poor boys influence for his own but actually alienating him which was what his father likely had wished to avoid. “Now while I doubt any in this house would feel bad for them, we should remember not to be as petty as they are, and thus act like better people than how others think of us. I must say I was not expecting you to be here Mr. Potter, and given Ron’s words, I am sorry to say that I thought the friendship likely a prank they were pulling on him. It is a pleasure to meet you, and not to be rude as pestering you over food would be wrong, but as you grew up around muggles, I would like if you have the time to explain some things to me.”

“After dinner Arthur, and no pestering Harry about things,” Molly said feeling her courage returned after not being under Harry’s glare for several minutes. “Go on eat up, we may be a humble family unlike those people, and we get by without elves, but the food is both plentiful and delicious. I do hope that everyone does remember their manners at the table though, which means pass the food when asked and not thinking the platter is just for you Ron.”

“Thank you Mrs. Weasley, as much as I would like to answer your questions, it is not the best thing to talk of during dinner, and it smells wonderful along with looking rather appetizing as well” Harry said with a slight nod and bare hint of a smile though it worked as well in bringing her to a suitably pliable mind as most would under a Veela’s thrall yet a bit more subtly as he tasted her food and noticed that Molly hadn’t been desperate enough to try adding potions to the food. “Yes, it tastes very good, Mrs. Weasley. We must exchange recipes in the future, and it would do to have more fare for the cooking lessons I have planned. Vincent has been helping me on what he considers the manly forms of cooking, which involves an oddly American grill though the food does seem to taste better that way than in the oven, but Hermione needs some lessons though at least simple dishes are getting better. June tries to have the time, but at least cooking has less risk of disaster than potion brewing, and Hermione is decent when following a recipe though adding any flare is a long way to go.”

“If you can call Hermione’s mother June and her father Vincent than you can call me Molly and Arthur as well,” Molly said as her mind was suitably docile with how Harry had acted. “I take it that you plan on meeting up to shop together then? It would help if Ginny had more friends and girls to talk with as well though Luna hasn’t been the same since her mother passed. Perhaps she can help with giving Hermione some cooking lessons as I have ensured that Ginny understands her way around the kitchen enough to have plenty to eat in the future.”

“Maybe, although I have found Ginny to be a bit shy around me unlike what the twins have said though I can understand considering how some people have acted around me, but I think that is more from whatever horror stories Ronald has been telling than anything else, and I am certain that Fred and George were probably exaggerating things as well,” Harry said as he continued eating afterwards while he tried not to twitch at the manners Ronald was showing though he pondered what to say after he finished chewing his current bite as unlike that beast he was showing manners at the table. “As it is, I do hope that they get along this year though I would advise being a bit friendlier with some of the first years, as Hermione will be dealing with her cousin and their friend this year. Now, while they get in more trouble than Fred or George could be both alone or together, they do tend to be the sort you want as a friend, and Alice is as scarily brilliant as Hermione is. Those two are as thick as thieves, as the saying goes, and I have known them as well for years where we helped each other through school and other troubles, but they can react a bit strongly at times. As much as I would like otherwise, they do get a bit protective since some people we knew were not the most trustworthy.”

It took time for his last statement to register in any way after the rest of what he said though Harry hadn’t been aware that his body burned the minor potions present in the food as if they were nothing as his earlier rituals had rendered far too many potions pointless. Thankfully, most medical potions were able to work on him in case something went wrong, but calming draughts to pain relief ones would have no effect as well as emotion altering ones including love and lust potions. His alterations could be a double-edged sword in some ways though he was grateful that he had found one to detach his sense of pain or the extremes in case he ever was captured and tortured. His traipsing through Snape’s mind had left him well aware of the Death Eaters modus operandi though he suspected that Dudley would run afoul of criminals sooner than later.

Ronald looked annoyed at all of what he said though it was more girls he would have to deal with as well as that he despised Hermione for her intelligence and distracting Harry from being his friend. Still Harry was trying to warn him out before he became like Percival though he already had the greed that Percival and Molly both had. Ronald merely lacked the intelligence to know when he was trying to bite off more than he could chew, but given how he was eating now that didn’t shock him though Harry was tempted to curse the selfish brat soundly to rein in his bad behavior. Besides, it was not as if the so called trace existed and even the parts for monitoring had failed spectacularly though he suspected that certain aspects of the Ministry had his home or close enough in Surrey properly saturated with wards if not now then eventually even though he was legally if not publically emancipated.

Caressing, his wand in its ring form, Harry mussed as he ate some more of the food, and he couldn't help but notice that the small red stone did look fairly suitable on the gold band even if it was Gryffindor colors. The improvements on his wand had made locating him when using magic to be almost impossible outside of keying illegal detection wards over the vicinity of the Dursleys since the paperwork on his current home were sufficiently buried to keep them from knowing his real address. Harry could already feel that his wand was not yet complete as he contemplated what to add to round out the developing of his multiform focus, but it was not his crafting friends fault as it had matched as he had been at the time though melding the focus forms into one true state was complex. Alice and Anne would be there to have their lesser focuses linked to their suited wands while Hermione would be matched properly with something other than Ollivander’s off the shelf creations.

‘It is not as if, I won’t need the power and control variations of the different forms though I have the feeling that calling this a wand or simple focus will be a pale mockery of what this will become in time,’ Harry thought as he felt the minor influencing potion dissolving even though from his point of view it did add spice to the food. ‘How disappointing that a staff is so awkward to carry as wizards should have staffs though I can understand the easier to conceal nature of wands, but a wand lacks the resilience of a staff even if it takes more power to cast through it in that state than the more compact forms as the magic fills the internal pathways before leaving the end or gem as the case may be. I hadn’t noticed the runes on the ring state before this, but the numerous runes seem to adapt as I use it more meaning even a ring grows as Hermione said Ollivander claimed his wands grew with their companion, and each rune isn’t a spell exactly more of a concept that is developing to describe how I relate to a particular realization of magical expression. There are more than the basic four that one would think of though charms and transfiguration in many facets are present. Something to think on as much as my project with the mirrors though I have an idea what my father used as a basis, which given how overlooked and almost omnipresent facet the protean charm as the purest understanding of the interconnectedness of things should have been a bit more obvious.’

Dismissing the human vacuum, Harry turned his thoughts to the others and how they were reacting to his small bit of information. The twins looked up to Harry and having more pranksters would make things interesting, and it was not as if they were as stupid as Ron especially when it came to women as their friendship and partial attempts to date Angelina and Alicia proved, but there was something about his words that struck them as a warning. They had some common sense or as much as magically raised seemed capable of having, but the girls did seem prone to ensure that remained the case. Katie was friends with Dora and rather cute as she was, and as much as recruiting her to be his eyes in their house as Susan and Hannah were his eyes in Hufflepuff was tempting, he didn’t plan to lead things in that direction, but if Katie wished to sound out such things or if her current boyfriend caused issues then Dora might just snatch her up.

Ginny was crushing on him hard from what he could tell, but he had more than enough women on his plate as it was, and he preferred at least some mental maturity and intelligence while her mind was practically shouting things or at least the emotions as his passive Legilimency was barely better than Snape or Dumbledore needing eye contact though anticipating things in combat were different as there were other clues. Harry had warned them tonight with some useful advice, but he suspected that her schoolgirl crush might cause conflict with Alice and Anne though Anne had a short enough attention span to not make things too complicated for her revenges though she was prone to sadistic spats, and Alice was controlled enough to not act on her own too much after the massacre of those rapist bikers.

Anne probably would find someone interesting and bother her as much as she had kept her eyes on those she could play with before. From the descriptions of people they knew, Harry suspected that she would adopt Luna as a friend since Molly had put distance between her and Ginny before this summer even with her relatively recent loss of her mother. Luna sounded like the person Chang would love to pick on so Su might get involved as well, but Harry hoped not to get involved in the situation since Chang had issues as well as her attitude seemed to enrage his very being to want to break her for her earlier slights to him and his women. Every time he saw Chang, Harry didn’t see a beautiful girl on the verge of becoming an exotic gorgeous woman, but instead he saw the sort of petty spiteful brat that was barely better than the trash in Surrey, and he had little care for those worthless bickering scum, while he had spent so much time and effort eventually accepting the responsibility he had been thrust into.

Some are born to lead, some are driven to lead, and some are forced to lead, while Harry accepted that it seemed that he was all three with what he knew now about his family, but he knew that he would need followers or more to the point find a way to keep his already existing minions safe from the three factions already trying to render the small home islands of Britain into their territory utterly. His nature and mindset made Harry feel that he had to show his minions loyalty as he trusted them to be loyal to him, and after spending time with the House of Li, he was left with the whimsy of wishing to have them as a backbone to his own organization, but Harry knew that while he was a Parseltongue like their first Master was there was little chance of him being his heir let alone successor even though they had been explicit that Voldemort was not and never could claim the appellation of their Master, Lord Slytherin. The Minor House of Gaunt was a bastard line cursed with horrible fates for how they had stolen their master’s blood and Harry found he loathed House Malfoy even more for their part in it, but while it was possible that he had blood from Salazar in his veins, Harry would have thought that it would have been revealed when he had been at Gringott's.

As it was, he only knew that his mother was at least a half-blood as his maternal grandfather and Petunia’s father had been a squib, and despite what Dumbledore and others thought, they had different mothers where Petunia’s mother having been muggle, while his maternal grandmother had been either a squib or rendered one through misadventure or such. Either way, he had hoped to have some more minions that were not prone to be slaughtered by Death Eaters or others. It was a shock though that his minions and even the followers he had acquired were through hook or crook either magicals that didn’t go to Hogwarts or the case of the girls in Surrey sufficiently able to have been affected by the ambient magic and more the here number of sacrificial rituals they had done to enable them to be on the path to lower magical abilities enough to be mistaken for squibs yet able to use external magical energy as their reserves would take hard work to grow though never to the point that a Hogwarts or the other school users had for internal energy.

He didn't plan on having that information let out or the Ministry in their wisdom would sanction his people with his head on a pike and them also similarly dealt with more thoroughly than they did the odd werewolf. The number of magical practitioners was smaller than they thought outside of their control, but they lacked the intelligence to realize that there was more outside their notions than they believed. The band of lesser undead vampires he had used to charge his bloodstone enough to grow the splinter to be his current addition to his focus was one such example though he felt little concern for the magical vampires he had dealt with in the past. The so called master vampire he had slaughtered in Knockturn to create it in the first place had not been the nicest of sorts and he had centuries on him, but he did learn that expanding his bloodstone required sacrifice of a vampire at least a century old or a sufficient number of people to craft a Philosopher’s Stone.

Even Molly blathering on with the rest of the family would be offended by what he had been doing, and the Prewitt Family had like the rest of the old magical families done horrible things even those with a more tolerant view had treated their inferiors in power as animals, which seemed to be the norm for the human existence as well as other sentient races. Still her voice made him tempted to stand up from the table draw his staff and have it at point blank range while using a rather massively destructive spell that would create localized tremors if it landed. His addition was already starting to make it more capable of handling higher levels of his magic without frying and if that was not enough the staff form allowed for the drawing of ambient energies amongst other things to boost even more though it required a larger capacity to initialize it. If Ronald tried to use one, he would be dead or pretty close from the drain as while he had the minimum levels to attend Hogwarts he had neither the control nor the discipline not to leave him sick.

‘It was somewhat depressing that the boy had only his skills in chess to stand out, and it was not as if that would make him a strategic or tactical genius, but it did show that he could plan things a bit for fixed possibilities, while Ronald did seem to fail at life,’ Harry thought as he settled back to continue listening to the family discussing things even as Molly seemed to resume her browbeating of her brood including Arthur though she refrained after starting to wind up to tell him what to do. ‘Still I have the feeling that Molly will need an eye to keep her from reverting too much, but at least she isn’t broadcasting her fantasies about either my father or godfather as it seems she had a bit of a gold digger mindset to get up in the world. If Ginny follows her example, I believe she would be called the school broom for how many people had her for rides though with her groupie leanings, Ginny would probably consider it practice in a few years to best experienced to pleasure me if she is not given a swift punch to the cunt by any of my women though Alice would probably see if she could dry fist her for the nerve of thinking along those lines. Those two are not going to get along and Hermione would feel the submissive urges she has even though Molly seems to believe that a twisted feminism is how things is done where the wife stays at home commanding the house while the man works, which is different from what I know most do. I would never force my ladies to do that though if they want to be house mothers I have no problem with that as long as they have something they do to stay out of mischief and avoid using their children to vicariously live again.’

Listening to their squabbling somewhat friendly between the family, Harry felt a bit sad at what he had no real memories about outside of that night, but his mind had locked so much away as much as Lily had lost her memories for the moment though some were being recovered in a revers manner showing some of her past before she met Snape when the two half-sisters had been close. Her past after she met the ass were fractured and disjoined memories though it seemed that Petunia had not been the most proper of girls growing up and Harry had a hard time associating the two images of how cute little Petty looked with the almost caricature that Petunia described in mind and body, but he had time enough as his reading of the law left him almost trapped at Hogwarts short of transferring to an accredited school to maintain his holdings and keep meddling asses from interfering. The smaller schools from his investigation only went to OWL level with NEWTS not being as required for the entry-level jobs unless you were muggleborn.

He was well aware that he would have to go over the dossiers for his growing empire, but to be honest he was wondering what Penny had been up to since he had believed the woman would have contacted him before this point. Still it was possible that messages had been sent when he was at the Flamels and visiting Su after that though he should have suspected that there was owl repelling if not just filtering wards at both locations keeping him out of touch. He suspected that Penny would contact Kayla and that woman would be interesting to meet from what Sarah said though Kim also had been crowing the morning after for one upping her lucky bitch of a friend who spent more hours of her job testing sex toys and helping young ladies learn their bodies along with providing toys to help frustrated housewives some solo release. Staying at the Weasleys where he could feel their wards were almost subpar if he hadn’t felt the refreshing most likely from Bill as the twins said he preferred to the William that Molly used would have him probably more easily accessible.

Hermione was planning to surprise him when they went shopping as he knew from their earlier talk while she had watched his toying with Tammy as she had worked herself to a frothing orgasm, and Harry couldn’t fault her as he hadn’t taken the time to drag her and his pets to get proper wands, but as his hand toyed with his ring formed focus, he was well aware that he had a way to go if his minor gift for precognition held out. Voldemort, the Ministry and even Dumbledore were small fish compared to what threats he was not aware of as completely, and even Malfoy and his ilk would be trouble if he hadn’t planned to preemptively eradicate them. Lucius had earned his death many times over and what he had done to Cissa made Harry disinclined to make it a quick or pleasant death despite the urge to be the better man to appease his more enlightened lovers.

Unfortunately, Hermione and Dora would most likely be blooded before the solstice though part of him wondered about Lockhart and his book signing planned for the day that they were to go shopping. His books were mediocre at best in storytelling and the spells described were wrong especially as the homomorphous charm would have only affected that werewolf if that was their Animagus form, and he had a few ideas in case he ran across werewolves in the future, but his time already made him think that his practicing for his Animagus form would take time as according to both Su and their observations in addition to what his newest slave Nellie had mentioned that his form was not normal or he would likely be able to flood his body with magic and change similarly to how Dora shifted her appearance into his animal form.

As it was, the potion would not work on him due to the companions from what Nellie had said and that it would only show him one of their forms and not his true form. She had been insistent that the connection had gifted them secondary forms though she said his true form had been impossible to grasp thanks to the wings he had manifested during their fight, but she supposed that he would eventually be able to manifest them once more, and the idea of flight under his own power made him giddy more than being free in the air with a broom under him had. Flight was the human dream of freedom as since man first saw birds rise up they have dreamed of similarly defying the order of things in being bound to the ground, and before the book his dreams of the motorcycle that Hagrid had borrowed from Sirius to deliver him to Dumbledore at Privet Drive had been one of the last happy memories he could recall before his rebirth.

It was a bit shocking to realize that when he had used that first ritual he had been reborn with his body purged of the damage the Dursleys had done including the malnutrition, fragile bones and teeth, bordering on scurvy and other damage from their actions that his magic had been drained negating as much as it could. He had the potential, but if Dumbledore’s plan had gone off from what he knew then Harry would have been ignorant on so many things that he could have been robbed blind, his fame used for their benefit, and probably contracted to the somewhat shy at the moment girl who he hoped would not end up in personality or appearance like Molly who had let herself go considerably since her time as the school broom. Molly had been one of the few women his somewhat playboy godfather would have been reluctant to fuck with a stolen dick as rumor had her considered loose in both meanings by centaurs.

Still as he made his way to where he would be sleeping, Harry was grateful not to be rooming with Ronald in his all orange room on the fifth floor off the ground just below the ghoul living in the attic, but he was with the Twins who were oddly right above their sister’s room though the walls and floors were sufficiently silenced for sleep though the explosions of their pranks could be heard even with the door closed, while he doubted that they would be heard if they were with their sort of girlfriends and they were vocal about their appreciation. The window was facing elsewhere than the back of the house and thankfully, not the front or their experiments of both sorts would possibly be more easily noticed. If he hadn’t been introduced to Gryffindor’s chasers though not really friends with them, Harry would have added more variety to their porn collection, but it was disappointing how almost classic their risqué seemed with it barely being as shocking as the older magazines that Sirius had left before his illegal incarceration, which Harry saw similar enough in France though not the full frontal that some beaches had.

As he cast his habitual charms for when in strange places, Harry went to sleep without having to be bothered by the twins’ dreams though he hoped his aura wouldn’t accentuate their dreams too much with unimaginably interesting things they could get up to with their slowly becoming more than friends lovers. Sadly, Harry forgot that a young girl on the cusp of her awakening was sleeping well within what his Surrey women had deemed his aura of allure, but as Molly had her doped with lust preventing things to keep her from becoming the same wanton slut she had been, it was reduced to her mind trying to recall the Obliviated awkward encounters with her parents less active sex life before moving back to her typical daydreams about Harry before pressing into the areas her mind was oblivious or ignorant about. His sleep was resistant at first as he had become used to the warmth and scent of the joyous pleasure saturating him and the snuggling of those same lovelies against his bare flesh, but it would have been worse if he had not listened to Hermione and driven Tammy into the ground sating both of their demanding libidos. The following nights would probably not be any better until he could feel, see and taste his women again, but Harry knew he had been almost acting like an addict taking every opportunity it seemed to fuck them.

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