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Droit de seigneur	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 35865 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A/N: Parsletounge is: “talking”

Colin knocked on the front door. He ignored the creeping vines stretching towards him from under the porch. A muggle wouldn’t see it so he pretended to be unable. The scarf itched but Colin didn’t fidget.

The boy scout uniform was Denis’ idea and it worked like a charm. When the door finally opened it was only enough to show the home owner but not the magical interior.

“What do you want boy?” The woman sneered. Trusting Denis to snap the photo, Colin opened his box of candy. “One pound each ma’am”

She slammed the door shut in his face but Colin was undaunted. He shrugged and nearly skipped back to Denis’s hiding spot across the lane.

“Did you get it?”

Denis beamed, “Yep, I even got one before she knew you were a muggle so her face isn’t all scrunched up in disgust.”

“Harry will be pleased,” Colin rewarded his brother, who squirmed in delight. More than half the pictures they took the first few months were ruined by a witch or wizards’ unflattering expression once they realized a muggle was on their stoop.

They apparated to an alley near Privit Drive and updated their catalogue with the last easily accessible witch's photo.

The remainders were purebloods who lived in heavily warded places and didn’t enter the magical population often or migrated to Europe after graduating from another school. Even muggle-borns forced into muggle London by prejudice in search of jobs had been found and catalogued. Hopefully these other families would be supplied by Lucius Malfoy as he completed his ongoing task.

Still, locating and photographing every English witch and wizard was a monumental task that took nearly two years of research to complete even with the assistance of Hermione’s lifted time turner.

Harry opened the back door and let them in. Denis immediately attached himself to Harry’s side. Not speaking, just basking in Harry's touch. The poor boy could only truly handle a short time without his master before he began to go into withdrawal. While the other pets could survive with minimal contact through letters filled with mostly simple and useless orders - such as: do your potions homework over again in Spanish - Denis required special attention to prevent a mental break; like the one he’d almost had at the beginning of that first break.

Colin presented Harry with the leather bound catalogue.

Harry opened it and sat at the kitchen table. Witches and wizards stared out at; him their children, occupation, blood-status, and birth dates listed orderly beneath their magical image. In some cases Colin and Denis had hair or blood gently attached to their pages.

“Excellent pets,” Harry praised. Denis and Colin both blushed and thanked him.

“How many are missing?” Harry asked, trying to get a picture of the power he held in his hands. “I notice you have some purebloods...” most of the images were candid shots in public places.

“We didn’t get all of them. We got names from the Hogwarts graduation records and Chocolate frog cards. St. Mungo’s birth records were easy to get. Still, some we couldn’t find. There’s a list. “Colin pointed to the back pages. “I’m sure there’s British wizards we don’t know about.”

Harry grinned. Oh what magic he could perform with this.

“You’ve done well pets,” harry repeated. “So I'll tell you what I plan to do with this.” Colin settled in at Harry's other leg to listen.

“A wizard’s portrait contains an imprint of their soul. It captures not only their image but a fraction of their essence. Not a true bit of their soul but something vital none the less. Like a picture of the British flag. It’s not actually the flag, but it none the less represents everything the flag is to us.”

Colin blinked, not comprehending. “It’s a complicated bit of philosophy but because a bit of each person is captured by these pictures, and the bits of blood and hair hold even more of each person’s essence,” Harry permitted Colin to kiss him on the hand in reward, “For which I’m especially proud. Because this book contains pieces of the magical population of Brittan, the magic I can work on it will influence everyone subtly at the same time. I can change their thoughts, personalities, preferences. I could make everyone gay, or hate the color red. And the best part is they’ll never know anything changed.”

Harry’s laugh made the Dursleys tremble in fear somewhere deep down where the tattoo on their ankle had left them.

*

Seemingly overnight, Harry Potter mania swept the nation. Where before he was famous for a past deed, now he was recognized in his own right. People flocked to Gringotts to place copies of precious family knowledge and items in a general vault for him. He would need their help to keep them free from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Others found themselves in desperate need to assist Harry Potter in his noble battle against the Dark Lord with more practical measures. They cracked open potions books- most of them not opened since Hogworts - and began brewing potions. In moments of clarity a few willful wizards would wonder where this unknown skill had come from, after-all they were brewing potions that before now required years of study to master. All were unanimously sent to storage location to be delivered to Harry.

Still others found Harry Potter to be their only hope for equality and relief from persecution from both light and dark factions. Werewolves and their families, Vampires, and Dwarves began owling Harry to beg for support and help. He sent them Dobby who found out their pressing needs for Harry and explained that Harry’s true influence wouldn’t manifest until he was of age.

Months later purebloods not devoted to Voldemort realized Harry could return their reputation to them if they played their cards right, and supported him subtly.

Heirless wizards rewrote their wills giving it all to Harry upon their deaths. Some then began reckless behaviors that resulted in early and tragic accidental deaths.

*

Voldemort despised paperwork. He preferred all reports to be done in person so he could read the truth directly from their mind and curse the bearer of bad news. Two of his servants were exempt from this directive: Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape, both because leaving Hogwarts undetected was not an easy task.

The Potter brat had destroyed the vanishing cabinet after their invasion and only now that the euphoria of the Invasion of Hogwarts had passed and Voldemort was back to reading Snape’s dry words did the loss truly vex.

Before Voldemort could work up true anger over this inconveni

ence Evan Rosier entered Voldemort’s throne room and prostrated himself on the stone floor of what had once been Malfoy’s ball room.

“Evan,” Voldemort hissed, “Why do you interrupt me?”

“My Lord,” in Evan’s hand was a coiled roll of papyrus. In his excavations for Gringotts Evan frequently found interesting things to present to the Dark Lord.

A fickle creature Voldemort was sometimes pleased and sometimes not. Due to Evan's recent good fortune - the gift of a truly delectable pair of green eyed dark haired male twins that screamed so deliciously- Voldemort was feeling generous.

“What is it you have found my servant?”

He summoned the papyrus roll from Evan’s hand, not granting permission to stand.

All Egyptian spells were recorded in pictograph form and were frequently incomplete. He was unsurprised to find that while the list of potions ingredients seemed to be complete the manor of creation for the required adornment was fractured and missing.

Voldemort’s Egyptian had been extraordinary at one time but 13 years as a shade had given him little time for practice. It was now rusty. “Explain why you believe this to be of use.” Voldemort commanded knowing Evan would believe it to be a test.

“The ritual calls down the protection of Horus for his Pharaohs. It gave them wisdom and favor as well as notoriety. Each Pharaoh that underwent this ritual was famous. People flocked to serve them.”

Voldemort would get a third opinion but this was his assessment as well. The hieroglyphics were in story form which was impractical and uninstructive.

“The adornment?” it was vital to the ritual. Though Voldemort was loath to mark himself as belonging to anyone, even an ancient god, Horus apparently required it.

“An anklet, my Lord. The Goblins grabbed it but as they’ve no idea what it’s for, I can easily purchase it from them.”

Voldemort quickly crucio’d Evan for losing the artifact but it was only an excuse to remind Rosier of his place. Voldemort held it for mere seconds. “Yes, you will.” He hissed.

“Shall I arrange the potion?” Evan asked when he’d caught his breath.

“No, I'll have Severus do it.” No need to place all his trust in one fallible servant. Lucius would be looking over the Papyrus to prevent any tampering or treasonous attempts. He knew - and encouraged- the internal Death eater power games as it kept their petty minds from any straying thoughts. At the moment Rosier was quickly rising and would soon catch the attention of Barty Jr. and Bellatrix’s. Voldemort awaited the ensuing cruelty.

It was Horus, the god of the Sky, so Lucius pressed for an outdoor ceremony. Rather than expose himself unnecessarily, Voldemort opened Malfoy’s roof. It was expected that servants attend the ritual so Evan, Lucius, and Severus made the preparations while Barty Jr. hovered -just to keep them honest. Voldemort would not lose the protection of Horus due to their ineptitude.

When the time was right, Evan stepped forward to present Voldemort with the anklet.

“Do you accept this gift from us, your servants?” Lucius had explained how Lordship was given in Egypt and Voldemort felt it better if Horus knew him a respected leader.

Still, it was all he could stomach to accept the anklet. He summoned it onto his ankle, unwilling to kneel before his slaves. Then he took the potion Severus handed him, sniffed it and upon finding it as he expected, drank it.

It wasn’t until the world began to white out that Voldemort saw the smug grins of treason on his slaves.

Voldemort awoke from an obviously magical sleep surrounded by enemies. Harry Potter discussed his fate with Dumbledore while their pathetic Order comprised of children watched from a distance.

“Potter! Avada…”

“Silence,” Harry hissed, “Do not use magic.”

Aborted magic always snapped back into place but Voldemort refused to wince.

“Harry?” Dumbledore protested but quieted when Potter glared. The power there had clearly shifted. It pleased Voldemort, but also worried him.

Potter held up a potion, “You’re going to drink this, and then I’ll rule the world.”

*

Hermione

When Snape became headmaster she thought Harry would act like Ron. She told him the news gently, ready with three arguments but Harry only nodded. She thought it was a sign of maturity so she let it go but what had been a growing distance between them and Harry was suddenly a huge rift.

People she didn’t even knew were friendly with Harry were suddenly nodding at him. His rumored harem was unexpectedly no longer a rumor; Luna, Ginny, Neville, Colin, Denis, and even Malfoy softly and gently clamored for his attention. She’d even heard Denis call Harry master once.

Poor Denis had joined Harry’s harem openly in her sixth year and hadn’t spoken to anyone but professors since.

“You’d think with Malfoy as Minister Harry’d be more worried about Voldemort. He’s our only hope now Dumbledore’s dead,” Hermione rambled. “He wouldn’t have gotten it without Amelia Bones’ support which I never thought would happen. Death Eater's killed her family, she hates them. I just don’t understand anything without Dumbledore. Don’t you think its weird Ron?” She asked as Harry stood from the great hall and instantly was surrounded by a throng. He wasn’t sitting with them anymore, hadn’t for weeks. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that students from fifth, sixth, and seventh years and every house were in his harem.

“Yeah, Whatever Harry has on Snape has to be good.”

Hermione blinked at Ron, “What?”

Ron gestured with a cookie at the head table where Snape was avidly following Harry’s exit.

“Snape?” She asked, bewildered.

“We figure it has something to do with Neville.” Seamus confided, leaning forward and putting his elbow in the pie.

“Neville?” She parroted dumbly.

“Yea, he hasn’t said a mean word to Neville all year. Well Harry neither but I’ve seen Neville leaving the Headmasters’ office all alone and he’s smirking…” Dean winked.

“Smirking?” Ron snorted, “Neville?”

“Yea mate,” Seamus finished wiping the pie from his elbow. “He does that sometimes. Fuckin scary it is.”

The four of them fell silent as Harry stopped just at the Great Doors. He turned and smiled. A quick glance at the head table showed Snape toasting them emotionlessly.

“Whatever it is. It’s gotta be good.” Ron echoed.

*

Hermione trudged up the steps to the seventh floor, thankful of the effect the constant stair climbing had on her ass while simultaneously cursing the need. She panted for a moment before saying the password so the fat lady would open.

“…who’s it is?” She heard Harry ask and quickly disillusioned herself. Lately they stopped talking when she came in.

“It’s Colin’s, Pomphrey confirmed it.” The hesitant voice was Ginny’s. More curious, Hermione pressed into the common room. Neville, Colin, and Denis sat around chair containing Harry while Ginny stood, her shirt lifted, showing off a slight bump.

“Congratulations Cunt. You’re a father.”

Hermione failed to stop her surprised gasp. Luckily no one gave any indication they’d heard.

“But Harry,” Ginny protested. “I’d hoped to have your children.”

Harry continued petting Denis’ head in his lap but his other hand twitched. Ginny flinched.

The signs pointed to abuse but Hermione wanted to give her first friend the benefit of the doubt. Ginny was rather melodramatic.

“Tonks is carrying my son.”

Hermione really needed to sit down.

“Besides, the child of a muggleborn and a pureblood will be strong. You know this.”

Ginny nodded dropping her head and her shirt. “If you aren’t prepared to follow me then I can find someone else. Li Su would make beautiful children.”

“NO!” Ginny cried, falling to her knees next to Harry’s chair. She struggled not to displace Denis who was gazing up at Harry with wide adoring eyes. “No Harry. I will follow you. I am your devoted servant.” Tears ran freely down her face and Hermione staggered to a chair.

“Fine. Take care of yourself and the child and don’t question me again,” Harry told her calmly.

“Yes My Lord.” She whispered.

There was a moment of silence where Hermione struggled to control her breathing. How could she have misjudged Harry so badly? How had she missed the signs?

“Master?” Denis whispered from Harry’s thigh.

“Yes baby?”

“Will I be a father?” Harry hummed.

“Yes, but not until you’re older. There’s going to be a rash breakout of teenage pregnancies. I’ll pick someone for you later.” Harry grinned. “We need to increase the magical populace you know.”

Hermione could feel the acidic bile rise in her throat.

“Yours my Lord?” Neville asked his voice calm and cool. Hermione hadn’t ever heard him talk like that until Snape became Headmaster.

Harry laughed, “no. I only need one heir and Tonks is carrying it.”

Ginny whimpered and Harry casually backhanded her. No one but Hermione flinched. They didn’t even look as Ginny picked herself up from the floor.

“You’re trying my patience breeder. Do you want to end up like Susan Bones?”

Colin sighed longingly at Ginny’s stomach but that was the only reaction from the group.

“We’d wait of course Cunt.” Colin smiled and blushed up at Harry.

Holding her mouth closed, Hermione tried to sneak back out the portrait hole. Someone needed to be told, someone needed to know how evil Harry was. He must be possessed by Voldemort.

She didn’t make it.

Luna smiled her spacy smile directly at Hermione even though she was still disillusioned. To sick and too afraid to fight or protest, Luna led Hermione back inside where Harry sat like a king over his slaves.

“You had a lost birdie Master.”

“Is that so?” Harry laughed and cast the counter charm. “Hello Hermione,” he said gleefully. “Goodbye Hermione,” he snarled. “Obliviate.”

*

Hermione stood naked in the center of runic circle of ash. Snape circled her predatorily while Harry and Neville watched.

She gulped down the potion that turned her hair red and eyes green.

“Thank you master. ” Snape breathed to Harry.

“You deserve a reward for Killing Dumbledore. Just get her pregnant. She’ll take care of it. Won’t you whore?”

Hermione nodded, her eyes empty of will. “Yes master Harry. ”

Harry turned in Neville’s arms. The other boy had grown into a large, strong man. “I’m going to rule the world. ” Harry whispered into his Beloved’s chest.

“You already do My Lord. ” Neville whispered back.

An: that's it. The END. I had fun writing this. I know its dark, and I know I don't answer every question but. If you ask me your questions I might put together an epilouge with all the answers.
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