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Chapter 9 � Sharing a Blanket - and
Harry

Harry was walking down a corridor
� the polished obsidian tiles looked familiar, but the scene lacked detail.� At
the end of the hall was a door.� Walking toward the door and he was disconcerted
because the door seemed to stay just out of his reach.

�It is frustrating isn�t
it?� asked a smooth feminine voice, �Try not trying.�

He stopped.� The door stopped
receding.� �Now what?� he asked.

�Now ask yourself, �why do I need
to know what�s behind that door?��

�It could be something wonderful,
or something . . . unpleasant.�� He said, �Or simply something worth knowing.�

�Something or someone wants
you to go through that door,� the voice said.� �But do you truly want to?� What
do you want, baby, more than anything in the world?�

Hearing that familiar phrase
Harry spun to see the owner of the voice.� �I know you!�

A slender golden haired goddess
stepped out of the shadows; in her bare feet she stood almost as tall as Harry.�
She wore a short cloak, also honey-gold, that stopped at mid thigh.� Harry was
drawn to her long athletic legs.� A thick circlet of what appeared to be amber
wreathed her head.� She followed his gaze and showed a bit more leg and smiled
seductively.� This deity radiated power and desire and mischief.

He realized he was staring and,
embarrassed, he dropped to one knee with a deferential, �Majesty.�

The goddess laughed and said,
�Close, my child, but not quite.�

Harry, still kneeling, looked up
and asked, �Mum?�

�You are one of mine, but Lily
Evans and I are separated by seventy-six generations � I trust you understand
the significance of that.�

Not for the first time the
inexplicable knowledge sprang into focus and he said, �I�m the seventy-seventh
generation?� Eleven times seven, both significant magical and mundane numbers �
prime numbers,� Harry looked confused for a moment and thought, where in Hel
did I get that?

�Didn�t I say he was clever?�

Harry looked around for the new
voice and recognized Lady Helena.� �Helena?�

The Ravenclaw specter smiled and
said, �Goddesses and ghosts can interact with mortals in their dreams, Harry.�
Let me introduce your ancestress, the Goddess Astarte.�

�Goddess.� Harry said,
respectfully and bowed low.� �How may I serve you?�

�You can start, my child, by
giving us a kiss.�

Startled Harry stood and walked
to his ancestress to give her a familial kiss on the cheek � imagine his
surprise when she put a fair hand on each side of his head and kissed him full
on the lips, deeply, sensuously, lovingly.� She tangled her fingers in his
unruly dark locks then trailed her long nails down his back to cup his
buttocks, one in each hand.

Harry didn�t know what to do with
his hands so the goddess guided them under her cloak and placed them on her
nicely rounded bum.

That was when he realized the
Astarte was comfortable under her cloak � very comfortable.� And completely
naked.

They held the kiss for a long
time, each exploring the other�s body under their robes.� Harry loved the feel
of the goddess�s tail protruding from the base of her spine and trailing down
her leg.� He was pleasantly surprised when she used that same prehensile tail
to wrap around his thigh and push against his growing erection.

After an age they broke the kiss.

�Wow!� he said.

�Wow, yourself, young one.� That
was good to feel after so long in the between-lands.�� Sensing that Harry was
about to ask about the between-places she said, �It�s a world, other than this
one, where I and those of my kind keep an eye on the mortal realms.�

Satisfied with her brief
explanation Harry asked the next question on his mind, �Why have you been in my
dreams so much lately?�

�You are direct, Harry, I admire
that.�

Harry raised his eyebrows as if
to say, �Go on.�

�I�ve been blocking Tom Riddle�s
access to your mind, every time he tries to invade your thoughts I give you
more pleasant things to think about.�

�So, you�re the goddess of, what,
erotic dreams?�

�Amongst other things, yes!� she
said, brightly.

�Are you also responsible for the
coven?�

�Let�s just say I�m a willing
tool of prophesy.�

�Okay, you lost me there.�

Helena intervened, �Perhaps if we tell him the
prophecies?�

Astarte nodded, �Harry, just
before you were born a seer prophesized about you.�

�The one with the power to vanquish the Dark
Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the
seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will
have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the
other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power
to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ...�

Harry made the connection
immediately � marked as his equal � he reached up and touched the lightning
bolt scar.� Neither can live while the other survives.� He must kill Voldemort
or die by his hand.� This just gets better and better.� What is the power that
the Dork Lord knows not?�

�That�s what Riddle is after,
Harry.� He wants the prophesy.� He thinks it will tell him what the unknowable
power is.�

�Is that what the Order is
guarding?� A goddamn prophesy?� Isn�t there some kind of public record of
prophesies somewhere?�

Astarte smiled, �In the
department of mysteries, Harry.�

�The door!� I saw a door like
that when I was tried by the Wizengamot!� I need to tell Dumbledore.�

Helena shook her head, Harry looked at Astarte, who
said, �Who do you think the prophesy was made to in the first place?�

�Oh shite, please don�t tell me .
. .�

�Yes, Harry.� Albus Dumbledore.�

�But it gets better,� Helena said, with relish, �there�s been another prophesy � and Dumasadoor was nowhere
around when it was made.�

The scene changed and Harry found
himself in an unfamiliar room.

Lady Helena described the scene.�
�Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Trelawney were the last ones in the
conference room following a particularly tedious faculty meeting.� Sybil, who,
by the way, conveyed the first prophesy, went into a seer�s trance.� Minerva
and Filius, recognizing what was happening cast privacy spells around the room
and carefully recorded what Trelawney said.

�The one with the power to defeat
the Dark Lord is come.� He will wield power that the Dark Lord knows not.� The
weeping virgin shall forsake her afterlife to walk again amongst the living.�
The Lady of the Loch shall surrender her age so that she may with him grow
old.� One and twenty maidens shall take up their shields and together they will
destroy magic in order to save it.� The one with the power to defeat the Dark
Lord is come. . .�

Harry found himself walking with
the ladies on the pathway around the lake.� �Oh . . . my . . . gawd, I mean
goddess!�

�You see, don�t you, Harry?�

He nodded, �The coven, Myrtle
alive again, is Myrtle the one who grows old with me?�

�That�s one interpretation . . .�

�Hush, Helena, let him find out
on his own.� That�s half the fun.�

Lady Helena smiled and agreed.

�In the meantime, Goddess, what
do I do with twenty-one maidens?�

�That part should be obvious,
Harry. �Choose those who will be your inner circle, claim and bind them to your
magic.� Then all those who follow your banner will need to be trained in
combat.�

�But if I teach them to fight
then they�ll get hurt, maybe killed in battles to come.�

Astarte nodded, �Yes, that�s a
real possibility.� But if you don�t teach them to fight, to defend
themselves and each other, then they will all die - horribly.� Would you
consign them to the �mercies� of a mob of death eaters?�

�Goddess, will you help me?�

�On one condition.�

�Name it!�

�Call me Astarte.�

He reached out his hand to clasp
hers and said, �Glad to meet you Astarte, I�m Harry.�

She chuckled and pulled him into
another tonsil probing kiss.� She looked a bit dazed when they finally
separated, �Now I remember how I got so caught up in the mortal realm in the
first place. . .�

Astarte drew him into a fierce
embrace enfolding Harry in her arms, her wings, and even wrapping her tail
around his upper thigh.� The way she stroked his back while holding him made
him purr with pleasure.

�There�s something I have to tell
you, Harry.�

�Um-hum.�

�I�ve, um, well through your
mother, Lily, that is. . .�

�Goddess, please just tell me.�

�Well, I�ve �nudged� your libido,
just a bit.�

�That explains why I accepted
Myrtle and Hermione so quickly, but why just a little?�

�Well, you are a teenaged
boy, it�s not like it took a lot of effort � but I have made you more accepting
of the idea of polyamory.� It�s the one thing I can do to make sure you and
those you love survive the battles to come.�

�I�ve been watching you since you
arrived at Hogwarts.� I�ve learned you hate manipulation, and I�ll remove the
charm if you want. . .�

Harry looked into the goddess�s
emerald green eyes and saw in them such openness, so much honest concern and .
. . love.

�Your charm has given me more
love in a week than I�d ever hoped to see in twenty lifetimes, no goddess,
don�t change a thing.�

They kissed, tenderly.

Helena touched his shoulder, �Harry, when you go
back to your room tonight find �Majiks Moste Darke� on my bookshelf � the
password to unlock it is �Merlin�s Bollocks�.�

Harry looked at Astarte and
Helena and asked, �How much longer before I wake?�

The goddess knelt before Harry
and waved his cloak aside, smiled and said, �Long enough!�

Harry woke to the unmistakable
feeling of his trousers around his ankles and a soft feminine mouth on his
cock.

�Oh, Myrtle, I love you!� he
said, groaning.

�I love you too, Harry.� she
answered with a knowing grin.

�Um, Hermione?�

�Present!�

He lifted his head and saw and
felt Millicent doing a wonderful job making his throbbing knob happy.� She was
kneeling, her knees near Harry�s shoulders, and had one hand around the base of
his cock, stroking expertly.� He was sure Myrtle was responsible for that, her
other hand moved inside her skirt front, apparently searching for something.

Harry scooched around and stuck
his head under Millie�s skirt.

�Damn,� he thought, �does anyone
wear knickers around here?�

He nudged her knees farther apart
to give himself unfettered access to her quim, lifted his head and touched her
engorged clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

Millie�s head popped up and she
made a little squeaking sound, followed by a long, low moan.

�Oh yes, Harry, that the spot,
oh, oh . . .�

Myrtle and Hermione both looked
at Susan and said, simultaneously, �Wait for it.�

Harry was happily lapping
Millie�s folds enjoying the taste and texture of the large but perfectly
proportioned girl then decided it was her turn to come.� He pushed his tongue
as far as he could into her eager snatch and cried, �One Ring to rule them
all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind
them!�

Millicent didn�t scream, she shuddered
violently, let loose a torrent of joy-juice and passed out.

Harry, with the help of the other
girls, turned Millie over onto her back and gratefully accepted a transfigured
towel as he was covered from hairline to neck in succulent girl gooey.� He made
sure Millicent was all right before falling on his back laughing at the
absurdity of it all.

He had to do more than accept the
coven, he had to train his ladies, and he had to lead them into battle.� He
vowed at that moment that he would die before he�d let any of them get hurt if
he could at all help it.

�H-Harry?�

He opened his eyes to see Susan
looking down at him, practically vibrating with anticipation.

He smiled and opened his arms �
she leapt on him, rolled over on her back taking him with her - wrapped her
arms and legs around him and ground her pubes hungrily against his.

�Shhhhh, shhhhh, easy Suzie, calm
down.� I�m not going anywhere and we have all the time in the world - we can
take it slow.�

He stroked her hair and murmured
sweet, calming, loving words over and over until her eyes regained their focus.

�Oh Harry, if you only knew how
long I�ve been waiting for you, wanting you to want me.� I would be happy just
to serve you as a hand maiden, but to love you and know that you love me?� I
could die happy.�

Harry leaned down to kiss her
tenderly.� They broke the kiss and Susan slowly unbuttoned her starched white
school uniform blouse to reveal her beautifully formed breasts - held as if by
magic by a barely-there emerald green bra.� He leaned down to nuzzle her
soft-yet-firm globes and she purred, �Some people say they�re my best feature.�

Harry kissed one breast, then the
other and said, �Well, they�re wrong then.� Your best feature is one they can�t
see.�

Susan blushed and said, �How
could you know that, Harry?� You haven�t been in my knickers - yet.�

He smiled and said, �That�s not
what I meant.�� He placed his hand to the left of her sternum and said, �This.�
This is your best feature, your great capacity for love, and loyalty.� It�s how
I know I�ll be happy to spend the rest of my life with you.�

Harry kissed her again, with more
passion this time and she pushed against his chest.

�I know you can reduce me to a
quivering puddle of goo, but please, just this once, take me.� Make me your
woman for now and always.�

He looked to Myrtle for
guidance.� She smiled and nodded, whispering, �Just go slow at first � she
really doesn�t know what she�s in for.�

Harry sat back on his knees and
pushed Susan�s skirt up her thighs, past her high-waist French-cut pants.� They
were emerald green to match her bra, the gusset was saturated.� He hooked the
elastic waistband and drew them slowly, sensuously over her thighs, knees,
calves and feet.� After he�d tossed her knickers aside she leaned up on her
elbows and gave him the same predatory look that all the girls of the coven had
given him at lunchtime.

She placed her feet flat on the
ground and spread her knees so that her glistening folds opened for him like a
flower�s petals.� Her sparse pubic hair matched the auburn hair on her head
perfectly.� At that moment she was the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen.

He knee-walked to her wide-spread
thighs and rubbed the bulbous head of his cock up and down her eager entrance �
she was as wet as she could possibly be, so much so that her excess lubricant
flowed down over her puckered anal bud.

Harry eased his bulbous glans
into Susan�s folds � her outer lips closed in behind its head.� Harry felt her
hymen and knew it was more resistant, thicker perhaps, than Myrtle�s or
Hermione�s had been.� He looked to Myrtle, a little panicked.

�Susie, luv, I don�t want to hurt
you . . . maybe we can . . .�

Before Harry could say the word
�wait� Susan bucked hard against his rampant cock and hissed in pain.

He didn�t pull out; neither did
he push further in.� He was horrified that he had hurt her.� It didn�t matter
to him that she�d impaled herself, it was his cock after all.� Trying his best
to keep from hurting her any more he carefully rolled onto his side, taking the
auburn haired Hufflepuff with him.

�I�m sorry, so, so sorry, Susan.�
I never wanted to hurt you, I love you so much.�

�W-worth it, then.� She
squeaked.� Then looked Harry in the eye and said, �A little fleeting pain is
worth it, I�d do it again, everyday, just to hear you say you love me,
everyday.�

Tears coursed down Harry�s face �
he knew what she meant � he found he did love her, he loved all his ladies.�
Wait, when did they become ladies?� When they pledged themselves to him they
became ladies, his ladies.� Girl is a word used to describe witches and other lasses
who haven�t made life-altering decisions.� He had ladies.� Twenty-one ladies.�
Whether he made love to them all or not, didn�t matter, they were still his and
he would care for them.� All of them.

�Harry?� Susan asked, �Do you
want to keep going?�

�More than anything, luv, but
lets just stay like this for a while so you can get used to having me inside
you.� He looked to Myrtle for her approval and she gave him a smile and two
thumbs up.

Hermione whispered something to
Myrtle who slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand, �I can�t believe I
didn�t think of that!� It just wasn�t an issue with Harry and me.�

�Me either.� Hermione added.

�What?� Harry asked.

Hermione said, sympathetically,
�You�ll have to pull out, Harry.�

Susan gripped him tighter and
whimpered, �No, I wanna have him stay.�

Myrtle gently moved Susan's hair
out of her eyes, �What if I told you it would stop hurting and you could have
Harry all the way inside you, without hurting, much, much sooner?�

The redhead�s eyes went wide and
she grimaced as she pulled painfully away from Harry�s unflagging cock.� There
was a red ring encircling his member which Hermione cleaned with a mild �turgio�
charm.

�Harry, place your hand over
Susan�s vulva, index finger to the left, ring finger to the right and middle
finger right on the cleft, yes, just like that.� This is a very specific
healing spell, it�s for witches, but it�s always most effective when performed
by a wizard, especially one who loves her.

�I need you to imagine the
membrane, you�ve seen it, imagine it all torn and red and bleeding.� You�re
going to use your magic to heal the raw edges.� See Susan in your mind as
completely healed.�

�Won�t that restore her hymen?�

Myrtle smiled, �Good question, it
will if that is your intent.� Remember, above all else, magic is about what the
witch or wizard intends.

�The incantation is vagina
curatia sum.�

Harry poured all his love and
concern into the spell and Susan jumped a bit and said, �It tingles!�

�How do you feel?� Harry asked,
solicitously.

�A bit sore, just a bit.�

Myrtle whispered in Harry�s ear,
�The spell cleans as well as heals.�

He looked at her quizzically.

�So kiss it and make it better!�

�Ahhhhhh!� He said, and, rubbing
his hands together in glee he told Susan, �Lie back sweetheart, daddy�s gonna
make it all better.�

She lay back and Harry gently
kissed her outer lips, before using the tip of his tongue to caress her inner
folds then started reciting the runes,� �Fetch, ur, thorn, asc, sen, gebo
. . .� Susan jumped and whimpered, she liked gebo.

�Gebo, gebo, gebogebogebo,
Geeeeeeh � Boh � oh � oh!�

Susan shrieked, bowed her back,
grabbed two handfuls of Harry�s hair and tried to force as much of his magic
tongue inside her as possible.� He gamely kept on task, determined to give her
the ride of her life.

Hermione couldn�t help but burst
out laughing.

�What?� Myrtle asked.

�H-How does a girl hold her
liquor?�

Myrtle shrugged, and then
remembered the old joke from her school days, �By his ears!�

Myrtle and Hermione fell over
laughing until tears ran down both their cheeks.� When they finally composed
themselves they cuddled with Millicent who dozed on, with an indelible grin
plastered on her face.
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