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Harriline Potter, Mistress of the Nine	By : Kittfox7 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 90277 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 14
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. I am simply borrowing it all to have myself a bit of perverted fun. I am making no money off of this.

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Story stars a hermaphrodite Harry and a harem. Codes are included in story description.

Fifteen year old Harry Potter tossed and turned in his bed, located high in Gryffindor tower at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been only a matter of days since the debacle at the Department of Mysteries where his long time nemesis Lord Voldemort had revealed himself to the world at large. That had also been the night Harry had lost his godfather, Sirius Black to the man's own demented cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. His fists clenched and unclenched at the warring emotions in his mind, until he finally decided to take a walk, to go somewhere else and think.

Quickly retrieving his trusty invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map from his trunk, he effortlessly slips from his dormitory and begins wandering the halls of the ancient castle. He realizes he needs somewhere to sit and think, somewhere he won't be disturbed, but can't think of anywhere, until a thought strikes him and he rushes for the second floor, specifically to a barely used girls bathroom. Ignoring the confused questions from the room's resident ghost, Moaning Myrtle, he speaks to the tap in Parseltongue and hops down the entrance that appears. After quickly clearing away the rubble in the entrance tunnel, he makes his way into the silent Chamber of Secrets, the amazingly well preserved corpse of the basilisk he'd killed three years ago still draped across the stone platform. The teen sits on the ground with his back to the once deadly serpent. He sits and thinks on his situation, but quickly becomes bored and starts singing softly to himself in Parseltongue, deciding to hear what various songs sound like in the hissing language.

"Every night I say a prayer

In the hopes that there's a Heaven

And everyday I'm more confused

As the saints turn into sinners

All the heroes and legends

I knew as a child have fallen to idols of clay

And I feel this empty place inside

So afraid that I've lost my faith

Show me the way..."

His serpentine rendition of Styx is cut off by motion off to his right and he shoots to his feet, expecting an attack, but relaxes his grip on his wand somewhat as he sees it's merely a hidden door opening. Years of being attacked in seemingly safe places causes him to remain ready for action as he carefuly walks through the ornate archway. What he finds on the other side surprises him. It's a comfortable living area, with a few shelves and tables off to one side holding various objects, a fairly enormous bed, and a door leading to an elaborate bathroom to his right. The entire room is done up tastefully in dark colours, with deep green and violet accents. As he reaches the center of the room, he returns to battle stance as a ghostly figure appears before him. The figure is an old man in plain black robes, with a silver medallion around his neck, with a bald head and long beard. It's the same man as the enormous statue in the main chamber; Salazar Slytherin.

"Finally. It's taken far too long for someone worthy to find this chamber." The old man's ghost breathes with a huff. This leaves our hero stuttering briefly before speaking up.

"I'm not the first to find it, 50 years ago a man by the name of..."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, yes I know. That young fool thinks the only reason I constructed this chamber was to house a basilisk? Why would I do that?! The basilisk is a guardian."

"A guardian?...What's it guarding, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Why, this room of course!", the ghost gestures around himself with one hand. "This room holds the many artifacts and other items of interest I accumulated over my life. To think that young upstart now calls himself my heir, the nerve of him! He is no heir of mine!"

"Because he's a half-blood?"

"NO!! Because he's an idiot! I keep track of everything that happens in this castle, and from what I've learned, the boy is due for a downfall. If I had a body, I'd go do it myself, but I can't leave this room, really.", the founder looks thoughtful for a moment then smiles in an almost mischievous way. "Say, you fight him, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. With everything I have in here, that should be easy. You might have to embrace the darkness within to some extent, but that's never a bad thing."

"The darkness within? Come again?"

"You know; lust, wrath, greed, all of that rot. Let me help you, and Voldemort doesn't stand a chance."

Harry thought about this for a moment, considering actually thinking about himself as well as those around him, and he had to admit, it didn't sound too bad. With a small smile and a nod, the Boy-Who-Lived accepted the help of the most infamous of the Hogwarts Four, seating himself on the bed to await instructions.

“Now, boy, the first thing we need to do is rid you of those blocks on your core. You're useless if you can't even bring all of your own power to bear and trying to use some of these artifacts would kill you. ”

“Blocks? There are blocks on me?”

“Yes, some magical, some mental, and some natural, it would seem. The only way I can remove them is to give you this, but be warned, you might not be the same person after you put it on. ”, the man points to an elaborate platinum pendant with a smooth opal stone. “It's the Amulet of Soul's True Form. It will turn you in to what you would have been if nothing had ever affected you. The effects are unknown from person to person, and irreversible. ”, Harry mentally debates for a moment, but decides that if this would give him a better chance against Voldemort, we would do it. He takes the amulet and slips it around his scrawny neck, then doubles over as a great pain shoots through his being. It feels as though he is being pulled in every direction, twisted and warped. He manages to make his way to the bed and collapses down onto it, soon pasing out. He awakes to find the impassive face of Slytherin looking down at him and very strange feelings all over.

“Hm, it would appear your parents really wanted a normal boy. I hadn't foreseen this. ”

“What do you mean...”, Harry cuts himself off by clapping his hands to his mouth. The face that had issued from his throat hadn't been his usual rough, slightly raspy alto. It was instead a breathy, silky purr of a feminine contralto. His head shot up and he looked over his...her body, quickly noting the large lumps on her torso blocking much of the view. She shoots out of bed and conjures a mirror to observe herself. She can't see much of her figure through the concealing uniform and is about to strip before turning to the founder. “Bit of privacy, please?”, Salazar nods and drifts out of the room, into the bathroom.

She quickly peels off her uniform, leaving her in her boxers, which sit rather low on her hips. Her eyes are first drawn to her new breasts which sit high, firm and proud on her chest, more than ample and capped with puffy pink nipples. She hefts the large orbs, marveling at their weight and sensitivity. From there her hands drift down to her midriff feeling her tummy and sides, all perfectly toned to the point where the lithe muscle beneath the flesh is visible when she breathes in. Her hands drift lower and she adopts a look of shock, hands diving into her boxers to verify her fears, but she is relieved to feel her oldest friend where it belong, with a few extra inches actually, but below it, she can feel the puffy opening to her new sex. She strips off the undergarments and kicks them away, leaving her entirely bare. Her shaft has, indeed, grown from the rather pathetic specimen she'd had before, to a size guaranteed to please both her and her partner; it hides her new vagina when soft. Looking at her is having the expected effect, and she doesn't remain soft for long. Her organ is soon hard as steel and she attempts to measure it, holding her wand along it, noting with immense satisfaction that it is a little over an inch shorter, so nearly 10 inches, compared to the 4 she'd had before. Not bothering to take care of her erection at the moment, she continues to examine herself. Her entire body has the same level of muscle tone as her stomach, looking like a runner, or star Quidditch player, with every muscle group visible beneath the skin when she moves them, just perfect. Speaking of her skin, it too is nearly flawless; not as pale as she'd once been, but not dark. It possesses a healthy glow and she notices that all of her scars are gone, from the basilisk bite, to the dragon attack to... Her eyes snap up to her forehead and she smiles sardonically at the notable absence of her most famous feature. She turns around to get a good look at her ass, nodding in pleasure at the wonderful booty she'd developed, not large, but perfectly proportioned and just the right mix of firm and cushy. To see her ass, she'd had to push her hair out of the way, apparently removing the effects of anything that had ever affected her had included scissors; her hair reaches her knees. The raven tresses cascade down her body like liquid midnight, still messy, but instead of being untamable like before, it simply gives the appearance of having recently been involved in a roll in the hay. Finally, she arrives at her face. The face is fairly recognizable, but barely as her, she has her mother's face, with her father's chin and cheekbones, and those same shocking green eyes seem to almost glow out from the mirror. All in all, she is very nearly the ideal of feminine beauty, aside from the masculine member between her legs, but she's happy to still have that. She quickly tosses her robes back on, then calls for Slytherin to come back out.

“I must say, you are an extremely attractive young woman. You sort of remind me of Rowena in her prime.”

“Well, almost woman. ”

“Oh?”

“I still have...you know...”, the ancient man laughs.

“Oh, a hermaphrodite, eh? Don't worry, not as rare as you think in the magical world, but when most parents find out, they instinctively wish for their unborn child to be one gender or the other, and their magic naturally takes care of the rest. Oh, and you might not have noticed, but you seem to be taller, too.”

“Really? Huh...Anyway, I'm stronger now?”

“Most definitely, I can feel it. Most of these objects won't do you too much good, but there are two...three if you don't mind going a bit darker...Which I don't think will be too much of a problem, from what I've gleaned from your mind. You're right on the edge of light and dark. Remember, dark does not necessarily mean evil. ”

“I'll keep that in mind. So, what do you have for me. ”, she asks, feeling vaguely like James Bond asking Q about gadgets.

“The first is the Hand of Ra. ”, he gestures to a strange glove, made of a gold framework, leaving most of the hand bare and with a oval purple gem set into the palm. “It is a gray artifact that gives certain control over others magical core. You can siphon off other's powers, increase them or even, with enough power, render a magical person non-magical. It will also take the place of your wand as your altered magical signature has probably made your old wand unsuitable for you.” Harry nods and slips the glove on, observing how it fits so well and how the gem begins to glow once it is on.

“Next is the Mind Guard Stones. These earrings will protect your mind against all intrusion. If someone tries to get in or in any other way affect your mind, you will know, and have the ability to turn it back on them, to rather unpleasant results. ”, Harry takes the simple diamond earrings, pushing them through his earlobes, which the magical earrings pierce without pain or blood. ”

“Finally, we have the most powerful object I've collected; The Belt of Jadis and the Collars of the Nine. ” He points to a darksteel belt, consisting of nine connected rings, each with a gem in the middle; star ruby, fire opal, golden tiger's eye, malachite, lapis lazuli, charoite, rhodonite, hematite and jasper. With each stone a different colour, the belt is very visually appealing. Next to the belt are nine collars, all ornate and made from darksteel, with something akin to nametags on each one, the tag on each being made from a different material; Insight is on the star ruby tag, Cunning on fire opal, Grace on tiger's eye, Celerity on malachite, Wisdom on lapis, Intellect on jasper, Charisma on rhodonite, Perception on hematite and Will on jasper.

“These objects are very old, they were created by an ancient witch by the name of Jadis. Quite simply, the wearer of the belt is the master, and the wearers of the collars the slaves. The master receives a boost to magical power, health and physical abilities from each slave, as well as receiving a copy of the mental ability written on the specific collar. The slaves are unable to disobey any order from the master, and being too far away makes them uncomfortable.”

“So, if I were to convince a girl to wear the...insight collar, I'd be as insightful as her, be able to order her around and receive a power boost.”

“Yes, mostly, but you don't have to convince, you can hold her down and force it around her throat if you like, as long as the collar gets on there, you've got her. Only the master can remove the collars. If you could collar 9 slaves, my so called heir would be dead more quickly than an undersized shirt on Helga.”

“Huh? What's that about Helga Hufflepuff?”

“She had this problem of wearing clothing a size or two too small, and she was a very buxom woman...”

“Oh. So, this belt and these collars could make me theoretically unstoppable.”

“Yes, Jadis completed them, but only got three slaves before a rival poisoned her food. They might make you the most powerful spellcaster in history.” Harry contemplates this for several minutes, then a strange smile coves her features and she attaches the belt around her waist, letting it drape low on her wide hips.

“Alright then, I guess it's time for me to find some girls. I'm sick of being controlled, I'm making my own path. Look out world, here comes Harriline Potter, Mistress of the Nine!”

Song: Show me the Way by Styx (1990 A&M Records)
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