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Chapter 21: Sharing



Harry and Hermione appeared in the entrance hall of Grimmauld Place where they were immediately pounced upon by Myrtle and Ginny respectively. The two essentials with them were pulsing apleasant shade of blue-white.



"Mr. Potter," Myrtle began. "Are we going to make a habit out of this?"



Harry shrugged. "God I hope not."



"Are you okay?" Ginny asked Hermione.



"I was never in any danger."



"I don't know about that," the redhead groused, "some of those incompetents at the ministry are actually capable of producing a patronus y'know."



Hermione smiled and asked,"Harry, would you call prongs please?"



He hesitated. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"



"Trust me."



He pointed his wand down the hallway and shouted "Expecto /Patronum!/"



The golden stag appeared and then walked toward Harry, Hermione and the two essensentials. As Prongs approached the semi-corporeals Harry was taken aback by the similar nature of his patronus and the white wraiths.



"Don't you ever wonder where your patronus comes from?"



"I thought it came from me."



She shook her head, "it comes for/you, but it comes /from the same place as the essensentials."



"How do you know this?"



"Hey, I'm just the parasite here, Noir knows these things."



"So when the patroni disappear, they're really, um?"



"Going back to their own." She finished for him.



"Could this be a way for the essensentials to go home?"



Hermione looked hopeful,"maybe. We just don't know."



Harry's patronus nuzzled one of the white wraiths, who stroked the stag's neck affectionately.



"Um, Prongs?" Harry addressed his avatar, "can you take them home?"



The golden stag nodded. The two essensentials touched his flanks and the three of them faded out together.



Harry and Ginny were stunned,"are they?"



Hermione looked at the space where prongs and her kin had been. "They're home." She whispered.



"Are you sure?" Harry asked.



She smiled. "Oh yes, we're sure."



He felt like a lead weight had settled in his stomach, "does that mean you're leaving?"



"Eventually, but first I have to reach the others, the ones who survived."



"How long will that take?" he asked.



"Not long, but Harry, you have to understand. Essensentials are people too. Most are good and hard working and just want to be left to live in peace, but some . . ."



"Some are bad?"



"Some are bad enough to make Voldemort look like a petty thief."



Harry paled. "That bastard split his soul till there was nothing human left!"



"And a rogue essensential, atrue dementor feeds on souls. Which do you think is worse? A twisted man who shreds his own soul or a twisted wraith that delights in shredding the souls of others?"



"How can we fight them?" he whispered.



"With wraith warriors."Hermione answered in what Harry knew to be the voice of Noir.



She continued, "There must be at least one wraith warrior, one willing to stay behind to fight the dark ones, the dementors."



"And if the wraith warrior falls?"



"Another will take its place."



"How will another know that it is needed?"



"We will know."



Harry, Myrtle and Ginny all looked at Hermione, imploring.



"Will you stay?" Myrtle asked.



"For as long as I can,"she answered with a shrug. "I am unique; I can walk in both worlds."



"Do we know why that is?" Ginny asked.



"I have my suspicions, ahypothesis if you will."



Harry smirked, "Now I know that's Hermione!" They all shared a laugh at this.



Meacham cleared his throat, "I have a late luncheon set out and tea for Miss Granger."



They all thanked the house elf and tucked in.



After lunch Harry and Myrtle retired to the master to cuddle and catch a quick nap.



"Love?" she asked in a small voice, "is that time turner somewhere handy?"



"On the nightstand" he said with a yawn, just before drifting off to sleep.



He woke an hour later to the feeling of warm lips on his own, and on his erect member.



"Wha?" he started, pushing past his bushy haired wife to see another head of bushy brown hair bobbing up and down on his cock. He also noticed that none of them were encumbered by clothes.



The one who had been kissing him held up the medallion with the tiny hourglass at its center.



"This is for your enjoyment Mr. Potter, just lie back and relax!"



Harry smirked and lay back down.



The Myrtle kissing him was working herself into a lather with her fingers as the one felating him rubbed herself on his leg.



When Kissing!Myrtle raised her head to take a breath Harry groaned, "wand."



"You want your wand?" she asked.



He nodded. She reached over him to the night stand and handed him his holly and phoenix feather wand. He touched the tip to his tongue and whispered "/engorgio/."



Myrtle's eyes grew wide as saucers as his tongue extended five inches past his lips. Harry wagged his eyebrows and said "well?" surprisingly clearly for someone with such an outsized lingual muscle.



"Oh hell yes!" she squealed as she sat on his chest. Harry felt his other Hermione look-alike place her wet entrance over the tip of his engorged cock.



"Togetha' on three," he said as clearly as he could, considering his, um, handicap?



"Un, who, thee!" on three he plunged his tongue into Myrtle as her double impaled herself on his cock. All three groaned in ecstasy.



As Harry began reciting naughty lyrics in parseltongue while tongue-fucking the Myrtle on his face she began to lose herself in the constant orgasm. As she fell back onto the cowgirl riding Harry's cock like a hobby horse, her doppelganger steadied her by holding on to both her overly aroused breasts. It wasn't long before tongue-fucked Myrtle passed out from sheer pleasure.



The cock-rider stopped pumping just long enough to help Harry lay her twin on the bed comfortably. She looked deeply into his green eyes and said, "My turn!" Then bounced on his balls to her heart's content.



She roared her climax to the rafters before collapsing on his chest. Harry, not quite finished at this point continued to stroke in and out slowly as his lover purred in post orgasmic bliss.



When she realized that Harry hadn't had his turn yet she rolled onto her back and wrapped her legs around his middle and demanded "fuck me Harry, pound me into this mattress! Fuck me stupid!"



He obliged to the best of his ability as she set his pace with her "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" cadence. Long strokes, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in over and over and over until she began to scream that she was coming again and he roared back "coming, I'm coming, oh God I'm coming!"



As they lay there in post coital bliss he began to chuckle "fuck me stupid?"



She shrugged, "well, if you fuck my brains out. . ." They laughed at that and cuddled and snoozed. Harry woke up a few minutes later all alone in the king-sized bed; he assumed his wife was in the loo.



He was right, but what he didn't know was that Myrtle and Hermione were in there together, Hermione was thanking Myrtle profusely for the gift of her husband. Myrtle smirked, "we never lied to him. We just showed him the time turner and let him reach his own conclusions."



"Still, its probably better that he not know." Hermione suggested, "He would feel terrible about being unfaithful to his wife."



"Hey, it's not cheating if you're here by invitation!"



Hermione shrugged, "you know Harry."



Myrtle smiled, "and now you do too, in the biblical sense!"



They both smirked and returned to the bed, "He's all worn out" Myrtle said.



"Time for me to go," Hermione whispered, then kissed Myrtle full on the lips before slipping out the door.



On the other side of the door Hermione appeared to be talking to herself as she said in a satisfied tone, "I /knew/it!"