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Chapter 24 - Of Horcruxes and Tests

Tom Riddle's vindictive schadenfreude fueled Harry's anger, but then, inner calm returned as his goddess-mum alighted on his shoulder and spoke; her voice soothing, allowing him to focus.

"He was laughing when he killed your father and me," she said, "time to stop him."

He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then pointed his wand at the ground inside the charmed circle confining Tom's shade. "Accio Riddle's ring!"

The specter continued to chuckle.

Harry thought, "Accio Tom's ring!"

Nothing.

Then Harry remembered the initials on the cover of the diary, "T M Riddle."

Carefully sheathing Fang over his shoulder he cast once more, "Accio Marvolo's ring."

Riddle stopped laughing.

The gold ring erupted from the stone floor and sailed into Harry's gauntleted hand. As it struck his palm black tarry fibers began to attack the glove - to no avail. The tendrils began to stretch, to try to find purchase on Harry's skin.

He quickly dropped the ring to the floor, drew Fang and positioned the point of the basilisk's tooth across the band. At Harry's non-verbal fel fluo command a single drop of venom issued from Fang's edge and touched the ring. Riddle's shade screamed in agony- apparently phantom pain is very real when you're a phantom.

As the last plaintive cry echoed away Harry touched his scar.

Astarte stood on his shoulder and kissed the top of his head, "You have to tell the Witches, baby, and together we'll find a way."

He was a Horcrux.

How in the nine hells was he going to sort that out?

"God and Goddess," he murmured, "when will it be someone else's turn in the barrel?"

He picked up Marvolo's ring and faded.

)O(

Harry appeared in Helena's living room but was quickly escorted out by Myrtle; apparently his time-turned self was in the loo at the time. So he walked up the six flights of stairs to Rowena's library only to be stopped at the door by Pansy and Tracy - his other time-turned self was finishing up his Defense against the Dark Arts and Potions and Muggle Studies OWLs.

He didn't want to go back to the Gryffindor common room so he went to visit Millie and Dobby in the hospital wing. They were both asleep so he sat in one of the more comfortable visitor's chairs and, realizing that his next two turned days were going to be testing days, began to study in earnest.

Poppy found him there three hours later, book across his chest, sleeping soundly. She levitated him onto "his"bed - the one that she'd enlarged for Millicent. The healer ran her fingers though his unruly hair and kissed his forehead. He smiled and snuggled against Millie to get some much needed sleep.

"Best medicine in the world." She whispered to the sleeping lovers.

)O(

Harry looked around the Great Hall and realized he was in Dreamscape as Astarte, his mother-goddess, gave him a full body hug, surrounding him with her arms, wings and tail.

"Harry love, you have /got/to stop associating me with Lily Evans Potter."

"But you are, or rather /were/, my mum!"

"My human self was your mum, my goddess self is separated from you by 76 generations - you're more closely related to most of Britain, half of Northern Europe, and (shudder)about a tenth of the Colonials."

"Sorry, Mum!"

Astarte groaned in frustration,"Fine, but if I'm "Mum" then I'm going to start calling you "Oedipus"!"

She kissed him full and hard on the lips and was delighted that he responded in kind.

"That was . . . /amazing/!"he exclaimed when they finally broke the kiss.

"Um, what? Oh, yes, well - it's what I do best don'cha know?" she said, more than a little discombobulated. The goddess shook herself to clear her lust-fogged brain. "Your kisses should be registered as weapons of mass arousal!"

"As much fun as this is, you don't usually join me in my dreams just to have a nice snog."

"Spectacular snog, you mean, Harry."

"I bow to your expertise, My Mother-Goddess."

She groaned and pantomimed beating her head against a wall.

"Before this becomes any more snarky, let me tell you what I came to tell you. The short version is - you have two of The Hallows."

"Pardon?"

"Remember Myrtle telling you The Tale of the Three Brothers from Beetle the Bard?"

"Oh yeah, The Cloak is one, and the ring? No. The stone! The stone in the ring!"

"Well remembered, Harry. The stone in Marvolo's ring is the Resurrection Stone. With it you can call up the spirits of the dead."

He thought about that for amoment - he could see his father again, but, finally said, "Seems kinda rude to me."

Astarte smiled and hugged him again, "I'm so proud of you, Harry. You're right, of course. Just because you can call up the dead doesn't mean you should. Those that are at peace are best left alone, those who are not are still here as ghosts, and you see /them/everyday."

"So what do I do with the stone?"he asked.

"Well, let's see, when Myrtle has your baby in about eight months time, it'll be nice if she doesn't de-materialize when the umbilical cord is cut."

"She can have the locket with The Cloak."

"And Helena?"

"Ah, I see. Let me guess. If Helena wears the ring. . ."

Astarte finished the sentence ". . . then she won't discorporate.

"Now let's work on your lingual skills, shall we? You've just about gotten the hang of the lengthening charm, now lets work on making it prehensile - then you can, beyond a shadow of adoubt, please two women at the same time!"

)O(

Harry woke to the most pleasant feeling in the world. He opened his eyes to see that Poppy had curtained off the bed he'd shared with Millie overnight. He hoped his Matron had remembered the silencing charms as well because they were about to make a little noise.

"Sweet Morgana on a bike - that's wonderful, Millie!"

Millicent smiled as she let Harry's erect cock fall out of her mouth.

"Thank you, milord. If you care to return the favor I've already freshened us both up. . ."

"C'mere, you!" he said, guiding her onto her back. She wore a simple green linen knee-length hospital shift, so Harry scooted down to start on her inner thighs just above the knees."

"Oh, Harry, I wish we could be together all day."

He grinned and held up the time turner on the chain about his neck, "Would you settle for two hours?"

"Make it three; I think I missed my turn while lying in this hospital bed."

Harry crawled up Millicent's body to loop the chain around both their necks, then faded them both to his cottage in Little Hangleton before flipping the Time Turner three times.

"Why did you move us?" she asked.

"Think about it, Luv. Where were we three hours ago?"

"Ah, yes, it might have gotten abit crowded in that hospital bed - although, the idea of having two Harry's at the same time. . ."

Harry smiled, remembering how wanton the Prim and Proper Head of Gryffindor house had become when he'd"double teamed" her.

"Not a bad idea, Millie. Now, let me show you what Astarte has been showing me. . ."

Millie smiled as Harry slid down her body, licking, kissing, and caressing a straight line to her more than ready sex. He lifted his head and smiled, then extended his tongue a full hands width from his lips. She watched in fascination as he looped the tip of his elongated lingual muscle around and through - tying it into a knot.

Her eyes grew wide as saucers as Harry gave her an exquisite tongue lashing.

Her last coherent thought as Harry's tongue touched her inner lips was, it's sooooooo good to be a witch in the Coven of the Four Houses!

Harry extended his magical tongue and used the stiffened tip to caress the entire length of Millie's clitoris from inside while simultaneously massaging her pudendum with both thumbs.

Millicent shrieked with pleasure.

"Harrrryyyyy, oh love, oh fuck, oh . . . ahhhhhhhh!"

Harry smiled and redoubled his efforts.

He was going to adoringly, tenderly fuck her with his body, soul and magic until she passed out, and then wake her up with an orgasm, and then fuck her again.

Then repeat.

)O(

Arm in arm, Harry's head resting on Millicent's ample breast, they walked to Helena's dining room for breakfast. He pulled her enlarged chair out for her and, as always, the quarter-giantess sat gracefully.

Pansy snickered as Millicent, still moony over their marathon sex; put her hand to her cheek and her elbow on the table - right in the butter crock.

"Millie, you're setting the bar high for all of us, sweetie." Pansy said, with a smirk.

Harry, who was just as besotted with Millie smiled sadly and said, "We almost lost Millie yesterday, I was so relieved to see her well again that I let her have whatever she wanted."

It was Millicent's turn to smirk,"The list was long, detailed and exhausting!"

"Oh aye!"

Hedwig flew to Harry's shoulder and seemed to be studying his face.

"What is it girl?" he asked.

Hermione answered, "Hedwig is just a bit confused by your time-turning schedule, she wants to make sure that you're the right you for the letter she's carrying."

"Is it Thursday?"

The owl nodded.

"I'm going to be taking two, no, /three/tests today then: Defense against the Dark Arts, Potions and Muggle Studies. Practicals tonight for Defense and Potions."

Hedwig nodded and held out her leg.

The parchment bore the seal of the House of Black.

Harry smiled as he broke the seal.

Dear Pup,

First and foremost I can't thank you enough for my freedom. Grimm Old Place was becoming a bit too stifling and frankly, I was going to do something rash just to get away from my old family home. Now I've a nice flat in London within walking distance of the Geezergamot and haven't missed a session since my emancipation. The general meetings are deadly dull so I've introduced one or two bills supporting werewolf rights just to stir things up a bit.

Who knew politics could be fun?

I see you've been busy these past few days, first getting Snivelus sacked, and then working with him to teach DAtDA. You'll have to explain that to me, I fully intend to check you for signs of the imperious curse first.

Then accepting your lordship, I couldn't help but notice several prominent witches have stood proxy for you in the general sessions, I've seen Amelia Bones, Jennifer Jones (if you can find it in your heart to introduce us I'll be even more in your debt!) then there were, Davis and Greengrass. I never thought I'd see the day that aSlytherin stood for Potter House, and in the past week I've seen two. Pity they're married, if the daughters take after the mothers and if the rumors about you are true you are one lucky Son of a Marauder!

Rumor has it that you have aharem. If it's a prank then I swear on my honor as a Marauder it's the best I've ever seen. If it's true then all I can say is when, how, how many and how do I go about getting one too?

Minerva (who by the way is h-o-t!)tells me that you've been made a Teaching Assistant. See my previous note about pranking, which would make it the second best prank ever.

Lastly I insist that you spend the Yule holiday with me at my flat, you and anyone else named "Potter."

No excuses, there's lots of room. Bring the harem. Hell, bring their mums. I'll see you all in three weeks.

Sirius Orion Black

Scion of the Ancient and Once Most Noble House of Black, well on its way to being Noble again.

Harry's smile turned nearly predatory as he imagined the entrance he and his witches would make.

)O(

Angelina was lying atop Harry on the couch in the Ravenclaw Library investigating his tonsils with her tongue as Harry gave her a deep tissue massage with his talented fingers. She groaned in pleasure as Harry found that spongy spot with his long fingers and pressed just right.

When she calmed down enough to speak she said, "You know, Harry, we got a "win" on the match with Slytherin -seems they couldn't field enough players with their seeker and one of their beaters expelled so they had to forfeit."

"Um hum," he said, kissing the juncture of her neck and shoulders, "I've been thinking about helping train up their new seeker and you could let Gred and Forge work with their new beater for the next match."

Angelina purred, lost in the pleasure Harry was giving her with just his lips, tongue and fingers. "Oh yeah, sound's good . . . wait, what seeker, what beater?"

She pushed herself up on her long arms and asked again, "Harry, what are you up to?"

"I thought Pansy would make agood seeker and what do you think of Millie as a beater?"

Angelina rolled her eyes, "I think I'd hate to be the bludger she hits, or the player who gets hit by the bludger she hits!

"Okay, I'll loan you the Weasley twins, but you've got to be up to speed for the match with Ravenclaw in two weeks."

Harry spit into the palm of his right hand, Angelina did the same, they clapped hands together, pumped once and said,"Done!"

"Now," she said, her eyes darkening, "where were we?"

)O(

Friday night, turned time.

Harry was looking through the telescope on the astronomy tower at the moons of Jupiter. For additional credit he'd presented the examiner and Professor Sinestra with photos of Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto taken by NASA space probes.

He marked the position of Io and even notated the moon's shadow on the face of Jupiter.

The examiner was impressed, Sidra Sinestra was relieved and Harry was done with his OWLs.

Of course, now the real work was to begin - the Nearly Excruciating Witch/Wizard Tests.

But he had two days off.

Minerva had insisted, no studying, only "light" reading for relaxation. Besides, some of his witches were feeling a little neglected.

"Goddess, give me strength, he said in mock exasperation."

A smiling Poppy Pomfrey handed him a beaker of effervescent, vaporous brew, which, having recently completed his OWL in potions, he recognized as a strengthening draught.

"Have I told you lately that Ilove you?"

Poppy blushed, "Best if you drink it all in one go, two deep breaths, and swallow it all down . . . that's it!"

Harry finished the entire beaker and was pleasantly surprised to find it didn't taste horrible.

"That was good! Why don't all potions taste like that?"

"Oh we make them bitter on purpose so that children will only take them when they need to."

"Oh, that's evil!" he smirked, "I approve, of course!"

)O(

Myrtle and Helena claimed him for the evening citing the fact that there would be a time in the coming months when they would not have him at all.

Hermione laughed out loud at their reasoning, "Ladies, you don't know how much Harry has been longing for afamily, I'll wager he'll want to be shagging you both until you're in labor -I've caught him staring at a hugely pregnant woman before and the best way to describe that look was /hungry/!"

Myrtle took Harry's left hand and said, "Sounds good to me!"

Harry laughed and playfully pulled the two former ghosts into Helena's bedroom.

"We should charm the door so that it removes our clothing - it'll save time!"

"If you do," the refined voice of Professor Sinestra interrupted, "please post a sign of warning."

Harry turned to see the astronomy professor getting Millicent's dimensions with a charmed tape measure, while taking notes with a quill.

"Minerva wanted to do something special for the Lady Millicent and suggested that I help her with her wardrobe."

"I like what Millie wears."

"You like her out of her clothes, more like." Myrtle sniggered.

Millicent stuck her tongue out, but couldn't help but smile.

"I think I've gotten what I need here, Lady Millicent." Professor Sinestra said, stepping down from the fitting stool and leading the outsized Vipera from the room. "Now we can look at fabrics."

Harry watched them leave, starry eyed. He couldn't believe his own luck. To have any of the Witches of the Coven was awesome enough, but to have all of them? Beyond brilliant.

And he loved them all, equally, passionately, completely.

Myrtle helped him out of his robes and asked, "Will you show us the "knot trick" that Millicent seems to like so much - she didn't say what it was, just that you do it very, very well."

Harry smiled then touched the end of his nose with the tip of his tongue, then the bridge of his nose. When he began to comb his eyebrows with his extended lingual muscle Myrtle began to hyperventilate and tear at her own clothing so that Harry could make better use of that tongue.

Helena smiled as she removed her robe, and then slipped her singlet over her head. She knew that Myrtle was in for a hard, fast ride.

Lady Helena would be content to help Harry cool down a bit when her turn came later.

)O(

Morning broke over the eastern lake as Luna, Su, and Hannah were just about to enter Harry's bedchamber. They were stopped at the door by a grinning Nymphadora Tonks.

The bubblegum-pink haired auror whispered, "Training starts in earnest today. It's wakey, wakey time!"

Alastor Moody's gruff "Constant vigilance!" was followed by a cannon blast spell. Myrtle and Helena screamed and Harry reacted instinctively throwing up a shield so powerful that it blasted outward like a banishing hex.

The last thought "Mad-eye" Moody had, before his world went painfully dark, was, "I thought I'd closed that door!"

Thankfully, Luna, Su and Hannah were slightly to one side of the door when Moody's body was blown through it. Unfortunately, Nymphadora was more or less centered before it.

A completely furious and naked Harry, practically glowing with magical rage, seemed to glide, dementor-like through the splintered doorway. Waves of power radiated away from him such that the wand in his left hand and the curved basilisk-fang sword in his other were practically redundant.

As he took in the sight before him, his rage evaporated.

"Aw hell!" he said to no one in particular.

Alastor lay across Nymphadora; both were covered in shards of door. The old man's right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle and the left side of the young auror's face was already beginning to swell.

Tonks blinked her one good eye and mumbled something.

Harry crouched down to hear her better. "I didn't quite catch that, Tonks."

"I said, "it seemed like a good idea at the time"," she half said, half moaned, "and nice package there, Harry."

Before Astarte's influences, Harry would have been embarrassed to stand before the young auror in the altogether. As it was he shrugged and calmly summoned a robe before levitating the two injured aurors to the hospital wing.