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Narcissa returned to her house, feeling simultaneously elated, relieved, and disturbed. She felt disturbed that she may have made a deal with the devil, she felt relieved that her new Master would try His best to keep her son out of Azkaban, and she felt elated that her Master had claimed her as His. Actually, honestly, she was of mixed emotions about being claimed by her Master. He was attentive, and actually made sure that she wouldn't be harmed by His actions. His dick was much bigger than Lucius' as well, and He certainly knew how to use it. That tongue use, though . . . that wasn't Him. That was the other slave, the one whose name Narcissa didn't know. Her Master had welcomed her into His harem. That meant that there would be several slave women. She didn't know how she felt about that, though her Master's will was her will, her inner ambition overrode many emotional influences on her will, leaving her with the desire to prove herself her Master's most useful concubine. She understood that there was no going back from her placement in the harem, so she felt she should use her skill and ambition to rise above all other slaves her Master took for His own.

There was something else she understood about her Master that she wasn't sure if the younger slave did: her master needed slaves who would fulfill different roles in His life. He might have lieutenants to carry His orders to the troops, but His slaves needed to be able to carry out almost every aspect of assisting their Master. She noticed where the younger bitch seemed to fit: the role of the fucktoy. While it was true so far that the slaves were attractive and had only been used for sex, Narcissa realized that some slaves would only be good for such a role. The first slave was a prime example. The girl couldn't be older than twenty, and she was kneeling in a submissive manner, nude, at her Master's side while He was sitting on His throne talking to Narcissa about her son's future. She hoped her Master would move on with His plans soon, she felt so out of sorts when she was out of His exalted presence.
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Harry and Fleur had apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place and she was currently in the library, reading up on the histories of various dark lords: their actions, their choices, their downfalls. Harry, on the other hand, recalled the House Elf quarters in the Tower of High Sorcery, and felt that he would be best served by acquiring a couple for himself. In fact, he knew of two that he thought would be best served by changing sides and joining forces with him. The problem was that both of them were at Hogwarts. He shrugged, fetched his invisibility cloak, donned it-though he didn't put up the hood-and apparated to just outside the wards around Hogwarts. Once he appeared fully in front of the gates, Harry pulled the hood of his cloak up and walked up the grounds to the castle door. He attempted to push the doors open, but they wouldn't budge. "Fine," he muttered, "/Hominus tenebra/." He turned into the same form he had used to fight-and kill-Voldemort, a living shadow. He squeezed under the door and reformed in the entrance hall, muttering, "/Lux/." The cloak, having become part of the shadow with him, reformed around him, returning him to the status of invisibility. He made his way to the kitchens, remembering how the Weasley twins had told him about how to get there.

He stopped all of a sudden in the middle of the hallway, glad that there were neither teachers nor students in the halls. That was what he was missing! Lieutenants! He could gather up as many slaves as he liked, but he needed commanding, powerful beings to be his lieutenants and command his forces. If he could convince them, he wanted to have the Weasley twins on his side. For one, they'd be great spies in the Order of the Phoenix, while their particular brand of cunning and destructiveness could be harnessed to perform great deeds. He shook his head, he needed to return to his self-appointed task before the Order meeting tonight. He walked up to the portrait that led to the kitchens and he tickled the pear, which giggled and turned into a door handle, which he promptly used to open the door. When he walked in, he removed the cloak, causing a foot-and-a-half tall green blur to hit him in the stomach. "Harry Potter, sir! It's good to see you again!"

"It's good to see you too, Dobby. I was actually coming here to speak with you. I have a question I want to ask you, and I want you to know that regardless of your answer to the question."

"You may ask Dobby, sir. Dobby will answer honestly."

"Very well. Dobby, would you be happier serving in your capacity here or would you prefer to be with a family?"

"Dobby likes it here, Harry Potter, but Dobby would prefer to work with an actual wizarding family."

"Very well, Dobby. I find myself in need of your services at my primary residence, the Tower of High Sorcery off the coast of Britain near the Isle of Wight."

"Dobby knows where it is, sir. Once you accepted Dobby in your employ, Dobby began to sense all the property you own. That's lots of houses, sir."

"Indeed it is, Dobby, though the only one you need to concern yourself with is the Tower. The others will be taken care of in their own time."

"Of course, Harry Potter, sir."

Harry looked around the kitchen, and asked Dobby, "I'll need another House Elf due to the large influx of people I'll be having at the Tower. Do you think Winky would mind working for me?"

"You should ask her, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby will bring her to you."

Dobby flew off quickly, looking for Winky. While Dobby was gone, Harry sat back in a chair and sipped at a cup of tea brought by another House Elf while he contemplated what he was going to do. He understood that he needed more than a harem. While nice, Fleur and Narcissa weren't experienced field commanders, so he'd need lieutenants and troops for what he was planning on doing. He didn't want to have an assortment of followers the way Voldemort had. What he needed was some serious time to sit down and think this through with advice from Narcissa. She was experienced with scheming, planning, and plotting, and he needed all the help he could get. However, before he could get started on recruiting his lieutenants and his army, he needed to acquire one more person into his harem. He knew that, while he may start getting bodyguards once he has his army, he needed one shortly that knew what he/she was doing and would be absolutely trustworthy. That meant a slave girl for the harem, which meant that he needed to find a witch who was powerful, well-trained in defense, and attractive as hell. He snapped his fingers as the answer came to him. Of course! Tonks! She'd make a perfect addition to the harem. Now, how to get her? She was too clever and too wary to trap the way he did Fleur, and she had nothing for him to use as a lever in negotiations like he did Narcissa. Dammit. He needed more information about her, and he wasn't going to get it sitting here. All of a sudden, Dobby came back with Winky. Harry looked at her and made his same offer. "Winky, would you prefer to continue to work here at Hogwarts, or would you rather come work for me like you would your former wizarding family? I promise I will not be offended whichever you choose."

Winky looked up at him with her large eyes and said to him, "Oh, sir! You have granted Winky's wish! Winky feels unwanted and unappreciated here at Hogwarts, sir! Winky would be glad to come and work for you." This time, Harry felt the slight shift in perceptions change as Winky became aware of the numerous manors and houses that Harry possessed.

"Winky, you and Dobby will be working for me at the Tower of High Sorcery, do you know where that is?" The female House Elf nodded and she and Dobby disappeared with a CRACK! Harry smiled as he now had a couple of bound servants who could handle the purchasing of supplies for himself and his slaves and lieutenants. He thanked the other House Elves for the tea and stood up, donning his invisibility cloak again. He repeated the method he used to get into Hogwarts to get out of Hogwarts, and once he left the grounds, he apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place. He returned to his bedroom to find that Hermione had fallen asleep on his bed, and she woke up as he apparated in due to the small 'pop' he made. He held his breath and stood perfectly still as she got up and looked around the room. After she left, he breathed a small sigh of relief and after he took off the cloak, he apparated to the roof of 12 Grimmauld Place, since he couldn't very well say he was in his bedroom. He got up there and found no one, so he sat down for a few minutes to provide himself with more of an alibi while he contemplated how to start to claim Tonks. He needed to trick her. He knew that, if he could penetrate her Occlumency shields, he could find out her fantasies and who they centered around, since he highly doubted they would be centered around himself. He knew enough human transfiguration to change his form into whatever person her fantasies were focused on. If he came to her just after she went to sleep and woke her up, she might go for it. And, once he managed to penetrate her, all bets were off, as no one could resist his Heart Bind spell, since no one even knew that it existed. That spell was a product of his new Shadow Magic powers. Since he'd decided on a course of action, he put a look of resigned blankness on his face and left the rooftop.
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He arrived downstairs after having to find his way in through an attic window. He was immediately grabbed up in a breath-stealing hug by Mrs. Weasley, who then pulled back and yelled at him, "Harry! Where have you been? We've been searching this entire house, looking for you! You had us so worried!"

Harry forced himself to remain calm as he answered the insufferable woman's rant, "Ummm, Mrs. Weasley, did anyone think to check the roof?"

"No, but why would you be up there?"

"Because I always think better when I'm flying, but I can't do that here since we're in the middle of London, so I thought I'd try to just get as high as I possibly could. I'll probably end up doing that a lot over the course of the summer, I just didn't think to tell you this time. However, if there's ever another time when you can't find me, that's where I'll probably be."

"Ok, dear. Did it help?"

"Yes, I feel much better."

"Very well, you'll have to let the others know where you were when you go downstairs, lunch is on the table." Harry thanked her and walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where he found Tonks, Ginny, Fleur, Hermione, Ron, Arthur, Moody, and Charlie all sitting around a table, eating. Harry took the empty seat between Tonks and Fleur and began putting food on his plate. Before he started eating, he was bombarded with questions about where he had been. After informing them that he'd been on the roof and reassuring them that he was not suicidal, he began to send out soft mind-probes to Tonks, trying to get a read on her. As expected, the initial entrance was difficult, due to her Occlumency skill, but after that, it was clear sailing due to her relaxed nature. She trusted everyone here, and that would lead to her undoing. He found her subconscious and located her dream-center, all the while continuing to eat and carry on conversations with the others around the table, even engaging in a good-natured debate with Ron over whether or not the Chudley Cannons had a chance this year (they didn't). All of a sudden, as he was eating a delicious treacle tart for dessert (the irony didn't escape him at all), he found what he was looking for, one of Tonks' sexual fantasies. There were two that he made special note of. One was a simple action involving Tonks herself and the blonde bombshell sitting on Harry's other side. The other was a little more elaborate involving candles, a scent of jasmine, soft music-basically all the elements of a seduction-and Harry himself. Harry finished his food and excused himself from the table, needing some time to contemplate what he was going to do. He went back to his room and shut the door, locking it with a wave of his hand. He sat in one of the armchairs near the fireplace and stared at the flames, trying to make some sense out of the thoughts running through his mind. He now knew what he was going to do with Tonks, but now he needed a way to make sure that Dumbledore still thought that Voldemort was around and to continue to hunt for the late dark lord.

He suddenly came to the conclusion that he'd have to stage an attack. Preferably an attack on 12 Grimmauld Place itself, though he would wait until the meeting of the Order tonight after dinner to finalize his plans, since he needed to find out where they were holding Malfoy so he could fulfill his promise to Narcissa. After he did as promised, though, he would stage this attack, waiting for as few members of the Order as possible to be there, and then he, Fleur, and Tonks would vanish, leaving behind some dead, some injured, and a trashed building.
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Author's Note: I have finished my plans for Harry's harem (not in the story, they're not all gathered yet), but I still don't have all the planned underlings that I want. As such, I'm asking you, my readers, as the author, to come up with some potential underlings and lieutenants for the new Dark Lord. I would prefer it if you came up with Original Characters instead of using canon characters. Any reader whose proposed lieutenant gets used in the story will get an acknowledgement at the beginning of the chapter where the character first appears.