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Later that day, as he was walking from his bedroom to the library, he heard Moody bid Mrs. Weasley a good day after saying he'd be back for the meeting but not for dinner. Harry looked at his watch, and smirked. It was 2:30, and the one man who could detect what he was going to do and could see through the walls wouldn't be back until 7 tonight. That gave him some time. He needed to talk to Fleur first, then he needed to talk to Narcissa. He walked into the library, pleasantly surprised to find Fleur in the room, curled up on one of the loveseats with a book in her hand. He was even more surprised to note that Hermione was not in the room as well. He shut the door behind him and went over to sit in the chair nearest to his beautiful slave. "Fleur, I need to talk to you about something."

She looked up from her book, "Oui, master?"

"Shortly, Molly and the rest of the members of the Order, as well as the other Weasleys, will begin to worry about Bill, where he is, that sort of thing. I'm going to have one of my new House Elves dispose of the body somewhere in the muggle world, probably dump it in the Thames, but it will be found and the Weasleys will be contacted, and when they do, I need you to act like you would have had he been killed a week ago. Understand?"

"Oui," she paused, "Master, what are you planning for us? I don't want to hide any more."

"We'll have to conceal what's happening from the Order for a while longer, but then a plan that I've developed will come into fruition and we'll be safe for a while. Once the plan has been finalized, I will let you know what's happening and we can leave." She nodded in response and he chuckled softly as he left the library. He walked down to the kitchen and found Molly Weasley making herself a cup of tea. Harry walked over to her and spoke up, "Mrs. Weasley, I have a request for you. I'm going to go take a nap. Could you wake me up in time for dinner?"

"Of course, dear. I'll see you for dinner tonight, and, according to Dumbledore, you'll be attending the meeting of the Order to give your account of what happened last night to everyone." Harry nodded and walked up the stairs to his bedroom, where he found Hermione again, sitting on his bed and looking at him strangely.

"Can I help you, Hermione?" Harry asked politely as he began removing some of his more extraneous clothes as well as his boots.

"Yeah, Harry, you can stop cutting yourself off from Ron and me. Ever since you came here, you're spending more time alone and distant from your friends, though you make an effort to look normal when you can't avoid us, like at the lunch table today. You were appropriately warm and good-natured with Ron and myself, but after lunch you came up here and locked your door. Don't bother denying it, I tried the door."

Internally, he cursed himself, "Shit, shit, shit." Aloud, he spoke to her, "You're right, Hermione, I have been distant from you and Ron and, while in the company of others where I can't avoid the situation, I've been going through the paces of being a friend. However, I've had to think about a lot of different things, things that if I'd just come to you and Ron with my initial suspicions, you wouldn't have understood where I was coming from nor would you have believed what I had to say. This is what I ask of you: tonight, after I go to the meeting of the Order to give my account of last night, I want you and Ron to meet me here, bring Ginny if you must, because we have some stuff to talk about. The meeting will confirm or deny a couple of my suspicions, at which point I'll be able to tell you everything. Deal?"

"I don't like it Harry, but if that's what you're going to offer us, then yes, we have a deal." She got up to leave, then turned and wrapped him in a fierce hug. "I want you to know that I'm with you, Harry, regardless of what happens."

"I know you are." She left the room and he shook his head, wondering if she'd truly work with him if she knew what he was planning as well as what he was doing. He smirked slightly, conjured a dummy of himself to fake that he was sleeping, and focused on the magical signature of Narcissa just before he apparated to the Tower of High Sorcery. He appeared in the throne room with a small 'pop' just before she did with a louder 'pop.' He waved his hand, conjuring a pair of more comfortable chairs with a table between them. He pulled out a scroll of parchment as well as a quill and an ink bottle, and sat down in one of the chairs before inviting Narcissa to sit in the other one.

She looked at him, slightly puzzled, but did as bid. He looked across the table at her and decided to open without preamble, "Narcissa, I've been doing some in-depth thinking on the nature of this harem as well as the lieutenants that I'll need to collect. I've decided that the harem won't just be for sex, but will be my closest council and most trusted followers. As such, I would like to offer you a position as my chief advisor, the one who will help me plan the raids and the schemes, whose advice will be heeded even by the lieutenants, once they've arrived. In short, I want you to be my right hand and second-in-command."

"Master, You seemed to have touched on everything that I had been thinking about since You added me to Your harem. Do You have a list of others You're going to add?"

"I'm afraid not, since I'm not informed about other members of the wizarding world. I do have one idea, though. Your niece."

"You want to add my niece to the harem? Why?"

"She's an auror, skilled at what she does, and would make an excellent primary bodyguard. Also, she's quite beautiful." Narcissa nodded at that, glad that He was thinking with more than just His dick. "One more thing that I think you can help me with, Narcissa," Harry continued to speak, "Do you remember when the House Elf named Kreacher came to you and your husband used that information?"

"Yes," she was confused, unable to see where He was going with this.

"Well, the traitorous little elf has expressed a wish to no longer continue in my service and I don't want to have to deal with his whining and muttered insults. I offered him that he could serve you, instead, if you want him."

Narcissa smiled at her Master, "You wouldn't have made that offer unless You knew You were going to add me to Your harem. You're definitely more devious than I originally gave You credit for."

"From a member of Slytherin, I'll take that as a compliment. Do you agree?"

"You're allowing me to make a choice?"

"Of course, because you will be his mistress in name, and he will naturally defer to you over me, even though you serve me."

"Then I say yes. I would like to have Kreacher transferred to my service."

"Very well. Kreacher!" he shouted, and the elderly Elf appeared with a loud CRACK!

"What does master want?"

"Kreacher, I believe you know Narcissa Malfoy. She has agreed to take you into her service. I'll leave it to the two of you to work out exactly what will happen, since you are no longer my responsibility." Harry turned to look back at Narcissa, "Do you have any contacts among the death eaters?"

"A couple, one is my sister."

"Could you tell her that you were approached by a member of the Order of the Phoenix who has some information that would help her and her master? Could you also tell her that he wants to meet with her in the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade as soon as possible?"

"What are You going to do?"

"I'm going to do what Kreacher here tried to do and failed. I'm going to betray the Order."

"Why?"

"Because I need to disappear before the rest of the members of the Order, especially Dumbledore, grow suspicious. I had originally decided to stage an attack, but then I realized that why stage an attack when I could use both sets of enemies to harm each other?" Narcissa smiled her evil smile again as her Master spoke.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, but give me a moment." Harry sat back in his chair as he rapidly sorted through the memories he had absorbed from Voldemort. Finding what he was looking for, he scribbled two names down on a piece of parchment and handed the parchment to Narcissa. "I want you to contact these two individuals. I don't know where they live, but the first name can only be contacted using a crow as a messenger, owls don't trust him. The second can only be contacted using a bat as a messenger, since no bird at all will trust him. Inform them that I'll wish to speak with them here at the end of the week. That's all, Narcissa, though now that I have a couple House Elves who have access to what I have in Gringott's, you may stay here instead of returning to Malfoy manor, if you wish." Kreacher passed a shocked look between Narcissa and Harry, but didn't say anything. Narcissa didn't say anything either as Harry left the room, heading down to the basement.

Harry arrived down in the basement and waved Voldemort's wand over Bill's body, levitating it off the ground. He picked up Bill's wand and tucked it inside his own clothes, then he cast a disillusionment charm on the body and brought it up the stairs to the foyer and took it out the door. He cast another disillusionment charm on himself before conjuring a broom out of nowhere and mounting it. He magically attached Bill's body to the broom and took off for London. Two hours later, he was hovering over the Thames river when he severed the link between his broom and Bill's body. He used his wand to motion it lower and the pointed Voldemort's wand at it and muttered, "/Finite incantatem/." All at once, the body hit the water and became visible again. Harry flew off with all speed to just outside Grimmauld Place. He dismounted from the broom, dismissed it, apparated into his room, and removed the disillusionment charm from himself. He looked at his watch, he had made it with a few minutes to spare.
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Pulling out his own wand, he decided to go do something to help the Order: take care of the painting of Mrs. Black. He walked into the hallway and pulled aside the curtain over Mrs. Black's portrait. She immediately started to shriek, "Filth! Sc-" Harry waved his wand over her portrait, and she was immediately cut off as he wordlessly cast a silencing charm.

"That's better. Now, Mrs. Black, there's something you should know. For all the shouting, screaming, and shrieking you do, we just ignore you and don't listen to you. If you continue to scream, I'll have to do something a bit more permanent than just casting a silencing charm on you. Now, what do you say?" She continued to try shouting soundlessly and gesturing at him. He sighed when she actually flipped him off. "Very well." He pointed his wand at the wall just above the painting. "/Vivisectus/." The tip of his wand glowed bright red, and Harry touched it to the wall a few inches above the painting. He ran his wand around the wall outside the edge of the painting until he had completely encircled it. He then stepped back and silently levitated the painting-and the wall it was attached to-out of the wall. With another wave of his wand, he repaired the hole. He floated the painting down the hall to his room, where he deposited it in his unlit fireplace. He cast a silencing charm on the whole room before he lit the fireplace and removed the silencing charm from the portrait. He sat in his armchair, staring at the flames as he listened to Mrs. Black's shrieks of agony. Once she stopped screaming due to too much of the painting having been destroyed, Harry removed the silencing charm from the room and sat there, his mind racing through everything he had to do tonight. He had to talk to the Order and give a convincing account of what had happened the night before. He had to do this without raising obvious Occlumency shields while keeping Dumbledore, a very able Legilimens, from being able to deduce his plans or the fact that he's lying about the fact that Snape was the only one inside the house at Privet Drive. The most important thing he had to do was make sure that Dumbledore didn't know that Voldemort had been there at all.

Harry's eyes visibly lit up as he realized that he had a solution to his problem: his new powers. Dumbledore, like the late Voldemort, would be unable to detect anything hidden behind anything his new magic obscured. Harry retreated into himself and brought into focus in his mind the memories he wanted to conceal. Imagining himself waving a wand at them, he whispered, "/Obfuscus/." The memories faded out, replaced by patches of what looked like standard memories, such as sleeping, eating, certain dreams, and even a beating from his uncle. Smiling slightly, he looked at his watch and noticed that it was getting near dinner time. He simply lounged backwards in his chair and waited for the knock at his door.

He wasn't disappointed when he heard a soft knock at his door. "Come in," he called as he sat there, staring at the flames. He heard the door open, and Tonks' voice come from the doorway.

"Harry, Mrs. Weasley asked me to tell you that dinner's ready."

Harry smirked slightly, but managed to make his face more friendly when he stood up. He pitched his voice to sound more seductive and more inviting, "Thank you, Tonks." He only said three words, but saw her blushing so hard that the roots of her hair turned bright red as well. He ignored her reaction, but made sure to "accidentally" lightly brush her bare arm with his fingers as he passed her. He smiled to himself as he heard a small gasp come from the beautiful auror before she followed him to the kitchen. Harry noticed her face was still slightly pink as they sat down to eat. Harry sat down next to her, actively making sure she was engaged in conversation, asking her about auror training and how the job was before the return of Voldemort and how it had changed since then. He managed to get her and Hermione involved in a three-way discussion on the strength of Runic Magic vs. Arithmancy. He slid a tendril of legilimency around her mental shielding to check her subconscious. He found her getting aroused with every word he spoke as well as the fact that he was sitting next to her. In fact, every time she noticed his eyes on her, her arousal spiked. Without pulling the tendril out of her thoughts, he turned to her during a pause in the conversation and asked her to pass him the mashed potatoes, which were on her other side. She reached over and picked them up before handing them over to him. He took the pan and thanked her, brushing the fingers of her left hand with the fingers of his right before he took the pan. As he set it down on the table and began to scoop some potatoes out onto his plate, he noticed a visible tremor run down Tonks' left arm. Again, he smiled to himself.
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After another excellent dinner prepared by Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore walked into the kitchen. "Ron, Hermione and Ginny, I'm afraid that this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix needs to get underway, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The three teenagers nodded silently and left the room, though Ginny looked puzzled for some reason.

Mrs. Weasley turned to Dumbledore and asked, "Albus, is there a reason you asked Harry to stay?"

"Indeed there is, Molly. Harry is going to give us an account of what happened last night at his residence as well as his complicity in the death of our spy."

Arthur Weasley chuckled softly, "You mean Harry killed Severus?"

Dumbledore nods shortly, "Yes, and if you'll let him tell his story, we can find out exactly what's been happening and whether or not we need to send another spy to the death eaters." Dumbledore looked at Harry, who was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, "Harry, if you wouldn't mind . . . ?" Dumbledore trailed off.

Harry nodded and looked around the table at what was left of the Order. He locked eyes with Tonks for a brief second before he began to speak. "I was in my room at Privet Drive, asleep. I had been having a nightmare about the battle at the Department of Mysteries, specifically Sirius' death. Anyways, I woke up with a searing pain in my forehead. Ever since fourth year, that pain has been there, but I've learned to ignore it and it's gone away. However, whenever Voldemort is feeling particularly angry or whenever he's close by, the pain flares up again. This time, it was sharp, but not throbbing. You see, ever since I started school here, and it hurt, I figured out how to read the pain to determine his actions. When it's a sharp pain, he's angry, and when it's throbbing, he's close. Thus, the pain in my scar meant that Voldemort was pissed off about something, but he wasn't nearby. When I woke up, though, I saw flashes of red and green light out my bedroom window. I looked out the window and noticed members of the Order, I recognized Moody and Tonks, battling against death eaters. I turned away and my door banged open and there I saw another death eater. I raised my wand and fired a disarming hex at the death eater, but he dodged it and fired a killing curse at me. I rolled underneath the curse and fired a stunner, which caught the death eater in the chest. The force of the stunner was enough to send the death eater flying backwards, so I stood up and took a moment to take stock of the situation. I noticed that there were no more curses being flung around outside, so I looked and saw that the Order had triumphed. However, I noticed that the death eater's killing curse had hit my owl. I went to go check on the death eater. I admit that I was severely angry with the man and wanted revenge. However, when I found him at the base of the stairs with his head at a funny angle, I realized that I had already had my revenge. The force of my stunner knocked him down the stairs with enough force as to break his neck. I removed his mask only to find that it was Snape." As Harry was speaking, he felt the delicate tendrils of Dumbledore's legilimency invade his mind. He tensed slightly, but then relaxed, recalling that all his memories that could implicate him as anything other than what he presented himself to be were locked away behind magic that Dumbledore had no knowledge of, let alone could penetrate.

Finally, Dumbledore nodded, he then addressed the rest of the Order, "Do any of you have questions for Harry?" When no one spoke up, Dumbledore looked at the fifteen-year-old. "Harry, that's all we need from you tonight. Thank you for cooperating." Harry nodded and left the kitchen looking slightly subdued. However, as he was leaving, he met Tonks' eyes one last time and delivered a surreptitious wink to her. He noticed that she barely managed to control herself before she blushed again. He smirked as he left the room, coming up to the door to his room, where he found Ron, Hermione, and Ginny standing outside. All three looked slightly puzzled, while the two Weasleys also looked slightly perturbed.
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Harry looked at all three of them, and then spoke up, "Would you like to come in?" All three nodded and he opened the door, allowing all three of them to precede him into the room. His instincts told him to lock the door as well as put up an imperturbable charm on the door.

Not twenty seconds later, his instincts were proven correct as Ron rounded on him and yelled, "How the hell do you do it, Harry? We've been here ever since school ended, our parents are in the Order, and you come here and all of a sudden you get to sit in on a meeting!"

Harry held up a hand as Ron stopped speaking and responded, "If you would all take a seat, I would be more than happy to explain." The three complied as Harry sat in what had become his armchair. He looked at each of his friends and then looked into the flames crackling around the fireplace. "Let me see, where to begin. How do I do it? I believe that was your question, Ron. Well, I do it by being the one mentioned in the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries that says that only I am able to kill Voldemort. As such, he's afraid of me in a way that he's not afraid of anyone else. That fear makes him act to destroy his fear, which leads to me becoming the target of death eater attacks. While I was at my aunt and uncle's, the house came under attack by a group of 13 death eaters. Twelve of them remained outside to duel with the members of the Order, while the final one came into the house, killed my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and finally attempted to kill me. I responded with a stunner that knocked him down the stairs and the impact from the fall broke his neck. Also, in case you all were wondering, the meeting is still going on. I was just asked to give an account of what happened inside the house to the Order, since they were busy outside." As he finished speaking, Ron and Ginny looked apologetic, and the looks of puzzlement dropped from all three faces. "Now, I understand from a talk I had with Hermione that you feel that I've been distancing myself from the three of you. To which, I respond, where was this concern last summer? I know I wrote to you, Hermione, as well as to you, Ron. I'm fairly certain, though I can't recall off the top of my head, that I sent one note to Ginny practically begging for information. And what sorts of responses did I get? 'Sorry, mate, but we can't say much right now.' 'Sorry, Harry, but Dumbledore doesn't want us to write much.' I remember reading these responses and wondering, 'What happened to these friends of mine who helped me during the tournament? Where did the friends who have helped me through difficult times go? What happened to those friends who I have helped numerous times in the past?' Ginny, I do owe you an apology for that letter I sent you, though. I wrote it as a desperate stroke to try to play off the crush I knew you had for me earlier in our schooling careers at Hogwarts to get some information. Could you ever forgive me?"

Ginny nodded, not expecting such an apology from Harry, and swallowed a few times as she realized that she wanted him, and not as a friend. However, Harry didn't really appear to pay attention to her as he turned back to Ron and Hermione. "I even remember asking myself, after your first replies, saying that 'Dumbledore didn't want you to write much,' 'Well, aren't the school rules by definition what Dumbledore wants, since he's the headmaster? What about the numerous times the three of us have broken school rules to do what's right?' What about that, did you ever ask yourselves whether or not it was right to cut me off like that? I don't believe you did, any of you, all of you. I think that you were just blindly following the orders of Dumbledore and the other members of the Order because of some hero-worship complex centered around the one wizard that everyone states that was the only one Voldemort feared. Sometimes, I wonder about you two. Especially you, Ron. You both have seen how much I hate the limelight. I tried my best to avoid the fame that comes attached to my name. I don't sign autographs, I don't give speeches. Hell, last year when we were starting the DA, I believe that I was more concerned about portraying the events that led to what I thought we were going to use honestly, rather than making it out so that I was better in the retelling than I was in the actual event. Yet, fourth year, you all but accused me of putting my name in the Goblet of Fire. It makes me wonder how much you really know me, Ron. Yes, I'm famous, but I wouldn't wish the reason for my fame on anyone, not even Malfoy! You both know the reason I'm famous: my parents were killed by some marauding dark wizard who, when he tried to kill me, failed. My name is known to the entire wizarding world in Britain, as well as a little under a third of the muggles due to mixed marriages and muggle-born wizards and witches. I would rather have a family and no fame than what I have! But instead, I'm stuck with it, and I have to deal with it. Now, some of the reason I've been distancing from you is guilt. For the longest time, I felt guilty about what happened to Cedric and what happened to Sirius. Cedric because I insisted that he and I take the cup together, and Sirius because I made the mistake of rashly rushing to the Ministry because I thought Voldemort was there and had Sirius. So, between my lingering anger and irritation at your behavior last summer, yet expecting our friendship to resume as before as though nothing happened after I showed up, accompanied by my lingering guilt contributed to the distance. Now, don't bother apologizing, it won't do you any good. You already did that last summer, and it wasn't enough then, so it certainly won't be enough now. Just acknowledge that, if you feel our relationship has changed, it's ultimately your fault for changing so drastically and expecting more than what was realistic at the time. That's all I have to say, and at this point, you could say whatever you wanted and it wouldn't change anything." He turned his gaze and focus to the flames, losing himself within his mind as the three of them got up silently and left, though Ginny lingered at the door, looking at him for a few seconds before she licked her lips and left as well.