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After Harry's departure from her room, Tonks lay awake for the longest time, contemplating. She didn't mind the fact that she was now a slave-though on some intellectual level, she knew she would have if the binding spell hadn't bound her will-and she especially didn't mind the fact that her Master was Harry Potter. She'd only met Him when He was fourteen, starting to mature and having met Him after the debacle that was known as the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She wondered when He had changed so much. After the death of Sirius near the beginning of summer, she'd seen Him as He'd left King's Cross with His aunt and uncle. At the time, He'd been nearly painfully thin and pale. Somehow, in the month that he'd been gone, he'd acquired a decent bit of muscle.

She'd known that she'd felt affection for Harry from the moment that she'd met Him. The affection was that of wanting to be someone's friend, though. She'd heard about Him from Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. She was amazed at everything He had done at the school. He'd defeated Voldemort three times, once at 11, once at 12, and once at 14. He'd managed to kill a basilisk. He'd survived-and won-the Tri-Wizard Tournament while competing alongside three wizards who were all older and more experienced than He (the irony did not escape her that one of these competitors was now His slave). She knew that He had done all this, and expected Him to be full of Himself with the fame that came from those actions, as well as being famous for surviving a killing curse and stopping the dark lord thirteen years previous. She forgot that, as part of stopping the dark lord, He had lost His parents.

However, once she'd met Him and taken the time to talk to Him, she found out that not only was He kind and considerate of everyone, but He wasn't drunk or high from His fame. She had been amazed when she'd found that out, and then, over the course of His fifth year at Hogwarts, when she'd witnessed all the actions that He'd taken to ensure that His friends were okay, and His surrogate family, the Weasleys, remained alive and well, even risking possession by the dark lord and charging into a situation that he knew nothing about simply because He believed that His godfather was in danger, that only deepened her affection for Him. She wasn't sure when the platonic affection turned into love/lust, but she knew that, by the time she'd seen Him again, that her emotions had changed. However, she was afraid. The same traits that had made her worry about His attitude in the beginning now made her feel unworthy. When He'd started paying attention to her yesterday, it was as though her dreams started to come true. And when He came to her a little over an hour ago, she'd been sure she'd been dreaming, until He'd penetrated her. In all her dreams, she'd never guessed that Harry Potter would be so well endowed, but she supposed she shouldn't have been too shocked. Everything else about Him was different from what she'd expected, why wouldn't that be as well?

She shook her head at her mind's strange logic. He'd told her that He had other slaves. He mentioned her aunt, Narcissa, and Fleur. So that's where Bill went. She wasn't too pleased about the implications that her Master had killed another human being, but He was her Master, she'd forgive Him anything. When she'd woken up at His caress on her face, she'd at first thought she was still dreaming. The setting was perfect, He was perfect. The candlelight was there, but soft, and there was a lingering scent of jasmine in the air. It was almost as if He knew her deepest desires and fantasies as they surrounded Him. She should tell Him later that if He'd come to her normally, she'd probably have reciprocated anyway. She was excited that she'd be leaving with Him, as well as with Fleur, to the legendary Tower of High Sorcery that she'd heard so much about during her auror training.

She thought about her situation. She was a slave, alongside other slaves. If her Master had freely admitted that to her, He probably would acquire more slaves. She needed to know where she stood within His harem, that she knew. She also wondered how far He'd take this. Would He bring in more than one slave at a time to warm His bed? It was His prerogative, she acknowledged that, but she didn't know how she felt about that. She thought for a second. Surely her Master wouldn't mind if two of His slaves made sure that they would get along without His commands to do so, right? She smirked playfully at the ceiling. She'd talk to Fleur later today. She looked out the window and noticed that it was still dark out, so, conjuring herself a new set of nightclothes, she rolled onto her side and went back to sleep.
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Harry shook his head at his near-loss of self-control in Tonks' room. He had the impulse to fetch Fleur and have a threesome between himself, the beautiful auror, and the gorgeous part-veela. He needed to get these emotions under control. He needed to rule his emotions, not be ruled by them. He clenched his fists, recalling that he needed to somehow sneak out of the house to speak with Draco Malfoy, and, on Friday, he'd need to do it again to get to the Leaky Cauldron. Not for the first time, he silently cursed Dumbledore, the Order, the Ministry, and Voldemort. This time, the curse was for making his life harder. Moody, with his eye's ability to see through illusion, didn't help much either. Damn them! Damn them all to hell!

He breathed deeply and slowly. Anger wasn't going to help him get out of this mess. Thus, he sat back in his armchair, steepled his fingers, and stared into the unlit fireplace, deep in thought.
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Narcissa stood in her bedroom, looking at herself in a mirror. She knew she looked good, so did her Master. She also knew that He had placed a large responsibility in her lap and she was determined to do her best for Him. She sat down at her desk, pulling out several sheets of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. She needed to compose a letter to her sister, and to a couple of other . . . individuals at her Master's behest. She started with the letter to Bella, since it would be the easiest.
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Dear Bella,

I have some startling news from a recent contact I made. You know how I don't have a dark mark, but I still serve? Well, this lack of an obvious way for the Dark Lord to keep track of me has brought me most joyous news for us. There is a defector from the barmy old codger's so-called Order of the Phoenix. This defector has the information as to where the headquarters is as well as how to get around the wards that have been placed on the building. This contact wants to meet with you, yes, you specifically, in the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade on Friday at 3 pm. I hope you take this contact up on the offer, and I also hope to see you again soon, my dear sister.

Love,
Narcissa
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Dear Mr. Bancroft,

Before you destroy this letter because you know who it's from, I would like you to know that this is not a recruitment request from the Dark Lord. I am contacting you on behalf of another. One who would prefer that the Dark Lord be destroyed. If you agree to meet with him, then all that I ask is that you come to the Tower of High Sorcery on Saturday. Thank you for your patience and attention.

Sincerely,
Narcissa
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Dear Harbinger Prasanta,

I know you can tell who wrote this letter. Rest assured, Voldemort did not bid me to do so, and neither did my husband. Recall what we discussed three years ago. I believe that the one you are searching for has come into his own. If you would like to meet with him, then I ask that you come to the Tower of High Sorcery on Saturday. I hope he is who you were looking for.

Sincerely,
Narcissa
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Narcissa sat back in her chair, wondering if her Master knew what He was getting Himself into, negotiating with her psychopathic sister, a vampire, and a half-demon.
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Author's Note: I have another little thought, and, for this, I'm asking my reader's opinions. I've reached a snag in the storyline running through my head. I have come to the conclusion that it might be possible, in my story, for my character of Dark Lord Tyriok (a.k.a. Harry Potter) to have a Dark Lady. Before you ask, yes, she will be canon, no, she won't be Ginny or Hermione, yes, I have already decided who it's going to be if I put her in, and no, she won't be one of his slaves that has her status increased. That information is if I choose to do it. I would like all of you to vote, which means review (or e-mail at lord_tyriok@hotmail.com). I am truly indifferent either way, so this will be entirely up to reader opinion majority.