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Dinner at 12 Grimmauld Place that night was uneventful at best. Harry and Arthur discussed the benefits of magic use over muggle technology for various topics. Most of the time, magic won over against technology, though there were a few exceptions, such as a computer to document and store information as well as to write documents on. Ginny fawned over Harry's new owl, which he had named Elayne, and, during a pause in the conversation between Arthur and Harry, Hermione asked Harry how he had chosen the owl.

"I liked her attitude," was his answer. At everyone's questioning glance, he decided to elaborate. "When I walked into Eeylop's Owl Emporium, she looked at me and hissed as I walked in. I knew she was feisty, so I picked her up. Now, of course, she's less feisty, but that's because I'm the one feeding her, isn't that right, Elayne?" He stroked her feathered head and fed her some of the pot roast they were eating that night.

Dumbledore, who was there for dinner that night, noticed a glitter on Harry's hand from across the table as he stroked his new owl. Finally, he asked him, "Harry, what are those rings on your fingers?"

"Oh, these? Professor, these are signets. The ones on my left hand are family signets, and the ones on my right are personal signets of three of the four Hogwarts founders." He shifted his look to the twins, "Hey, you guys got it right three years ago anyway."

"What do you mean?" one of the twins-Fred, Harry thought-asked.

Harry pulled the ring off his ring finger of his right hand and tossed it across the table at them. "I really am Slytherin's heir. Though, to be fair, I'm also Gryffindor's as well as Ravenclaw's."

"What?" Hermione looked at him in shock.

"It's quite simple, really. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were having sexual relations at the very least back when they were alive. Ravenclaw became pregnant and had a daughter, who married a man named Potter, thus setting that bloodline. Meanwhile, Slytherin had a son with a witch whose name remains unknown. This son married another pureblood whose children, about three generations before me, had a squib for a child. This line continued to be non-magical until the birth of my mother, who had the magic in her again after two generations without it, as well as a sister without it. She married my father, and that was that."

"So, you're the descendant of three of the Hogwarts founders?" Hermione's incredulous stare was topped only by Ginny's hungry look.

The twins looked at each other, and then rapidly stood up and walked over to stand just behind Harry, and then they prostrated themselves on the floor, bowing repeatedly and intoning, "We are not worthy. We are not worthy. Please forgive us, milord. We are not worthy." Harry, Arthur, Dumbledore, Ron, Ginny, Moody and Tonks chuckled, while Hermione, Molly, and Fleur sniffed in almost the same fashion. The three women looked at each other, shook their heads, and then looked back at the twins, who had stopped speaking, and were now just pressing their foreheads to the floor.

Fighting to keep a straight face, Harry intoned in as haughty a manner as possible, "While I'm flattered at your lowly attentions, it's not necessary to do that. All you must do is kiss my ring." He held out his left hand, shifting his fingers slightly so the Potter ring was foremost.

The twins looked at each other and then cheered, "He finds us worthy! He finds us worthy!" Each kissed his ring a few times while the other nuzzled his other hand. The sniffs and chuckles intensified. The twins suddenly scampered off to their seats. They sat back down and they and Harry laughed loudly at the joke. The twins then looked at the Slytherin ring and tossed it back to Harry, who caught it and put it back on his hand. As the laughter died down, Molly brought dessert to the table.

After dinner, the twins apparated back to their shop in Diagon Alley, while Ron, Ginny, and Hermione headed upstairs. Moody tromped out the door, and Arthur stumbled over a loose floorboard in the doorway and fell to the floor with a crash. Everyone tensed up, but when no noise came, Molly and Arthur strode over to the curtain behind which the portrait of Mrs. Black used to reside only to find nothing there. The two of them turned back to the rest of the people with shocked looks on their faces. "Who got her down? How? We tried everything!"

Harry chuckled. "No, you didn't. Actually, I'm surprised Hermione didn't suggest it, she's always going on about logic and deduction. See, the painting was warded, but the wall around it wasn't. I cut around the painting and then repaired the wall."

"Well, where's the portrait?"

"I burned it in the fireplace in my room."

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling, and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Well done," he said quietly. Harry smiled back, though his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Professor, Tonks and I would like to talk to you about something," Harry turned around to look up into Dumbledore's eyes as he spoke.

"Of course, Harry. If you and Miss Tonks will meet me in the library, then we can speak. The three headed into the library, where Tonks shut the door and all three sat down.

Tonks turned to Dumbledore, "I've found this small island off the coast of Britain. I was thinking of taking Harry there to train him up in some of the Auror techniques in dueling and some of the spells we learn for his fight against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"Say Voldemort, Tonks," Dumbledore murmured quietly. "I believe your idea has some merit, but how will you train when Harry can't cast spells with his wand?"

"It's simple, professor," Harry responded to the question, "I found another wand that I can handle reasonably well in one of the vaults."

"Whose wand is it?"

"I believe that it belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw, sir. Also, it'd be better if I didn't use my own wand. That way, I'll have to concentrate extra hard on the spells, so when I use my own wand, they'll come much easier." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully at Harry's last comment.

"I'll agree to your proposal, Tonks. I think it might be a good idea."

Harry's response was extremely enthusiastic, "Thank you, professor!"
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The next day, after breakfast, Harry and Tonks apparated to Hogsmeade and immediately went to the Three Broomsticks. "Harry," Tonks' curiosity was palpable, "what are we doing here so early?"

"We're waiting for Honeydukes to open," was the only answer Harry gave.

"Why?"

"There's a secret passage in the basement of the sweet shop. We're going into Hogwarts to find Malfoy and his companions. I have a deal to make with him."

"And afterwards?"

"Why, I've got a 'date' with Lavender Brown. Once that's over with, how about we go speak to Ms. Tate?" Tonks grinned at her Master and they nodded in unison.

They sat in the nearly empty pub for just over an hour when Harry and Tonks walked outside to find that Honeydukes was now open for business. Tonks morphed herself into a little girl, smaller than Ginny, and Harry threw his invisibility cloak over the pair of them. They silently entered the shop, Tonks hanging onto Harry to avoid falling over due to her natural clumsiness. The pair of them walked down the stairs into the basement and located a trapdoor under a box. Tonks silently moved the box out of the way with her wand, and they opened the trapdoor and descended the staircase. Closing the door behind them, Harry removed the invisibility cloak and folded it up under his arm. "/Lumos/," he muttered and the tip of his wand lit. The pair of them made their way down the passageway until they came to a blank stone wall. Harry then pulled an old piece of parchment out of his pocket and handed it to Tonks. "Tap the parchment with your wand and say, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.'" Tonks complied, and her eyes widened as lines of ink formed on the map.

"Master, who are these four men?"

"Oh, you mean Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs? Well, Prongs was my dad, and Wormtail is Peter Pettigrew, a death eater. Now, as you know who Prongs was, can you guess who the other two are?"

"Well, if they were friends of Your father, then that would make them Remus and Sirius. I would guess that Remus' nickname was Moony, as he was a werewolf, while Sirius would have been Padfoot."

"Very good." Harry whispered. Then he whispered, "Diffindo" while tapping the stone wall. It opened slightly, and Harry climbed through before giving Tonks a hand through the hole. "Map please, my dear." She handed it over, and he looked at it carefully. "Alright, we've got to make it down to the dungeons. It seems they're keeping the three men in a private suite of some sort. Let's go." He took off, alternately watching the map and the corridor. After about ten minutes of wandering, they found where the three were placed. The door was iron and locked, though. After trying for several minutes and getting nowhere, they stepped back exasperatedly. "This is strange. The door has no keyhole, the unlocking charm doesn't work, and we obviously can't apparate inside." Then he grinned. "Tonks, wear this," he handed her the invisibility cloak, "I can get in alone." Tonks' eyes widened as she saw her Master use his new magic for the first time. "/Hominus tenebra/," he muttered, and he seemed to turn a uniform black all over, like darkness or a shadow. He squeezed through the seam between the floor and the bottom of the door.

On the other side of the door were three men, who were obviously shocked to see some dark form come from under the door. Their eyes widened when the shadowy figure resolved into Harry Potter. They all began to rush at him, but they were held off by some sort of shield conjured by Harry. Harry turned and rapidly stunned the other two men, but then spoke to Malfoy, "I have a proposal for you, if you'd care to listen."

"I'm listening, Potter," Malfoy's voice was cold.

"How would you like to get out of here?"

"What? Why?"

"Because I swore a wizard's oath to your mother to get you free."

"Why would you do something like that?" Malfoy's voice was filled with contempt.

"Call it my Gryffindor soft spot for a mother in distress. Anyway, I'm willing to get you and your two companions out of here, as well as give you a way to get more control over the death eaters."

"How so?" Malfoy's Slytherin ambition was extremely palbable.

In response, Harry waved his wand at Malfoy. "There, now, to those with a dark mark, you'll look like Voldemort and can command them after you sleep for at least three hours. But remember the consequences if you screw up. Now, your new second-in-command, Bellatrix Lestrange, is going to come to you tomorrow with a small piece of paper that will enable you to organize an attack on the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Plan it out, make it perfect. I know how I'd do it, but if you want my help, you can ask for it."

"Well, Potter, how would you go about assaulting the headquarters of the so-called Order of the Phoenix?"

"Simply put, attack them late at night, such as at three in the morning, which is when they will be at their most tired. The piece of paper will enable you to bypass most of the wards. Send a couple onto the roof to get in through the attic to surprise any who try to hide."

"Is that all?"

"Well, be prepared for Dumbledore, and don't rely on illusions, Moody can see through them. If you win-I'm being realistic-burn the house."

"That's all? How are you getting us out of here?"

"I'm going to blow the door open, from the outside, so it'll look like someone came and broke you out, such as Wormtail. Is he still alive?"

"As far as I know."

Harry nodded and hissed, "/Hominus tenebra/." In his shadow form, he squeezed back out and then, upon reforming, turned back to the door. Holding his hands out as though pressing against something about eight inches further out than the door, Harry muttered, "/Tenebra motile/." A wave of darkness shot out of his hands and shattered the door. Harry walked in and woke up the two stunned death eaters. "Let's go, gentlemen." Harry handed a package to Malfoy. "For when you leave Hogsmeade." Tonks and Harry led them out of the castle, through the secret passage, and into Honeydukes. The five of them exited the store through the use of a couple of disillusionment charms. Harry and Tonks remained in the village as the three death eaters left.

Tonks returned Harry's invisibility cloak, and turned into an old woman. She entered the Three Broomsticks, while Harry stood outside for a while, checking his watch. He found that it was ten minutes until noon, and he walked inside and sat down at a small table in the corner. Toying with a bracelet that he'd bought, he tapped it with his wand and muttered, "/Portus/." Five minutes later, Lavender Brown came tumbling out of the fireplace, apparently having Floo'd to the pub. She spotted Harry over in the corner and came and sat down with him. Madame Rosmerta came over and took their orders. Lavender ordered a butterbeer and some soup and salad. Harry ordered some pumpkin juice along with a Reuben sandwich along with some soup of his own. They ate and made small talk about the summer and the year before, as well as the year after. Lavender mentioned that her friend Parvati was still pretty pissed at Harry. Harry just chuckled and said that he understood, he hadn't been very good company. Then, over drinks, Harry muttered, "/Imperio/." He mentally commanded the unfortunate girl to follow him up the stairs to a room that he'd already rented-he did know what he was going to do, after all.

Another mental command quickly divested her of her clothing, while another got her onto the bed. He slid a finger into her, finding her wet. He took off his own clothes, and entered her in one plunge. She hissed slightly, but when her mind told her to continue to fuck him, she did as she was commanded. Harry released his hold on her mind and continued to thrust into her. She writhed underneath him, trying to escape. She screamed several times, but he had cast a silencing charm on the room, so no one would hear. Despite the fact that he was, in fact, raping her, she came to several orgasms before he felt his own coming on. He pointed his wand at her and muttered, "Coeur corvée" just before he exploded within her tight, virgin cunt. He pulled out of her, still hard, and took his time to admire her form. She really was quite beautiful. She had nice large, yet full and firm, breasts for a girl who was only fifteen. He noticed that she had no hair on her cunt, and he smirked slightly at that.

"Master?" her voice startled him out of his reverie.

"Yes?"

"May I service You again?"

"Of course, my dear. What did you have in mind?" Lavender stood up off the bed, and he saw trails of his cum running down her thighs. She pushed him down on the bed until he was sitting down and took his dick into her mouth. Within a couple of minutes, she had him back to fully hard. She then wrapped her gorgeously large breasts around his dick and proceeded to use the valley between her breasts to fuck him. On every downstroke, when his dick was the most visible, she would briefly take the head into her mouth. He tensed slightly, and she let go of her breasts and took him into her mouth fully again. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed languorously. He then pulled her up to sit next to him. He now handed her the regulation choker, and she put it on. He placed a bracelet on her wrist. "This is a portkey. When next I want you to come to me, it will be on a more permanent basis. When you feel the choker grow warm, you are to say, "Draconium," quite clearly. What will happen is that you will instantly be transported to one of my castles." Lavender nodded her understanding and gathered up her clothes before she left the room. Harry collapsed on the bed as she left, and Tonks walked in.

"Dare I ask how that went?"