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Lavender arrived at home with a minor concern on her face. She knew how her parents were and knew that if they'd found out what had happened between her and her new Master earlier that day that they'd punish her severely and then attempt to kill Him. The problem was that she still loved her parents, and she knew that neither one, nor the two of them together, would be able to take on her Master. She decided to tell a few choice lies to her parents instead of losing them to her powerfully magical Master. Before her parents could see her, she wiped the concern off her face and put on a look of contentment and slight excitement.

She recalled her attitude when she had received his letter. The famous Harry Potter, the foil of Voldemort, the one person who apparently was responsible for Fudge's resignation from the post of Minister of Magic (not that Scrimgeour was any better, really). Not only that, but since the events their fourth year, He had filled out a bit better. He'd grown, and He no longer looked underfed and scrawny. He was still thin, but was more like a whipcord, now. His physique contained within it a certain strength that made Him all the more attractive. In fact, she only knew of one or two witches at Hogwarts who weren't attracted to the boy-who-lived, and one of these had a good reason. One was Hermione Granger, who had known Him since their first year, and was treated as "one of the guys" by Harry, Ron, and Ron's siblings. The other was Lavender's friend Parvati, who was a bit irritated by Harry's actions at the Yule Ball their fourth year. However, His actions, she felt, were understandable. He had been thrust into a situation meant for individuals three years older than He, with a minimum of two years extra magical training and maturity. Add on to all that the fact that every year, there seemed to be an attempt on His life by Voldemort or his followers, his lack of tact and caring at the time was perfectly reasonable.

She had been elated when she told her mother that she had a date with Harry Potter. Her mother had been amazed, remembering that she (Lavender) had never talked about Him except in passing. Such as when Trelawney told Him that He was going to die a horrible death on the first day of Divination class. However, she, as any pureblooded mother would be, was elated that her daughter seemed to be making connections with the boy-who-lived. Lavender smiled internally. If only she knew she thought.

Now that she thought about it, though, she was surprised at the way the 'date' had gone. She had expected the food and the small talk. What she hadn't expected was the feeling of sheer bliss and obedience that ended abruptly only for her to find herself naked, underneath Him, and them having sex on a bed in one of the rooms of the Three Broomsticks. She wasn't sure what He had done to her afterwards, but her mind and perceptions had shifted so that she was willing to do whatever He wanted her to do. She knew a little French and a little Latin, so the words He uttered at her when He came in her translated into "Heart Bind" but she'd never even heard of that spell. She then gasped. She needed to talk to Him quickly. Her mother, being a stickler for blood purity, had charted Lavender's fertility cycle when she had her first period. She didn't know if it was pure coincidence, but Harry had fucked her at the height of her cycle. It was extremely likely that she would become pregnant from the sex that she'd had with Him. She wondered whether she should tell her mother, but then she remembered that neither her mother nor her father should know what happened. She'd have to talk to Him when she went to see Him in a few days.
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"Tonks," Harry groaned softly, "you can ask. However, I'm sure from how I'm lying here that you could probably deduce that I'm bloody exhausted and I'm still planning to meet with your Ms. Tate later today."

"Well, do you have to meet with her now?"

"No. I actually wanted to wait until just before closing time at the shop. Do you know when that is?"

"Yeah, and you've got nearly five hours before that happens. Why don't you take a nap?"

"Not a bad idea, Tonks, not a bad idea . . ." Harry trailed off as he fell asleep in the room. Tonks smirked as her Master fell asleep, naked, on the large bed in the room that He had rented. She knew He needed to relax, so working Him to erection so she could straddle Him and get that monster dick inside her dripping cunt was out of the question. However, she had other opportunities for actual sex later. Now, she wanted to comfort her Master. She approached the bed, shedding her clothes as she did so. She carefully mounted the bed, not wanting to wake Him because He needed to rest after over-extending himself earlier. She lay next to His legs and moved Her head carefully to His groin. She noticed that His dick was already halfway hard, and wondered if He were having a dream about herself. She slowly moved her head down, parting her lips, and taking His dick into her mouth. She softly suckled it, not performing the full strokes that would cause rapid orgasm in Him, but just sucking softly, both as a soothing method, as well as to arouse Him for His task in a few hours. She was surprised, and a little disappointed, when He didn't achieve full erection shortly after she started her ministrations. However, she chalked it up to His exhaustion and her tentativeness. As she continued, she felt extremely comfortable, so she also dozed off with His dick still between her lips.
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Harry awoke a few hours later to feel something warm engulfing his dick. He looked down and saw that Tonks had also fallen asleep, and had done so with his dick in her mouth. He smiled and reached down to stroke her hair. She shifted slightly and her tongue and hot mouth unconsciously working his dick got him to full erection in record time. Before he did anything, though, he looked at his watch and realized that he had less than an hour before the apothecary closed. He closed his eyes in resignation, opened them again, and reached down to grasp Tonks' head in his hands. She opened her eyes and looked up at him hopefully. He shook his head and she removed herself from her position and pouted at him. He smirked in response. "It's not that I don't want to, pet. It's that we can't. We have less than an hour until the apothecary closes, and I don't think I'll be recovered enough after what you wanted to do to do what I need to."

Harry stood up and he and Tonks got dressed again. After making sure that his wands were where they were supposed to be, Harry and Tonks left the pub and walked down the street towards the apothecary. Harry handed Tonks his invisibility cloak again, and she put it over herself. The pair walked into the apothecary not five minutes before closing time, Harry once again wishing for an ability like Moody's so he could see through invisibility cloaks, spells, disillusionment charms, and other forms of concealment, intentional or otherwise. Tonks positioned herself near the door, yet out of the way of anyone who might come in as well as out of the walkway of the witch who would close the shop. Harry approached the counter and asked, "Excuse me, do you happen to have runespoor scales?"

"Why yes, Mr. Potter. We have quite a large amount of that particular potions ingredient. May I ask what you'd need runespoor scales for?"

Harry didn't bother to ask how she knew his name. He was the fucking boy-who-lived! Everyone knew his name. "There's instructions for a certain inheritance claim potion in one of my vaults. It requires a significant amount of runespoor scales."

"Very well. For a second there, I thought you might want to train a basilisk."

"What?"

"Oh, oops. A basilisk's killing gaze can be avoided somewhat. Most of the time, when a basilisk gaze is viewed through a medium, the effect is mitigated somewhat, and the victim is petrified. If, however, the lenses are made entirely of runespoor scales, then the magic is fully negated, except for a slight headache from prolonged exposure."

"I didn't know that. I have to ask, though. Why is someone as knowledgeable about potions and magical creatures as you working here in an apothecary?"

She sneered, "Snape."

"The late Snape?"

"Late? He's dead?"

"Yep. Caught a stunner to the chest and fell down some stairs, breaking his neck."

The woman laughed coldly. "Good riddance to bad rubbish." Her expression became less nasty and more welcoming. "We are closing in five minutes. Are you going to buy those runespoor scales?"

"Yes. I would like half a pound of scales."

"That'll be twelve sickles."

Harry handed her a galleon, and when she turned her back to get his change, he flicked his wrist, Voldemort's wand flying into his hand. He pointed it at her and hissed, "Hypnos Inhibos." He saw her shudder slightly as the spell took hold, reducing her inhibitions and increasing her arousal. He smiled slightly as he recalled finding the spell in the library at the Tower. When she turned back around, Harry smiled warmly at her and said, "I have a job offer for you, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in discussing it."

She looked him up and down, "Yes, I would."

"Excellent. Where do you live?"

"Above the shop," her voice was breathy.

"How about you lock up and we can head up there and talk about it?"

She grinned ferally at him, making him realize that she may want to 'talk' about more than his job offer. After she quickly and efficiently locked up the shop, she and Harry (and the unseen Tonks) headed up to the woman's flat above the apothecary. As they entered, Tonks took up a position near the door, while Harry and Jessica sat in an armchair and a loveseat, respectively, while drinking tea. "What kind of job are you talking about?"

"Potions research and brewing. I don't know what Snape did, but it must have been effective for you not to be able to work anywhere but an apothecary. I'm willing to pay you more than you made at the apothecary as well as provide an unlimited research budget and access to some of the more obscure potions texts."

"Why?"

"Three reasons. One: I never liked 'Snivellus' Snape, so anyone he took the time to ruin is probably a good person. Second: You deserve better than what you have. I have a contact at the ministry and she informed me that you got an 'O' on your Potions NEWT. Third: I need certain potions made on a regular basis, such as healing potions. What do you say?"

"You make an astounding offer, so I have just one question: where would I be working?"

"The Tower of High Sorcery."

"You have access to that?" the hunger in her eyes was a lot more evident now.

"I own that," his reply was both succinct and effective.

Her eyes shone with admiration at his declaration. "That's supposed to have the single most extensive potions recipe book in existence! Now I know I'll be accepting this job."

Harry smirked slightly as he moved over to the loveseat and casually rested his hand on her knee. "I'm glad to hear it." Tonks, who was watching this whole exchange, was surprised when she noticed Jessica's response to Harry's hand. Instead of moving away or ignoring it, she shifted slightly, somehow bringing His hand further up her leg to rest on her thigh. Tonks also noticed that Jessica's eyes seemed to be clouded with desire. Silently making a bet with herself, Tonks gave the other woman about five minutes before the first kiss.

Harry shifted himself on the loveseat, bringing his body into even closer contact with hers. He also ran his hand further up her leg to the junction of her thighs as he leaned close to her. He shifted his other hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to hers. He inhaled through his nose a little when her tongue met his. She tasted like cherries. He removed his hand from between her thighs and brought it up to the neckline of her robe. They continued to kiss as he loosened her robe. As her hands were loose, she shrugged out of her robes and undid her front-clasp bra. Harry smiled against her lips as he shifted his hands to her breasts, fondling and caressing them. He let go of her left breast to wave his hand over her panties, vanishing them. Then, her hands were at his belt and the buttons of his shirt. She managed to get his clothing loosened enough for him to remove it all quickly. He released her lips and moved his own lips down to her neck as he placed his hands on her hips and shifted her onto his lap. She rose up and grasped his dick in her hands, guiding the head to her pussy. She sank down onto him, her tight cunt gripping his cock hard enough to nearly pull him off the loveseat. Her tight cunt indicating that she had clearly not been laid in at least two months, Harry began to thrust up into her, increasing her pleasure. She came while riding him not two minutes into the sex. Harry didn't last as long as he usually did, only twenty minutes later, he felt the familiar stirrings that said that he was about to cum. He pulled out his wand, pointed it at her, and whispered, "Coeur Corvée" just before he came inside her.

He pulled out of her and spoke, "I happen to have several cauldrons and a large selection of potions supplies, including some extremely rare ones, at the Tower. If there's anything you need to pack, I suggest you do so now. Jessica nodded and ran, still naked, to her bedroom, packing a selection of clothing and a few other odds and ends. When she came back out into the room, she was redressed and holding a small bag, and Harry handed her another choker. He took her hand and he, Jessica, and Tonks (still invisible) apparated to the Tower of High Sorcery. After getting Jessica settled into the master bedroom (as well as introducing her to Narcissa), and showing her where the potions lab was, Harry sat down with the two current permanent witch residents of the Tower for some of his instructions. "Narcissa, Jessica, I have a task that I want you to do for me."

"What is it, Master?" Narcissa voiced her curiosity.

"There's a muggle I'd like you to kidnap for me. She's sixteen, nearly seventeen, and lives in America. Her name is Emmanuelle Rossum, though she's credited as Emmy in the movies she's had roles in."

"Do you know where she might be?"

"Unfortunately, no. I would suspect that she's still going to school, though. I can, however, show you what she looks like. /Aparecium imagines/." An image appeared in front of him, one that the two other women could look at. It showed wavy brown hair that fell just below her shoulders and a tight, lithe body. "I know next to nothing about her, but I figure between two talented witches, you can find her and get her back here as quickly as possible. However, if you don't find her by Saturday morning, I will need you, Narcissa, to return here because of those meetings that you've set up for me, as I will want both you and your niece to take part." The blonde witch nods in agreement. "One more thing, since neither of you are technically authorized to take money out of my Gringott's account, I have something for you." Silently conjuring a small bag, he reaches into his own larger bag and begins to place Galleons into it. He hands the small bag to Narcissa, "This contains five thousand Galleons. I figure that will be enough to cover all expenses on the journey, seeing as how you two are fully trained and experienced witches." The pair looked at each other, and then stood up and left the master bedroom. Harry then looked up at Tonks, "I think we should head back to Grimmauld Place now. We need to talk to Fleur and then I need to speak with Dumbledore." Tonks and Harry walked out of the master bedroom together, and then Harry wrapped her in his arms and delivered a passionate kiss to her lips as they apparated out. They appeared in Harry's bedroom in Grimmauld Place, and Tonks left the room to go fetch Fleur.

Five minutes later, the two women returned to find Harry sitting in his armchair again. Tonks sat in the other armchair, while Fleur sat at her Master's feet. "Ladies, I'm letting you know that tomorrow, we will be moving to the Tower on a permanent basis. Tomorrow, this residence is going to be attacked, and we will 'die.' What will really happen is that we will transfigure the bodies of three death eaters to look like us, and we will leave here for good."

"Vy are we doing zis, Master?" Fleur asked.

"Simple. If there's an attack here and we live, then Dumbledore will take us somewhere else. If we die, however, they won't search for us, we will be lost to the Wizarding world. Are we understood?" The two women nodded at their Master. "Good. Fleur, you may not have to overreact regarding Bill if he's not found before tomorrow night. Now, I have to talk to Dumbledore."

Harry sat staring at the heatless flames for a few minutes after Fleur and Tonks left. He needed to carefully consider all his options. Dumbledore wasn't stupid, far from it, he was considered a very powerful wizard. It was acknowledged that Dumbledore was the only wizard that Voldemort had ever been afraid of. Harry snorted his amusement at that thought. Voldemort had certainly been afraid just before his heart collapsed. Perhaps the most amusing thing to Harry was that he hadn't actually killed Voldemort, just his physical form. The shadow spell he'd cast with his hand in Voldemort's chest cavity had drained the pathetic dark lord of his soul and mind, adding the late parseltongue's knowledge and power to Harry's own. What that especially meant was that Harry had access to all of Voldemort's Horcruxes and knew exactly where they were, as well as their status. One was destroyed: Riddle's diary. Harry himself had destroyed it in his second year. The rest . . . Harry sat up. There was one here in the house! He could feel its magic resonating with his own. He was surprised that he'd never noticed it before. He didn't know how it got here, and none of Voldemort's memories contained any knowledge about the fact that the Horcrux was indeed here. He'd go locate it after he spoke with Dumbledore. Harry stood up and left the room, intent plain on his mind.

Harry found Dumbledore in the library, reading a strange book that Harry had never seen before. "Good evening, professor."

"Good evening Harry, how's your training going?"

"Not too badly professor, Tonks is showing me loads of tricks for mage combat and dueling." Dumbledore nodded, with that irritating twinkle in his eye. "Professor? What's that you're reading, I've never seen it in this library before."

"That's because it isn't from this library, Harry. The wards around Hogwarts registered a breach of security at the main door yesterday, and another spike of strange power earlier today. I was unable to determine the nature of the magic registered, so I borrowed this book from the Gringotts Curse-Breakers to check the nature of wards and to determine if, perhaps, they had run into another kind of magic that I had not."

"Oh, that reminds me, there were a couple of things I wanted to warn you about. First off, Peter Pettigrew, who is a servant of Voldemort, was a Marauder when he was in school, meaning that he knows about the secret passages that lead into the school, including the one that I know you know about, sir."

"Oh? There's one that you're sure I know?"

"Yes, you used to have Madam Pomfrey take Remus down to that passage, beneath the Whomping Willow, that led to the Shrieking Shack."

"How right you are, Harry, and I've had that passage sealed."

"There's another one that's a lot more reliable, sir. It gets the traveler directly into the castle and empties onto the third floor."

"Where is the other end of this passage? How do you know of this?"

"Well, the Hogsmeade end is the basement of Honeydukes. The reason I know about it is this, sir." Harry pulled out the Marauder's Map and handed it to Dumbledore.

"I can sense the magic in the item, Harry, but I don't know how to activate it."

"Simple, sir. You tap it with your wand and you say, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.' When you're done, you can wipe it clean by tapping it again and saying, 'Mischief managed!'"

"Why are you telling me this, Harry?"

"Because I am not at Hogwarts right now, Professor. You need it more than I right now, since you have three of Voldemort's remaining Death Eaters in custody there."

"How did you know that?" Dumbledore's voice was sharp with suspicion.

"Lucky guess, sir. You don't trust Fudge and the ministry, so they wouldn't be in their custody. The three obviously aren't here, I've looked. That leaves Hogwarts. One other thing, sir. I'm concerned about the safety of headquarters. If Snape was willing to come to Privet Drive to kill me, don't you think it might be possible for him to have smuggled one of your notes to the death eaters?"

Dumbledore looked surprised and concerned for a second, then returned his gaze to its usual placid one. "I had not thought of that, Harry. Thank you." Harry nodded silently and left the room, heading to the den where the trophy cabinets were. After defeating the spells that were placed to defend the prizes, Harry reached in and retrieved Slytherin's locket. He placed it around his own neck underneath his shirt and returned to his room to get a decent night's sleep before his business the next day.
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The next day, Harry slept late. He woke up when he heard the distinctive 'pop' of someone apparating into his room. He cautiously opened one eye, and then relaxed. It was Fleur, and she was naked. She walked forward and removed the coverings, following her action by removing his boxers. At the movement, he opened his eyes fully to look at her. He was shocked when he noticed tears in her eyes. "Master, do you no longer find me attractive? You 'ave not fucked me since Wendesday, and that was with another one of Your slaves. I need you, Master." As his eyes roved over her beautiful face and perfect body, he found his cock getting hard.

He reached up and caressed her cheek, "I'm sorry, pet, that you felt that I was ignoring you. I just had so much to do that I didn't think about much else." Harry looked over at the endtable, and noticed that it was after ten in the morning. "Pet, is anyone else here?"

"Oui, master. Molly is 'ere, as are Ron, 'Ermione, Ginny, and Tonks."

"And where are they all?"

"Ginny, I do not know. Ron is eating in the kitchen," Fleur wrinkled her nose at Ron's eating habits, "and talking to his muzzer. Tonks said she 'ad to leave for work, but then she apparated back to our room and took my form so I could come here. 'Ermione is probably in the library." Fleur then looked down at her Master's dick and licked her lips. She completely engulfed him, his cock sliding into her throat. As she did that, Harry cast a silencing charm on the door as well as locking it magically. He then lay back and enjoyed the sensation as his primary slave sucked his dick. After getting him fully hard, though, she removed her mouth from his cock and mounted him, sliding him into her cunt. She moaned as he filled her pussy completely, and then she began to ride him. Harry brought his hands up and cupped her breasts, fondling and caressing them. Not ten minutes into the act, Harry felt her pussy tighten around his dick, and she leaned her head back and moaned out her orgasm.

After her first orgasm, Harry decided to change position and sat up on the bed, remaining buried inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her lips. He then moved his kisses to the tip of her nose, her earlobe, down her cheek to her jaw, then down her neck and further down until he came to her breasts. He sucked one of the nipples into his mouth while he massaged the other breast, using his other arm to hold her up. Continuing to thrust into her, he shifted his attentions to her other breast, bringing his hand that was on that breast down to her cunt, lightly stroking her clit with his thumb. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth up to hers, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss just before she moaned as she orgasmed again. Harry, however, was still going strong, continuing to fuck his sexy slave.

He leaned back again, pulling her down atop him and delivering another searing kiss. He rolled over so he was on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around his. He pinned her arms to the bed and continued to fuck her. She moaned beneath him. He could barely make out the words, "Master, Master, fuck me 'arder. 'Arderrrrrr." Harry readily complied, pulling out and then slamming back into her. Her face was flushed and she tossed her head back and forth, her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she came yet again, only this time, Harry came with her, filling her tight cunt with his cum.

A few minutes later, having calmed back down, Harry pulled out of Fleur, who was now asleep after exerting herself so heavily, and walked across the room to the bathroom to shower, shave and get ready for his meeting with Bellatrix. He knew that he had to bring Tonks along, as she was his bodyguard, so after he was finished getting cleaned up and dressed in nondescript clothing along with a magical cloak with a concealment charm on the hood, he picked up Fleur in his arms, quickly cleaning up the cum before it spilled out of her and onto him. He apparated with her sleeping form up to her bedroom. He tapped Tonks (who was still in Fleur's form) on the shoulder, and Tonks changed back into her usual form while Harry carefully placed Fleur under the covers on her bed and left her sleeping. He looked at Tonks, who rapidly changed into clothes that closely matched Harry's, especially the cloak. The pair of them apparated to Hogsmeade and ate lunch at the Three Broomsticks again.

An hour later, the pair had finished their lunch and spent much of the rest of the time wandering around the village, stopping at Zonko's and Gladrags, browsing but not purchasing anything. At last, it came to be 2:45, so Harry and Tonks made their way over to the shrieking shack and apparated inside. Tonks put on Harry's invisibility cloak and the pair of them relaxed a touch and waited. Precisely at 3:00, Bellatrix Lestrange apparated into the main room of the Shrieking Shack. She found herself at wandpoint and felt a spell hit her in the back. The wizard in front of her said, "Hand over your wand, death eater. I need to be certain that you won't try anything while I tell you the information you want." Bellatrix felt uncomfortable, but realized she was outnumbered and so she complied. "Better, Mrs. Lestrange. Much better."

"You know who I am?" Bellatrix was slightly astonished.

"Of course I do. I specifically requested that your sister contact you so I could give you this information. Now, do you know how a Fidelius Charm works?"

"Yes. The location under the charm cannot be located unless the secret-keeper divulges the information willingly."

"Precisely. The headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix is under a Fidelius Charm. However, this piece of parchment will enable you to get around the wards." Harry handed her the note from Dumbledore that he'd found in Snape's pocket. "Once you read the piece of parchment, then you will understand exactly what I mean. Now, your wand will be in the next room, and my friends and I will leave. Good-bye Mrs. Lestrange." Harry and Tonks left the room but not before Bellatrix opened the scrap and looked at it. Harry knew she understood exactly what it meant when she cursed under her breath. The writing on the note was Albus Dumbledore's.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at #12 Grimmauld Place.