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Author's Note: I have a not inconsiderable question for any of you who read this fic. I need to know if the books make it absolutely clear the years in which they are set. I see many authors setting the attack on Harry's parents in 1980 or 1981, which would put OotP in 1995-96 in the former case or 96-97 in the latter. It doesn't really matter, except that if it does, then I have to make the setting in this fic clearer. I would suggest letting me know in a review or through e-mail. My e-mail address is lord_tyriok@hotmail.com
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Jessica stood alongside another of her Master's slaves, Narcissa, outside the Tower of High Sorcery. The pair of them were waiting for the return letter from the Ministry that would allow Narcissa and a friend to use a portkey to cross the ocean and for them to pick someone up and return in the same fashion. The good news is that Narcissa had sent the letter, and the head of the Department of Magical Transportation was a friend of the Black and Malfoy families, so the permit should only be a formality.

As they waited, Jessica thought back to earlier that day, when she had been claimed. She recognized Him as He walked into the apothecary. He was probably the only student in Hogwarts that Snape hated more than herself. She smiled, recalling when He had called him 'Snivellus' and 'the late Snape.' She decided to ask Him where 'Snivellus' came from when she next had the time. She was undeniably happy when He had told her that her tormentor was dead, but the job offer had been even more surprising and had caused more elation. She realized that even though He probably had no intention of paying her now, since she was His to do with as He pleased, the research budget was still unlimited, and as long as she asked His permission first, she could probably experiment and research as much as she wanted.

What she didn't understand was why she did what she did. She didn't have a boyfriend, but she wasn't ruled by her passions. She had been a member of Ravenclaw, for heaven's sake. She wondered what it was about Him that it seem right that even though they really didn't know each other, He could still feel her up, kiss her, fuck her. She was under no illusions. They hadn't 'made love' or even 'had sex.' It was raw lust driving her actions. They'd fucked. He hadn't asked for her to change her personality, though. She was devoted to Him, she would do what He asked her to do, but her interests, her passions, would still drive the majority of her behavior. In that context, she could deal with what happened, with being bound to Him. Abruptly, a barn owl flew over the water and alighted on Narcissa's shoulder. It was the reply from the Ministry. The older blonde looked at her and nodded, then both grabbed the pair of muggle handcuffs and felt the familiar jerk just behind the navel.
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Ginny Weasley ran into her room crying. She had accidentally witnessed an act that would haunt her forever. Ever since he'd saved her from the Chamber of Secrets, she'd been in love with Harry Potter. Ever since Tom Riddle had possessed her, she'd had the most horrendous nightmares of dead chickens, blood, and petrified individuals, not to mention visions that the great snake would turn its gaze onto her, fatally. This past summer, her best sleep was at the World Cup, when she was within twenty feet of Harry. So, when she'd woken up at two in the morning from a particularly horrific nightmare, she had snuck down the stairs and into Harry's room. She saw his invisibility cloak draped over the desk in the corner. She'd put it on and, not wanting to wake him up, had fallen asleep in his chair by the fireplace, which contained traces of his scent and his presence. Because of the exhaustion of the previous days and less than perfect sleep, she'd slept late, waking up at the soft 'pop' of a well-done apparition.

She had looked at the source of the noise and nearly fainted at what she'd seen. There was her brother's fiancée, apparating into Harry's bedroom completely naked. The actions that followed had caused her to be thunderstruck. Harry had proceeded to call her 'pet' and she had called him 'master.' He'd asked about who was in the house, and Ginny found out that Tonks was in on the whole conspiracy. Fleur and Harry had then proceeded to have passionate sex on his bed, and not for the first time, according what she'd heard. They'd fucked, along with another woman, two days previous! Admittedly, she had licked her lips at the sight of Harry's erect dick, and would have fantasies of him using that gloriously large cock to pound away at herself, but she couldn't believe that her Gryffindor Golden Boy was fucking her brother's wife-to-be.

She needed to talk to someone, someone who wouldn't betray her trust. However, the only two people she knew who would do that were the man involved in this situation, and the other was dead. She almost wished she still had Riddle's diary, he could have offered some insight, even if he had turned out to be evil and sadistic. She considered the people she knew. She couldn't talk to her mother, or her father. Hermione and Ron were out, as were most of the surviving members of the Order. That left family. She needed someone who would be able to listen and provide insight without telling her parents or some other authority figure. Her tears slowed a bit as she decided that she needed to talk to the twins. They were able to bypass their mother because of the business and they might know some of what was going on. She cleaned herself up and went downstairs to talk to her mom.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she noticed her brother was still down there, eating. He was asking questions to their mother about how to get Harry to trust the three of them again. Ginny waited for a lull in conversation before she spoke. "Mum, can I go visit the twins today?"

"Where? In their shop?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know, Diagon Alley isn't perfectly safe . . ."

"Come on, mum. I'll floo right to their apartment over the shop and I'll be back before dinner. Please?"

"Fine. Go."

Ginny thanked her and moved to the fireplace. She pulled out a pinch of Floo Powder and threw it into the flames. She stepped into the now green flames and said in a clear voice, "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!" The she spun around in the flames and appeared in the fireplace in the anteroom to her brothers' store. She stumbled out, but caught herself before she fell on her face the way Harry always seemed to. Tears threatened to spill down her face as she thought of Harry again. She wiped her eyes and walked into the main part of the store. She noticed her brothers' friend Lee Jordan behind the counter. She walked up to him. "Lee, how have you been?"

"Not too bad, Ginny, not too bad. What's up?"

"Are either of my brothers available?"

"I don't know about George, I think he was doing some research, and you really don't want to interrupt that. Fred, I think, is checking some of our mail-order service items. Let me go check for you."

"That's a good idea, Lee. And you're right, I definitely don't want to interrupt George while he's researching and experimenting." Lee left the storefront, and Ginny browsed around the store, not really looking for anything, and not really caring either. A couple of minutes later, Lee returned with Fred and the latter came up to her.

"You wanted to see me, little Gin?"

"Can we talk in private, Fred?"

Fred, seeing that his sister was upset, decided to forgo the usual protestations that he was George, not Fred. "Sure. Let's go up to the flat." Fred led Ginny through the back room and to the staircase that led up to the flat that he shared with his twin. When they got inside, he led her to the living room and placed a cup of tea in front of her. She took a sip and gasped as she felt a tingling warmth flow down her throat.

"Fred, what was that?"

"You looked like you might need something more than tea, so I added some brandy to it. Now, what did you want to talk about?"

"Harry," Ginny started to sob again, "he . . ." she couldn't continue.

The look on her brother's face changed to one of murder, "He took advantage of you, didn't he Gin? I'll kill him. I'll go get George and we'll kill him. Where did I put those old beater bats?" He started to look around the room, searching cabinets and chests."

"No! Fred. I'm still a virgin. Harry did something, but he didn't do it to me. What he did just hurts, bad. I'm also confused."

Fred calmed down significantly and sat next to his sister. "Well, what did he do, Gin?"

"You remember in my first year, the Chamber of Secrets being opened?"

"Yeah. I remember you were taken down into the Chamber, and that Ron and Harry rescued you. Mum was kinda vague on the details, though."

"That's 'cause Dumbledore asked her to. See, when we went to Flourish and Blott's to pick up our books for the next year, Lucius Malfoy slipped another book into my cauldron. It turned out to be an old diary that had some intelligence to it. I was writing to the other being in the diary, and he was writing back. I told him everything, since I didn't know it could be dangerous. I mean, the owner of the diary had the unassuming name of Tom Riddle. How dangerous could he be? I had even found that he was given a special award for services to the school, just like Harry and Ron got when they rescued me. I thought he was harmless." She paused, then continued in a deadpan voice, "Then he started to possess me. As I used the diary more and more, he began to gain more control over me. Remember those messages written on the walls? He had me paint them. Remember when the chickens were killed at Hagrid's? That was me as well, being controlled by Riddle. He taught me how to open the Chamber and I released the creature that lived within, a Basilisk. It turned out, however, that Riddle was the childhood name of V-v-voldemort and so, ever since then, when Harry rescued me, I've been having the most horrific nightmares of the whole ordeal. The first time I truly had a restful sleep was when Harry came to the Burrow before the World Cup. As long as he's close by, I can sleep pretty well, so Hogwarts isn't too bad. But last night, I had a really nasty nightmare involving the current look of Voldemort, the Basilisk's eyes, and a dead chicken draped around my neck. So I went to Harry's room and opened the door. He was asleep, so I put on his invisibility cloak and slept in his armchair by the fire. It was perfect. I was able to get the best sleep I've ever had."

"Gin, I understand that this nightmare thing is troubling you, but that's not something Harry did. What did he do?"

"I'm getting to that. I just didn't want you to think less of me for sneaking into Harry's room. I woke up when I heard the 'pop' of someone apparating. I looked and Fleur had apparated into the room! She was completely naked, and-and-and . . ." she broke off into more sobbing.

"Let me guess, she seduced him?"

"No!" Ginny was shouting now. "That's the worst of it. She begged him! She begged him to fuck her, saying that he hadn't touched her since Wednesday! She called him master and he called her pet! And what about Bill? She's engaged to our oldest brother, isn't she? We'd have heard if one of them broke it off, wouldn't we? I don't understand." Her last sentence came out as barely a whisper.

"Well, the best situation would be that they did break it off, and Bill doesn't want to tell us because of the reason."

"What reason could there be, though?"

"Ummmmm," Fred turned a shade of red that would have done Ron justice.

"Come on, Fred, tell me. Get me to understand."

"Okay. You said he called her 'pet' and she called him 'master,' right?"

"Yes . . ." Ginny trailed off.

"Well, there are certain people who, as part of their . . . sexual activities, get involved in what is known as BDSM. This is an acronym for Bondage, Domination, Sadism, and Masochism. It might be that Harry and Fleur are both into the game, and have hooked up because they know each other. Harry would be the dominator, and Fleur would be what is known as a submissive. There are varying levels of domination, but in almost all of them, the submissive calls the dominator some term that basically connotes ownership, such as 'master' or 'lord.' In some cases, the submissive is someone who just feels the need to lose control on occasion, and the dominator helps with that. In others, the dominator effectively owns the submissive, and she does everything asked of her by her master." Ginny gradually grew more and more red as Fred explained what he considered the 'best' situation.

"Fred, you called that the 'best' situation. What would be the worst?"

"That he actually owns her, controls her mind in some way, like the Imperius Curse, except without the ability to fight off the control. If that's the case, then Bill's probably either also under some sort of control or dead. I'm not saying that Harry or Fleur would have killed him, I'm just saying that he wouldn't stand for his fiancée to be controlled by someone against her will. I imagine the truth is somewhere between the best- and worst-case scenarios."

The pair returned to their tea when they heard a crashing on the staircase. The door to the flat burst open to show George Weasley covered in soot. "Gin!" he exclaimed, "you're here! Now all we need is some tonic and we'll be in business." He then headed further into the flat. Ginny looked at Fred in confusion. Fred just shook his head and Ginny bid him good-bye and used floo powder to return to Grimmauld Place.
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Later that day, just after dinner, Harry brushed past Tonks on his way into the library. Their hands briefly met, and he transferred the scrap of parchment in his hand to hers. Earlier, after returning from his meeting with Bellatrix, Harry had snuck into Fleur's and Tonks' room and placed another scrap of parchment on Fleur's bed under the covers.
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Tonks, I have a feeling that the Death Eaters will be attacking tonight. I want you to stay here and help, obviously, since you are an Auror. You and I need, between us, to kill at least six or seven death eaters. We will need to transfigure three of the bodies into the forms of ourselves and Fleur. You handle the transfiguration of me, and I'll do the same for your form.
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Fleur, I have a feeling that the Death Eaters will be attacking tonight. To that end, as soon as the clock strikes midnight, I want you to apparate to the Tower of High Sorcery so that you are safe. If you don't see Tonks or me by 4 in the morning, the attack will not have happened, and you can return here safely.
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Harry entered the library and located a book on alchemy. He read through it until he found the nature of a sorcerer's stone and how to use it to create gold and how to make the Elixir of Life. The gold wasn't as important to him as the Elixir. He located the procedure to do it, and realized that he would need Jessica's help to make it happen. Luckily for him, he wouldn't need it for a while. He wanted to wait a few years before creating the elixir anyway. He remembered seeing this book at the Tower, so he didn't need to bring it along. He looked at his watch. He had a little more than six hours until the expected attack, so he decided to do something else that would serve some of his needs, if only indirectly. He went to his bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind him. He hissed, "Hominus tenebra" and turned into a shadow. He stepped towards a shadow cast by the fire in the fireplace, whispering as he approached, "Trans-tenebra." He stepped into the shadow and vanished, turning up a few seconds later next to the entrance to Azkaban Prison. He noted the presence of dementors, but, strangely, didn't feel the chill and terror that he usually did.

Extending tendrils of shadow all over the prison, wondering why he was immune to dementors in this form, he located who he was looking for. Dear old Lucy Malfoy. Flowing around the prison until he found the window into the senior Malfoy's cell, he flowed into the cell and hissed, "Perambulum Tenebris." Malfoy's shadow animated and gripped the man, holding him in place. Harry rigged a noose from some rope that he had brought and tied it to the bars of the window, and then placed it around Malfoy's neck. Harry then placed a hand on the older man's shoulder, released the shadow, and pushed forward, cutting off the prisoner's air supply. He then hissed one more time, "Trans-tenebra" and returned to 12 Grimmauld Place. He returned to his normal form and checked his watch. The whole thing had taken a total of five minutes, and now his primary advisor was a widow. Harry smiled slightly as he sat back down in his chair and stared at the same flames again.
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At quarter to 11 that night, Harry heard a soft 'pop' behind him. He turned and saw Fleur, wearing the negligee that he had made for her after he had destroyed her old one. She walked over to him and bent down, delivering a fierce kiss to his lips. She then knelt at his feet and undid his trousers. She worked his pants down and began to lick his dick. When she worked him to a full erection, she engulfed his cock into her mouth. Tightening her lips, she began to fuck her own mouth with her Master's dick, humming as she did so. Harry reached out, entangling his right hand in her hair, providing no pressure, though, as she sucked him off. Every time she bottomed out, she stopped humming to swallow softly, increasing the pressure on his cock. A few minutes later, Harry gave into the pressure building up in his balls and came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licked him clean, and then put his dick away. She kept her head down, but looked up at him with her eyes. "Merci, master." In response, Harry reached down and petted her hair. She stood up and apparated out of his room.
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It was half past two when Harry started out of his sleep due to a loud 'BOOM' resounding through the house. Pulling his wand, Harry slipped out of his room and saw two death eaters sneaking down the hall. Harry pointed his wand at one, "/Reducto/." The death eater on the left fell as his head exploded. The other spun around to face the attacker. "/Stupefy/," Harry stunned the second death eater. He walked up to the stunned death eater, picked up the fallen wand, pointed it at him, and hissed, "/Avada kedavra/." A jet of green light ended the stunned death eater's life. Harry transfigured the dead body into Tonks' with a wave of his hand. He turned the other one, even though it had no head, into Fleur's body, also without a head. He levitated the corpses down the hall to Tonks' and Fleur's room. There he found Tonks just finishing the transformation on another death eater to make it look like Harry's body. Harry looked at Tonks, who apparated out as soon as she was finished. Harry cast a time-delayed disillusionment charm on the body, attached a levitation charm to the disillusionment charm, and attached it by a tendril of magic to his scar. He snuck through the house, finally locating a larger selection of death eaters, including the newly transformed Malfoy, who looked like Voldemort to Harry, though he knew who he really was, since he'd already killed Voldemort. He also noticed Bellatrix Lestrange dueling with Mad-Eye Moody and Dumbledore fighting off four death eaters at the same time. Others were fighting at various points throughout the house. 'Voldemort' was fighting against Hermione, who was standing over Ginny, who was writhing on the ground in pain, blood streaming out of her eyes.

Harry vaulted over the banister and rolled as he hit the ground on the first floor. He came up behind Hermione and proceeded to cast an extremely complicated spell that would be the visual similarity to a light spell that would kill 'Voldemort' and utterly obliterate the body and everything it was carrying. As part of the casting, he linked it to a time-delayed detonation spell. He cast the spell wordlessly and a jet of pure golden light shot out of his wand and impacted 'Voldemort.' Immediately afterwards, Harry apparated out, and then the detonation spell went off, indicating that he 'died.'
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Harry arrived at the Tower's thirteenth floor. He waved his hand in the air, conjuring up a current image of what was going on at 12 Grimmauld Place. As he watched, Moody killed Lestrange, and moved on to help Molly and Arthur against their respective death eaters. Hermione was still up and fighting, as was Ron, who was dodging the spells Dolohov was throwing at him. Dumbledore was an inexorable juggernaut, moving through the throngs of death eaters, stunning, imprisoning, and otherwise incapacitating death eaters with casual flicks of his wand. The battle wound down rather rapidly. Between Moody and Dumbledore, the rest of the death eaters either surrendered or ran away. Most surrendered. Harry noticed Hermione was carrying her wand arm rather limply, and Ginny was barely conscious. Molly Weasley was in the process of an emotional breakdown as she hugged 'his' body. Harry noticed that Dumbledore and Moody were conversing in low tones with Arthur Weasley. Hestia Jones, who had arrived after the battle, was currently healing Hermione's arm. Ron looked perfectly fine, for which Harry was slightly irritated, yet surprised.

Harry dismissed the vision that was starting to irritate him. Harry looked towards the stairs, and noticed Fleur leading Tonks up to the top floor. He was pleased to note that Fleur had reverted to her slave garb-nothing except for the collar. Harry conjured a small ball of orange light and whispered to it, "Lavender." It disappeared silently, and a few seconds later, Harry saw Lavender arrive not ten feet away. As she arrived, the bracelet portkey he had conjured for her use to get to the Tower fell apart and disappeared before it hit the floor. Lavender looked around, her eyes widening slightly when she saw Tonks and widening even more when she noticed Fleur. She walked slowly over to Harry and knelt at his feet. Fleur and Tonks also walked over, but they took up positions already established. Fleur dropped to her knees at his right hand, and Tonks stood to his left and slightly behind him. Harry places his right hand on Fleur's head, and his left on the end of the armrest of the throne. Addressing Lavender, his tone was semi-amused. "Welcome, pet, to the Tower of High Sorcery. As you could probably figure out, you are not the only one with one of those collars. Currently there are four more, counting both the ladies already here. Now, I'm going to inform you of a few simple rules. First off, here in the tower, you are to be completely naked except for your choker at all times. Second, Fleur here," Harry caressed the mentioned woman's hair, "is the head slave. She can command you to do anything she wants you to do, as long as whatever she asks you to do doesn't countermand anything I've already ordered you to do. Tonks," Harry indicated the other woman, "is the other slave you need to concern yourself with, primarily. She is in charge of security, and will thus be the final arbiter of certain situations. Third, just like these two and the other two, you have a set position whenever I'm entertaining visitors from either one of my two thrones. You will be informed in advance of all visits by someone I would need to speak with, and when they come, you will kneel here, between my feet, and face them. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Master." Lavender stood up without another word beyond her acknowledgement and vanished her clothes. She knelt at her master's feet as he had told her, so she could understand where he wanted her.

"Very well, pets, I believe that it's time for some sleep, since I have a meeting with a couple of key individuals tomorrow afternoon." He stood up and the three followed him down the stairs to the master bedroom. He opens the door and ushers them inside before shutting the door and locking it. He turned around and looked over his three ladies, recalling the last times he'd had each one. He'd had Fleur less than twenty-four hours previously, while he'd had Lavender less than twenty-four hours before that. As for Tonks . . . he hadn't fucked her since the threesome with Fleur on Wednesday. "Tonks, Lavender, you will share my bed tonight. Fleur, there are some smaller, yet equally comfortable beds that fold down from the wall." Smirking at the pout on Fleur's face, Harry simply undressed completely and climbed into bed. Tonks stripped down completely and climbed in next to him, and Lavender climbed in on the other side. Harry rolled over on his right side, and spooned up against Tonks. Lavender pressed herself up against him, her full breasts pressing against his back. Harry eased his hard dick into Tonks' hot, wet cunt and wrapped his arms around her to cup her breasts. Feeling extremely comfortable in this position, he fell asleep quickly, the two ladies in bed with him following suit in rapid succession while Fleur took a little longer to get comfortable. She made a silent vow to speak with her Master before the meetings the next day.
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Author's Note: I love all the reviews, and I'm not going to go in-depth like other authors and answer everyone or even the significant ones except for a couple of people. Apocalypso, your input is always welcome, and thank you for all the compliments you pay my work. Cj_cold, you happen to be my best reviewer. You don't just write "good job" or "awesome." Instead, you go through every aspect of the chapter and work out the flaws as well as the merits. I love it. That being said, for those people who keep making suggestions regarding involvement of Hermione and/or Ginny: the answer is a certified /NO/. Fics involving the two of them pairing up with Harry are way too common on every site that I've looked at. The most common female that I'm having Harry hook up with (heh. "having Harry hook." heh.) is the young Auror metamorph, Nymphadora Tonks. The remaining girls who will join are OCs of my own creation, as are most of the lieutenants, though a couple of suggestions have been made that I'm considering. Those of you who have suggested lieutenants, you know who you are. I know what I'm including and what I'm not. I would like for the requests for other characters to be included to STOP!!