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Narcissa and Jessica stood in a muggle library at New York University. Narcissa was curled up on a couch reading about the medieval witch-hunts from a muggle perspective, and noticed how much they actually got wrong. Jessica, on the other hand, was doing what she called a 'search' using a strange device that she called a 'computer.' An hour later, Jessica stood up and walked over to Narcissa, who had finished reading the history of witch-hunts and had moved on to the /Malleus Maleficarum/, which was just as inaccurate as the history book. Jessica sat down next to Narcissa and placed a hand on the other woman's knee. The blonde looked at the brunette. "Have you found her?"

"I have. She's being educated at home and I have her address as of three-and-a-half years ago. That being said, I don't know whether she'll be at home or not."

"Believe me, I think that we can find out where she is regardless of her location." Jessica nodded reluctantly, not quite believing what the blonde was telling her. The pair walked out of the library and onto the streets of New York. "Do you know how we're going to get where we need to go?"

"Yes. Master gave us funding, did He not? I took the liberty of stopping at the British Embassy here in New York and changed about half the galleons into pounds, and then, using the exchange rates, turned them into American dollars. We have plenty of money."

"Very well. So, how are we going to get where we need to go?"

"Like this." Jessica stuck his arm out, and a taxi stopped next to her. The pair of them got in, and Jessica again did the talking, giving the man the address.
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An hour and a half later, Jessica and Narcissa exited the apartment, leaving horrendously distorted bodies. Not knowing whether or not the American Ministry could detect the Unforgivable Curses, Narcissa had forgone use of the Cruciatus Curse on the muggles inside. Instead, the bone-breaking hex and the bludgeoning curse were heavily used, and the cutting curse was employed as well. The pair found out that the family's daughter was still at rehearsal at the Metropolitan Opera. They headed into a back alley and apparated to a similar area behind the opera house. Each cast a disillusionment charm on the other, and Narcissa pulled off the bracelet that she'd turned into a portkey to get to America, and turned it into an activated portkey, one that she needed to tap with her wand to get it to send people anywhere. The pair of invisible slaves walked into the opera house to see the cast in rehearsal. None of the actors were in costume, so neither slave had trouble recognizing the new acquisition. Narcissa, who was more than slightly familiar with opera, recognized the show as La Boheme, and the role that the new girl was playing as Mimi. Luckily for the pair of women, the rehearsal was just finishing up, so they snuck backstage and noticed that this muggle girl got her own dressing room.

Jessica and Narcissa separated. When the girl came out of her dressing room, Jessica pointed her wand and whispered, "Stupefy" and then caught the girl as she collapsed. Narcissa, meanwhile, maintained a "Notice-me-not" charm over the backstage area, glancing over her shoulder to determine progress in the kidnapping. Backing into the girl's dressing room, she closed the door and locked it. She noticed that the girl had changed out of the casual muggle clothes she had been wearing for rehearsal and into a fancy dress. Narcissa and Jessica ended their disillusionment charms and then set about removing her dress. They left all the girl's things in her locked room as the three used the portkey to return to the Tower. Jessica chuckled as she wondered what the cast members and then the police would think when they discovered this mess.

The three women arrived in the throne room a little after ten-thirty at night on Friday. They had plenty of time before their Master and his other slaves arrived, so Jessica conjured a set of stocks in the throne room that they bound the new acquisition into. Then, they headed up the stairs and located the first bedroom they could, for they were exhausted. They removed their outer layer of clothing, Narcissa carefully folded hers, and lay down on the bed to rest from what they'd done. Narcissa woke up early the next morning due to habit (she'd done the same when she lived at Malfoy Manor) and noticed three things. One, her back was spooned against another woman's front; two, the other woman's left hand was cupping a breast, and her other hand was roaming across Narcissa's thigh; three, there was a Great Horned Owl sitting on the dresser of the room looking at her with an expression that she could only describe as resigned amusement, if an owl could be resigned or amused. Gently extricating herself from the grip of the woman behind her, Narcissa rose to see a letter tied to the leg of the owl on the dresser. She removed it, and the owl took off and left. Narcissa opened the letter and read the contents
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Dear Mrs. Malfoy,

I apologize to have informed you of this, but your husband, Lucius Malfoy, committed suicide in his cell in Azkaban last night. Also, we here at Gringotts have lost the magical signature of your son, making us suspect that he is also no longer among the living. That being said, you need to come to Gringotts no later than a week from now for the reading of your late husband's will.

Sincerely,
Spikehook
Inheritance Department
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Narcissa read the letter twice, wondering when her son would have died. She wondered if her Master had something to do with it, but then she realized that His wizard's oath would have prevented such an occurrence, that is, if he could still do normal magic. She decided to ask Him before the meetings this afternoon. She cleaned up and dressed in one of her more elegant robes. She was her Master's primary advisor, and she needed to look the part. Once she was finished, she walked over and shook awake the other woman, "Come on, Master has a meeting with a couple of individuals at three, and He'll want you there."

"Five more minutes," Jessica mumbled.

'Fine,' Narcissa thought, 'I'll leave her to be awakened by the Master.' The blonde walked down the stairs to the throne room, where she found her Master and all the rest of the slaves eating breakfast as provided by Dobby. She sat down on a chair and proceeded to eat her own breakfast. She looked at the other slaves, and noted that her Master had a certain flair for the dramatic, an excellent understanding of roles, and a certain fascination for blondes. Not only was she blonde, but there were two other attractive slaves, who were naked save for the customary choker, who were also blonde, and there was her niece Nymphadora, in her natural state, which was also blonde. Narcissa chuckled at the situation, finding it slightly humorous, especially with the brunette sleeping in the bed upstairs. The one person she didn't notice was the new girl, she wondered where she had been put. "Master?" she turned to Him as she spoke.

"Yes, Cissa, what is it?"

"I was wondering, did you ever get around to freeing my son?"

"Yes I did, but he was killed in the attack on the Order headquarters by Moody. Why do you ask?"

"I just received a letter from Gringotts about my husband's will. Apparently he committed suicide in Azkaban. I am to attend a will reading within a week."

"Did Lucius have any living relatives?"

"Other than Draco, no, Master."

"Which means that your late husband either gave his fortune to Voldemort's forces or to you."

"Precisely, Master."

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I saw when I came down here this morning that you had brought in the new girl."

"Yes. Where is she?"

"I took her up to the top floor, where my magic is strongest. Where's Jessica?"

"Still sleeping, I suspect."

"Very well. Someone go and wake her up. I need her to do something for me." One of the naked blondes stood up and bounced up the stairs to do their Master's bidding. "Narcissa, when we meet with the two gentlemen today, I would like you to be standing at my right side, in the same position your niece will be on my left." A few minutes later, the naked blonde slave brought Jessica down with her. Jessica, like Narcissa, was wearing elaborate robes to signify her importance as potions mistress. He turned to the brunette, "Jessica, today, I need you to look through the tome of alchemical formulae to find out how to make the Elixir of Life from a Sorcerer's Stone. I also need you to brew me some of the animagus-form-revealing potion. I would like to see if I have one."

"Of course, Master." After she finished eating, she headed off to do her Master's bidding.
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Harry looked at his watch. "Okay, ladies, we have almost five hours until my guests will be here. I'm going up to the meditation chamber on the top floor. You all may feel free to do whatever you like." He turned on his heel and left the room, heading for the stairs. The four blondes exchanged looks, and all seemed to make the same decision, as they all headed for the stairs. While Fleur was the first to move, Tonks rapidly caught up with her and then passed her. While a nineteen-year-old student was probably quite fit, a twenty-two-year-old auror would pass her every time. The four beautiful blondes arrived at the top floor more or less at the same time to find Harry bringing a riding crop down on the muggle girl's ass. Narcissa, who had conjured the original set of stocks, noted that He had changed them. Fleur, who recalled her own treatment, recognized that set of stocks as the ones that she herself had been bound to. She shuddered as she remembered the sensations that set of stocks had provoked. Idly, she wondered what would happen if He cast the Cruciatus curse while she was in the stocks.

Tonks spoke up, "Master, why aren't you simply going to fuck her and then cast the spell? That's what you did to all of us, Jessica included."

He stopped whipping the girl, "Because the 'Heart Bind' spell only works on wizards or witches, not muggles. The fact that she has no magical core means that the spell has nothing to anchor itself to. She must be completely broken the old-fashioned way." He pulled his wand and pointed it at the girl, "Crucio!" He only held the curse for a few minutes, but the girl screamed for nearly fifteen. All four ladies shivered at the implications of that series of events. "Most of the pain will be inflicted by physical means using whips, cat-o'-nine-tails, and riding crops. I don't want her completely insane, just no free will left."

"What do you mean, no free will? We all serve You absolutely," Narcissa wondered about the difference.

"That's correct," Harry went back to whipping the muggle, "but you have enough will remaining that if I'm not in the room, you can come up with something to do to amuse yourselves. She will be a forlorn little pet if I ever leave her alone. That's what happens when a muggle's mind is broken their way. She won't be able to do anything except breathe or sleep if I'm not in the room, though with me there, she'll be able to perform more complex actions, such as eating or sex."

"Are you sure you want her broken that far?" Lavender's morbid curiosity combined with her slight horror to make that question end in a squeak.

"Why not? What else can she do? She's a sixteen-year-old with no magical powers. She doesn't have any training to help us out, no combat, no espionage. Her primary training is dance, vocals, and looking 'pretty.' Thus, she serves no purpose except for sex." Looking around, he noticed the shocked looks on his other slaves' faces. "I'm not turning into Voldemort. I'm much more practical. If she had more useful knowledge or even a smidgen of training, I'd think of something else. Lavender, you have magical ability, a small gift in Divinations, and some decent skill in both Transfiguration and Charms. That counts as training in my book. Fleur also has some serious skill, she made Tri-Wizard Tournament champion for a reason. The other two, well, if you also think that you don't have skills, then you're seriously messed up in the head." Narcissa and Tonks chuckle at that last comment. "By the way, Fleur, I know you feel rather bad about the second task, but I have a question for you: what do you know about Grindylows?"

"Not much, Master.

"They were originally bred by a wizard as part of a security system, and he put into them a way to sense pheromones as a tracking and attraction method. Your veela charm, which you can't control, if I recall the information correctly, acts as a boost to your pheromones. You managed to get them more riled up than the other seven people in the lake combined. Well, the fact that your sister was in the lake too didn't help matters either. The only reason they avoided her were the merpeople. Grindylows will avoid merpeople at all costs, which was also bred into them by the wizard."

"'Ow do You know all zis?"

"Simple. The wizard was the son of the founder of House Black. His records were in one of the libraries, and I looked through his work out of idle curiosity. Now, ladies, if there's nothing else, I'd like to concentrate on this for a few hours. I would like one of you to come and get me for lunch." All of the women except for Fleur left.

"Master?"

"Yes, pet?"

"I 'ave a concern."

Harry stopped whipping the muggle again. "I'm listening."

"Last night, you took the others into your bed. You told me that I was your primary slave, and you ignored me." Fleur burst into tears.

Harry reached out and cupped her face in both hands. "Shh. Shh. Recall the facts of the previous days. Last time I'd had intimate contact with Lavender and Tonks were on Thursday. You, I had twice that day. I figured that they needed it more than you did."

"Oh. I understand now."

"Good," Harry kissed her briefly, released her face, and turned as if to go back to what he was doing to the poor muggle in the stocks. Abruptly, he whirled around, the back of his right hand impacting her jaw. Her head snapped to the side and she stumbled back, a small trail of blood leaking down from the corner of her mouth. He approached her in a rage, "How dare you question my intentions and motives! You are a slave! You are mine! If I choose not to fuck you for thirty days, you should be grateful that I'm even acknowledging your existence. Now, get over here!" Wordlessly, she complied. Harry grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the wall near the stocks. Shoving her hard up against the wall, he stepped back. "I want you to step away from the wall, then lean up against it, brace yourself with your hands." When she complied, he walked up closer behind her and spread her legs a little further apart. Stepping back, he silently summoned the cat-o'-nine-tails from the table next to the muggle girl. "Now, Fleur, don't move!" He stepped to the side and swung, the nine lashes impacting Fleur's ass and lower back. Fourteen additional strikes later, Fleur's ass was as red as a tomato with welts raised from the angle of some of the impacts.

Harry dropped his trousers and moved up behind her. He nuzzled her neck, and slid his dick into her dripping cunt, his arms reaching around her body to firmly grip her heaving breasts. He fondled her harshly and she screamed as his hips repeatedly impacted her sore ass. He roughly pinched and twisted her nipples, causing her screams to turn into keening cries. He thrust harshly once more into her, and they orgasmed simultaneously. He pulled out of her and chuckled. He redid his clothes and stepped back. "I try to punish you for disobedience and insubordination, and you get off on the pain." His chuckles turned into outright laughter. "Did you always get off on being submissive, or is this a new discovery?"

"It iz new, Master. May I go?"

"Of course, pet. I have work to do on this muggle, after all." Harry turned back to the brunette strapped to the stocks. He noticed that she too was aroused, though he was willing to bet that it wasn't due to the pain, but rather due to the fact that he'd just fucked Fleur right in front of this girl. Harry picked the cat-o'-nine-tails back up off the floor and proceeded to give the muggle the beating of her life. Abruptly, he had an idea. He conjured a knife and walked around so he was looking her in the eyes. "My dear, I'm going to demonstrate something to you and I want you to watch very closely." He used the razor-sharp knife to cut open his own hand, and then healed the wound with a wave of his wand. "Magic is superior to science when it comes to healing physical injuries. Hell, with a potion, a girl can restore her hymen in a matter of minutes. Some witches who end up marrying more than once make use of this potion since wizard lords enjoy deflowering virgins, even if the witches are not mentally pure." Harry left her with that lesson while he pulled on his dragonhide gloves and walked outside to see if he could find what he was looking for. A few minutes later, he found what he was looking for: a large batch of stinging nettles. Wordlessly, he cut down a large section of the plants and used some of his magic to strengthen them. He walked back up to the top floor of the tower and proceeded to show his new pet what he had found.

An hour later, he chuckled as he walked downstairs to talk to some of his other girls. He had spent most of the last hour beating the brunette with the nettles. She was bright red, as if she had been in the sun for at least half a day. First, he walked into the bedroom, and found Narcissa looking over some of the dresses in the closet. He found Fleur and Lavender in the library, looking over some books, though Lavender stood up when she noticed him. "Master, may I speak with You in private?"

He nodded, "Of course, pet. Let's head downstairs." He led her to the throne room, where he sat and she knelt at his feet, looking at him with a mixture of hope and trepidation in her eyes. "What is it?"

"Master, I think that I might be pregnant."

"Since when?"

"Since you claimed me. I had forgotten in the afterglow, and I didn't let You know before because I didn't know You were going to take me. But when I got home, I noticed the calendar on which my fanatical mother tracked my fertility, and realized that when I was servicing You, I was probably ovulating."

"Well, pet, since you were not aware of my actions, you won't be punished for your negligence. Before you come to any concrete declarations, I want you to verify your state. If you are pregnant, come and inform me at once, and I will make my decision then. If you are not pregnant, then don't bother coming to me unless I call you. Understand?"

"I understand perfectly, Master." Lavender then left the room, and Dobby appeared with a plate of food for Harry.
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By 3:00 that afternoon, when the first visitor, Templar Bancroft was to arrive, Harry had retrieved all his slaves and had arrayed them as he felt they needed to be at this point in time. He shifted Lavender over so she knelt on his left side as Fleur did on his right. Narcissa stood behind Fleur while Tonks stood behind Lavender. Jessica stood immediately behind him. The effect that the total picture had was breathtaking. The positioning drew attention to Harry himself, as he stood out amongst his slaves, though both Fleur and Lavender served as very effective visual distractions so Harry could attempt to get the upper hand on a deal. Harry had also taken the form-revealer potion that Jessica had so kindly made for him. What had happened surprised him.

Flashback

Harry stood in the potions lab and downed the disgusting-looking potion. The first thing he noticed was that although the potion looked like vomit after a hearty meal, it tasted like brown sugar mixed with cinnamon. As soon as the potion hit his stomach, the concentrated magic contained within took effect, and Harry doubled over in agony and hit the ground. He writhed on the ground for a few seconds before he was settled by four warm hands and his head was pillowed on something firm yet softer than the floor. Abruptly, he felt a strange connection with the pair of eggs in the basement, and he realized what was about to happen. "Get out!" he choked. "Get out now! All of you! This change is going to get extremely dangerous!" the second time he tried to command, his voice came through clearer. Not able to tell if he was obeyed or not, he relaxed in his struggle against the potion and the connections and embraced his hissing side. He felt himself elongate, his limbs merging with his torso. He finally opened his eyes and noticed a mirror on the wall. He looked in the mirror and noticed his change. From what he could tell, he was nearly identical to the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. His eyes were a bright yellow, and he understood that a basilisk was immune to the killing gaze that the creature was notorious for. The only three noticeable differences between his form and the pure green serpent that he'd killed in his second year were that he had a black mark on his forehead reminiscent of his own scar, he had strange black and silver markings all over his body, and he had a stinger that contained the same venom as his fangs. He smirked (which looked odd on a snake) and closed his eyes, concentrating on his original form, returning to his human form.

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When Bancroft arrived, Harry was sitting on his throne, with his slaves all around him: Lavender kneeling to his left with Tonks standing behind her, Jessica standing completely behind him, Fleur kneeling to his right with Narcissa standing behind her. The vampire sauntered into the room, smirking as he did so. "Well, I know that Narcissa set up the meeting, but I never expected to find a mere boy running the show," derision dripped from his voice as he spoke.

"Ah, Templar Bancroft, thank you for coming. I have a small proposal for you."

"Why should I listen to anything you say? I should just kill you and take your whores for myself. That blonde kneeling on your right looks exceptionally delicious."

Harry smirked, "Bancroft, here is my offer. We fight until one of us yields. If you win, you get whatever you want in addition to the gift I am already offering you," Harry tossed a dark amulet shaped like a large tooth to the vampire. "That is a special amulet called 'Shade's Tooth' Bancroft. It protects the wearer from the sunlight in every way, shape, and form. Now, as an attempt to even the odds, since I can cast numerous spells and you can't, I will allow you to fight me while wielding that greatsword stuck in the wall to your left. If I win, you serve me utterly. What do you say?"

"I will beat you down so you can watch as I rape and drain your whores. I accept," the vampire spat out. He then walked over to the wall and removed the greatsword. He looked up in surprise at Harry. "This is Soultaker. Are you that confident in your abilities, boy?"

Harry merely smiled in response as he rose and removed his outer cloak. Completely unarmed, he moved onto the main floor of the throne room. As Bancroft moved into a ready position on the other side of the room, Harry positioned himself in a combat stance that he pulled from Voldemort's memories. "Remember, Bancroft," Harry called out, "everything is available for use." Bancroft moved to close the distance. Harry smirked malevolently at the vampire and hissed, "/Hominus tenebra/." Bancroft's eyes widened as Harry turned into a human-shaped three-dimensional shadow. Harry cocked his head at the vampire's confusion and an amused tone could be heard in his voice as he whispered, "/Nocturnum eterne/." The room plunged into pitch-blackness and Harry heard a collective gasp come from the area of the throne, however, he was too busy looking directly at Bancroft for him to turn to see what was going on over there. Harry silently approached the vampire before elongating his fingers into claws. Harry circled the vampire twice before rushing forward and digging his claws into the back of the vampire's left knee. The Templar stumbled forward, but then swung back at where he'd felt the pierce. The wizard watched interestedly and amused as the blade passed harmlessly through his shadow form. Moving quickly, Harry dug his claws into the Vampire's wrist, tearing the muscle of the primary hand controlling the blade. He sank the claws on his other hand into the back of the vampire's neck, causing excruciating pain, even for the undead, to travel up the vampire's spine. The ancient warrior shrieked in inhuman agony. Using the claws to provide encouragement, Harry forced Bancroft to the floor before he whispered, "/Morte d'Angel/." The darkness that filled the throne room vanished rapidly. In the center of the room, the look of the two combatants couldn't be more different. Harry looked like he had dunked himself in black paint. Bancroft was moaning in agony with blood streaming out of four wounds and his sword was on the floor. Harry removed his claws from Bancroft's wrist and spoke in a voice that echoed from the realm of ghosts, "Well, Templar Bancroft, I must say that I expected a vampire from the early middle ages to be more versed in combat through the Realm of Twilight. I suppose I was mistaken, or maybe I just startled you."

Bancroft, recalling the terms of the duel, spoke up in a soft voice laced with pain, "As we agreed, milord, I will serve." He was startled when he felt the claws buried in his neck begin to curl, increasing the pain and the chances of lasting damage such as death or paralysis. "I swear to you, milord. I will serve you to the best of my ability." The claws continued to move within his flesh. He felt them grinding against his spinal column. "I beg you milord, please allow me to serve as you see fit." Harry extracted his claws from the vampire and moved back to his throne. The vampire reached out with his left hand and picked up Soultaker. He used it to lever himself up off the floor and ground the point into the floor to hold himself steady. Barely keeping his balance, he bowed to Harry. "I accept you, milord, as my superior in all things combat and not."

"Thank you, Bancroft. Do you know where any of the Black family properties are?"

"Yes. I know of one near the Wales-England border."

"I want you to go there and begin training up as many troops as you can. If you need funding, I'm sure I could come up with something. Soultaker is yours to use as you please. Good-bye Templar."

"Good-bye, milord."
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Author's Notes: Anyone care to guess the references made between the application of the eternal darkness and the return to the daylight.