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TITLE: Twenty One Nights of Paradise

PART: 04 of ??

Chapter Four – The Coven's New Home

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
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DISCLAIMER: All characters you recognize are the property of JK Rowling and her publishers. I only own my perverted imagination.
SUMMARY: Harry discovers a MUCH more pleasant way of getting rid of the Horcrux in his scar, unfortunately it leads to discovering some Potter family secrets and his life just got more complicated!

FEEDBACK: Constructive criticism is happily accepted. This is going to be a Harry/Harem story, with absolutely no claim to being realistic, this is just for fun, and if you don't enjoy stories like that, you might as well give it a miss.
CATEGORY: Harem/Just a lot of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Many
RATING: NC-17
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SPOILERS: None; I'm certain anybody reading this is at least familiar with the Harry Potter series and the major Characters and events.
WARNINGS: This story contains people engaging in activities that are frowned on by Rick Santorum and James Dobson and many other people, but, Screw 'Em! If you are familiar with my stories, you know what to expect. Oral, Anal, Dom/Sub, Femme-Slash, Femme-cest, Bondage, Spanking, all the fun things in life!
AUTHORS NOTES: This is my 2011 Entry for National Novel Writers Month (NaNoWriMo) and has not been beta'd other than by Spell Checker.

AUTHORS NOTE THE SECOND: This is an au, Obviously, and I'm going with a Good Dumbledore, still a MOB, but honestly trying to do the right thing. This means that Harry's childhood, while not a paradise, was not the Dickensian nightmare that a lot of fics have. Honestly, there are Hundreds of Evil Dumbledore stories out there, but I really don't feel I have anything that interesting to add to the collection, so I'm trying to do something different.

IMPORTANT NOTE ON CHARACTER AGES: To avoid all the issues with age of consent, all the major characters are considered to have been born 2 years earlier than in canon, and Hogwarts students start at age thirteen. Thus, Harry is 16 in his 4th year, and the age line on the Goblet Of Fire is set to prevent anyone under 18 years of age from entering themselves. Also, Luna is 16 as well, her birthday, in this story, is September 21st, so she missed the September first cutoff to be in Harry's year.

AUTHORS NOTE ON THE POSTING SCHEDULE: Starting with the Next Chapter of this story, I'll be switching to a Bi-Weekly Posting Schedule to allow me to get a cushion of chapters built up.


Gryffindor Tower

Sunday Morning


Ron Weasley yawned as he sat up in bed, scratching himself in places he would never scratch if Hermione or Ginny was in the room. Standing up, he glanced at the window and saw that the sky was bright with sunlight. “Crikey! I meant to have a lie in, but how late did I sleep?” Looking for his clock, he finally found it lying on the floor by his bed, and turned it over. “Eight Thirty, good, I've still got time for breakfast.” Deciding he wanted to make a good impression on the girls that noticed him yesterday during the tournament, he grabbed his towel and went to take a shower. After getting cleaned up, he looked over at Harry's bed, to see if he was awake yet, and frowned when he saw that the bed hadn't been slept in. Looking around the room, he saw that he was the only one there, so he left the room to head down to the Common Room to see if anybody had heard from Harry since the night before.


He had barely opened the door into the hallway when the noise hit him. It sounded like the wildest after Quidditch victory party in history was going on, so he hurried down the stairs. When he got there, he saw everybody gathered around Dean Thomas, who was standing on a table in the middle of the room, holding up a copy of the Daily Prophet, and telling them what had happened at breakfast that morning, from Harry's arrival with a Fleur Delacour who was walking very gingerly, to Professor Dumbledore's announcements, to the Patronus and what happened afterward. Stunned, Ron sat down in the nearest chair, trying to comprehend how the world had changed in a few short hours.


He realized instantly what Dean was saying about Harry and Fleur, and felt himself getting angry at yet another thing Harry got that Ron had desired, but he choked the anger down, remembering his own words after the First Task, that somebody was trying to kill Harry! Then he remembered that Dean had said they found out who entered Harry in the Tournament, and felt sick! He had accused his best mate of lying to him about getting into the Tournament, and, sure Harry had forgiven him, but how the bloody hell could he have been so stupid as to have thought that Harry would lie to him? Suddenly not wanting to be around his laughing and celebrating housemates, he stood and walked out of the Common Room.


He was halfway to the Great Hall when he heard his name being called from behind him. Turning, he saw Ginny hurrying to catch up with him. He stopped walking to let her reach him, and started walking again. “Okay Ron, what's got your knickers in a twist this time? Is it that Harry probably shagged Fleur stupid last night? Or that he was proved right when he said that he didn't enter, and none of us, except Hermione, believed him? Or is it something else that's going to make you act like a bloody prat again?”


Ron stared at her for a moment, shocked at how well she could read him, but he couldn't help it, he started to laugh! He couldn't stop himself, he kept laughing until he had to lean against the wall to keep himself standing. Finally, he got himself under control, and, wiping his eyes, he grinned at his fuming sister. “Ginny, I love you dearly, I really do, but if anybody ever tries to get you to cheer somebody up, I would suggest you turn them down, okay?” Ginny gaped at him for a second, not expecting that reaction, until she grinned and smacked him on the shoulder. “Are you going to tell me what's going on, or am I going to have to cheer you up some more?”


He dropped the grin and said, “Actually, I've been thinking what an absolute bloody arsehole I've been to somebody that is supposed to be my best mate, and trying to figure out how to apologize to him. It's not just not believing him about entering his name, it's the little things, like being jealous when he got the Invisibility Cloak, and not even thinking about what it meant when he said he wasn't expecting any presents. Or when he wanted to buy us things at the Quidditch World Cup, I got into a snit because he had money and I didn't. It never occurred to me, that the only reason he had money is because his parents died! Sure, I knew all about that 'Boy Who Lived' shite, but nobody seems to remember he's only the 'Boy Who Lived' because his parents were murdered!” He paused, and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, releasing it, he continued, “So, until I can figure out how to apologize to him, and Hermione too, because she was right all along, I'm not going to be around the Tower. If you see him before I do, tell him I'm doing some thinking, and will talk to him tonight, okay?” With slumping shoulders, he turned away and started down the hallway. “Damn, growing up sucks doesn't it?” She said from right beside him. “I know, because I had to do it after that damned diary got a hold of me! I saw so much ugliness it made me sick, and it felt like I was the one who was doing it!” She reached up and squeezed his shoulder, “I know it's painful, but it had to happen eventually, I'll tell Harry and Hermione you're having a think when I see them. I'm going back to the Tower and gloat about Lucius Malfoy being shoved through the veil, and Ferret boy leaving in a hissy!”


With a laugh he watched her go, and made his way down to breakfast. The Great Hall was still abuzz with the earlier events, but he was able to eat his meal in relative peace. He grabbed a copy of the Prophet that had been left on the table and read through it, shaking his head at everything that had happened. His eyes widened when he saw that Pettigrew was outed as a Death Eater and Sirius freed. He smiled, honestly happy for Harry, and he put aside the paper in a slightly better mood. Leaving the hall, he opened the front door to the castle and swore as the cold wind hit him. Turning back toward the tower, he reminded himself to remember his bloody jacket and hat next time!


Hogsmeade

The Same Time


Draco almost cursed the first person who looked at him with pity in their eyes. He refused to believe what the Muggle Loving fool was saying, his Father couldn't be dead, and especially not executed like a common criminal, his Father was a great man! It was just his misfortune that the political leadership was too weak to support him in his efforts to cleanse the filth from their society. It wasn't until he saw the front page of the Daily Prophet in a frame outside of the Three Broomsticks, and he watched as his father walked calmly through the Veil, that he finally accepted the fact that his Father truly was dead. Angrily wiping his eyes, 'A Malfoy never cries!' he reminded himself, moving down the road to one of the side streets where his father had kept an apartment and a mistress for his and Draco's use.


When he got there, the woman had already left, to Draco's relief. He wasn't in the mood for her services right then, and otherwise she would probably want to talk to him. He didn't have time to talk, he had plans to make. All of those who took his father would be made to pay! Going into the room that had been his father's study, he went to the back wall, and, drawing his dagger from his boot, he sliced his palm and watched as the blood pooled in his hand. When he had enough, he placed his hand at the center of the wall, and said, “I am Draco Abraxus Malfoy, Head of the House of Malfoy! It is by my will that you part and reveal your secrets! So Mote It Be!” The blood was absorbed into the wall, and, as he drew his hand away, the wall vanished, leaving a doorway. Walking through the entry, Draco moved to the desk, and the sealed letter he knew he would find there. His father had told him, earlier in the year, that if he were to die, that he was to claim this room, and how to go about it. Draco had listened, and remembered, but never thought he would need to follow the instructions, his father would never die!


Sitting down at the desk, he opened the letter and began to read. Oddly, he never once thought of his mother.





Ministry of Magic

Amelia Bones' Office

11 am Sunday Morning


Amelia strode into her office, neatly dressed and fully alert, as if she hadn't been up all the previous night and currently running on Pepper-Up Potion and willpower. Waving the Auror who had been waiting into her office, she gestured for him to sit, and sitting down herself, she called for some tea, which quickly arrived. After she and the Auror had their tea the way they liked it, she leaned back in her chair, “Okay Shack, you were in charge of the Azkaban mission, what have you got for me?”


The Senior Auror set his cup down, and pulled a notepad out of his pocket. “You are going to love this, Boss!” He said, in his gravelly voice. “To start with, there were 15 prisoners there that had never been tried, most of them chucked there by Barty Crouch in the last days of the war, but a few of them were put there by former Minister Fudge himself. They are all at St Mungo's now, getting the best treatment the Ministry can buy, hopefully it will be enough for them. After we got them out, we moved to the lower levels, where the Death Eaters were. We found three people who weren't marked, and were confirmed with Veratiserum to have been unwilling, at best, followers of You Know Who. We questioned the rest of them, and, with one exception they were all kissed, and their ashes scattered over the cliffs into the sea.” Taking another sip of his tea, he continued, “It was when we got to the last cell, the one that held Bellatrix Lestrange, that things got weird. We found the mark, just as suspected, and confirmed her crimes under the truth serum, but, when the Dementor administered the kiss, her body just fell apart, turned to ashes right in front of our eyes! We checked the records, and trust me, after the Sirius Black mess, they have been keeping a close watch on the prisoners, and she had never left her cell. The warden is tearing what little hair he has left out over it, as I'm sure you can imagine. The weirdest part, though, is when we did a scan, Croaker got real interested in what the scans show. It appears that Bellatrix Lestrange had never been in the cell, that it was a dark magic construct, and it had been in existence almost 18 years!”


Amelia had been listening intently to her Lieutenant’s report, and sat up straight in her chair when he got to the last point. “18 years, you said?” At his nod, she sent a message to the Duty Auror, “Get to Malfoy Manor and check on Narcissa Malfoy! I thought something looked off about her last night, and if I'm right, you're going to find a pile of ash and her robes.” Turning back to Kingsley, she said, “It was before you arrived in England, but there was a bit of a scandal at Hogwarts back in the mid nineteen seventies, James Potter, yes, the father of Harry, and his then girlfriend, later wife, Lily Evans, were cutting quite a swath through the sixth and seventh year girls dormitories. My younger brother, Edgar, may he rest in peace, was a 7th year Hufflepuff at the time and told me about it. Anyway, none of the girls ever complained, and James and Lily took the secret to their graves, but one particular weekend the two of them managed to seduce Andromeda, Bellatrix, and Narcissa Black at the same time!”


Kingsley choked on his tea, and Amelia laughed, “Yeah, that was my reaction as well! To make a longer story short, Orion Black, who was the head of the family at that time, caught wind of it and blew his top, he pulled all three girls from school and tried to force marriage contracts on the three of them. Andromeda had already taken her NEWTS, and supposedly told the old man to shove it up his arse and walked out. The younger two weren't so lucky, Narcissa came back betrothed to Lucius Malfoy, a man ten years her senior, and Bellatrix was betrothed to one of the Lestrange brothers, it didn't matter which one, since they supposedly shared her between them. There was talk about the drastic personality changes in the two girls, but when discrete checks for a compulsion charm came up clean, there was really nothing more we could do. It never occurred to anyone that I'm aware of, that Orion was just as Dark as his name, and did something to his two daughters. I wouldn't be surprised if, in searching the Black properties, one or two unmarked graves are found, with a couple of 17 year old girls bodies in them.”


Shaking her head, she said, “Okay, enough of the ancient history, we'll know more when Dawlish and his team get back. What about Fudge and Umbridge? Did you get them settled into their new homes properly?”


Kingsley got a pained look on his face, “Ah, well, I'm afraid not, Boss. You see, when we were moving them to their cells, somehow they managed to grab wands from two of the Aurors guarding them, and tried to make a break for it, unfortunately, they ran straight into the Dementors we had with us, and, since they weren't wearing the protective amulets, I'm sorry to say they were both kissed before we could stop it from happening. Naturally I've severely reprimanded the two Aurors, and placed them on paid leave while we investigate this. I had them confined to the Ministry compound on Peter Island during the investigation.”


Amelia nodded, “Terrible thing, but, mistakes do happen, and I approve of your disciplinary measures. Tell the two of them that if they are cleared by the Investigating Panel, which will consist of Myself, You and Retired Master Auror Moody, this will not appear in the permanent personnel file. Is there anything else Senior Auror Shacklebolt?”


Kingsley set his cup down and stood at attention, “No Ma'am!”


“Very good, dismissed! And, if you wanted to take a little time off and spend a couple of days interviewing those two Aurors at the Ministry Compound, I think we can manage without you.”


With a barely hidden grin, Kingsley nodded and left the office.


When the door closed behind him, Amelia smiled, and thought, 'That's one bastard who won't worm his way back into power. He may have been nothing but Lucius' mouthpiece, but he still caused more problems than people would believe, and Umbridge was just about as evil a woman as I've ever encountered, I could never prove it, but I know she was the one provide the reports of accidental magic in Muggle areas to Lucius and his cohorts during the war. All those children and their families killed, just because they weren't born to the 'right' parents! Hopefully they can rest a little easier now.' Taking another sip of her tea, she pulled the first file out of her basket and started reading. She just hoped she could get some work done before Dawlish came back from Malfoy Manor and dumped another bucket of worms in her lap.


Hogwarts Room of Requirements

Sunday Afternoon


The door opened and Harry walked out, supporting a widely smiling Hermione who was trying to walk on wobbly legs. They were greeted by a round of applause and a few wolf whistles from the women gathered in the room, except for Fleur and Cho, who were dozing on the carpet where they had been enjoying themselves.


Hermione blushed, but the smile didn't drop as she was helped to a seat on the nearest couch. Harry called out “Dobby!” and the hyperactive elf appeared instantly, before the elf could faint at the sight of all the naked flesh, Harry said, “Dobby, I need you to go to the kitchen and bring me back some fresh orange juice, and a few bars of chocolate, Honeydukes if you have it. Hermione needs to get her energy back.” Dobby nodded and popped out, coming back almost immediately with a glass pitcher of orange juice, and they could see the condensation from the cold on the outside of the glass, as well as Hermione's favorite Mug, with a picture of the Cheshire Cat on the side. Filling her mug with the juice, Harry placed it in her hands and lifted it to her lips, helping her to sip, before breaking off a piece of the chocolate and putting it in her mouth. Hermione tried to protest, but she was still feeling too lightheaded to make the effort. “I warned you that you were getting close to overdoing Hermione, I know you wanted to try everything your first time, but you need to work up to things like extended bondage! You are probably going to be weak as a kitten for the rest of the afternoon, so I want you to continue to sip, sip the Orange Juice, and eat a little of the chocolate at a time, it will help you get your energy back, although you will sleep like a log tonight.”


Turning to the others, Harry said, “I almost forgot at the sight of all this beauty, but I got the Headmaster to open up the South Wing of the Castle for us, so we can all room together. There are enough rooms for all of us to have our own rooms, which will be a change! It turns out we aren't the first Coven to form while in school, and the South Wing has been reserved for their use in the past. He told me that all of our belongings will be moved in by curfew.”


“Does that include me, Arry?” Fleur asked, having woken up while he was tending to Hermione.


“Of course! You are part of this Coven, are you not? And that reminds me, we need to get a message to Appoline and find out if she wants to join us or not. I'm fairly sure she will, but that would leave Gabrielle at loose ends, and that wouldn't be good. It's too bad she's not old enough to attend classes with us, she might enjoy that.


Fleur laughed, “Oh 'Arry, we have much to teach you about Veela, Gabrielle turned 16 last week, and will be undergoing her change to her mature form any day now! And I have to warn you, she is determined that you will be the only man in her life. She has a very severe case of Hero Worship after you rescued her from the lake, was it only yesterday? It seems so long ago now.”


Harry groaned, “I guess that she's number 13 of the prophesied 14, I wonder who else will be joining us?”


The girls laughed, and Tracey said, “Damn Harry, a mother and both her daughters? I'm not sure if I'm happy or not that my mum and dad are still together!” She ducked under Daphne's hand, “Ha! Missed Me!” Only to be smacked by Luna when she turned to gloat at Daphne. Daphne and Luna grinned triumphantly at each other as everyone laughed.


Pansy spoke up, looking concerned, “What's this about a prophesied 14 women Harry?” And after he explained about the prophecy that Professor Trelawney gave the night before, she frowned. “Oh hell! We're going to need more members!”


When the expected explosion didn't happen, she looked over at Harry, who just had a resigned look on his face, and the other girls were waiting patiently for her explanation. Taking a breath, Pansy said, “One of the immutable principles involved in forming a magically recognized Coven is that the number of women is always a prime number, that is, a number that can only be divided by itself and One. Thirteen is a prime number, and we would have been fine with just Gabrielle joining us, but, Fourteen is not a prime number, and with Fourteen Members, we would not be recognized by magic as a Coven, and that would not be a good thing, trust me! We are going to need at least 4 more members after Gabrielle joins to get to Seventeen, the next highest prime number after Thirteen. And until we get all the women, we are not a proper Coven!” Pansy stood and started to pace, mumbling names of girls under her breath, until Luna stood and put her arms on the girl and forced her back into her seat.


Sitting beside her worried Alpha, Luna said, soothingly, “It's not that bad a situation, Pansy, you aren't the only person who researched Covens in their time. There is a ritual that I remember hearing about a few years ago that was designed for this sort of situation. It will seek out those who would fit into the Coven and invite them to join us, if they agree, the magic will bring them here, if not, they won't remember anything about it. The only problem is, I don't remember exactly where I heard it, but I'm sure we can find it somewhere, between all of us here.”


Pansy sighed in relief, and pulled Luna into a hug, thanking her without words. The younger girl smiled happily and cuddled into the hug.


Harry nodded, glad that at least one problem was solved, and he said, “Since you seem to be the resident experts on Covens, Pansy and Luna, what can you tell me about them? You've mentioned the benefits I get, and they are nothing to complain about, but, what do you get from tying yourself to me this way? Ow!” He turned and glared at Parvati who had just slapped him in the back of the head.


“First off Harry, we are not tying ourselves to you! Yes, we are joining in a Coven bond, with you as the focus, but we are mostly pledging ourselves to each other, to help and support each other in our goals and dreams. You ask what we get out of this, we get a family that we know will always support us, always defend us, always love us, and never betray us! Sure, we may squabble and disagree from time to time, but it won't last, and it won't matter, we will have each other, for the rest of our lives. As for what we get from you? We will be able to share in your magic, which means our lives will be a lot longer than they would be ordinarily, and we will stay youthful far longer, and can give you lots and lots of children for us to raise and spoil. Eventually, we will even be able to talk to you the way you and Fleur do already, but that's going to take some time. None of us will ever have to worry about being alone again, and even with Pad, there were times when we both felt alone, because nobody else, unless they are also identical twins, can truly understand the bond between us. Don't you see what a wonderful thing this is, for all of us?” There were tears flowing down Parvati's cheeks as she reached the end of her speech, and Harry stood and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back, and whispering soothing words into her ear. When Parvati finally stopped trembling from the emotional outburst, she smiled weakly at the others, “Sorry, I've just gotten tired of Harry talking like he's a burden to everybody, and it just came flowing out.”


The others just smiled at her, and Pansy said, “You summed it up very well Parvati, better than I could have, I think, but I think you might just have gotten through to him, the lunkhead!” She finished with a grin toward Harry, who said,


“Hey, I just wanted to be sure that you were getting something out of the Coven as well, because the way it was first described, it sounded like a great deal for me, but not so great for you. Now that I know you are benefiting as well, I have no problem with it.”


Turning to Pansy, “Now, as I was about to ask, in order to bring you fully into the Coven bond, is there anything specific I need to do?”


Pansy smirked at him, “Nothing too strenuous, just do to each of us what you did to Fleur, her mother, and Hermione, although I'd prefer to skip the bondage and domination, if you don't mind.”


“I hope it doesn't have to all be done tonight!” He mock scowled, “I'll do my best, of course, but we do need to get some sleep, and, if we are going to be that busy tonight, we probably should get dressed and go to dinner. Besides, we do need to let the rest of the school know we are still alive, or who knows what sort of rumors will start flying around!”


With a certain amount of grumbling at having to get dressed, they all made themselves presentable and headed out of the room, making sure they didn't leave anything behind in case they couldn't get back in.


St Mungo's Hospital

After Lunch


Sirius sat quietly watching Amelia leave the room with an expressionless face. The only sign he had understood the news she had given him was the tears rolling down his cheeks. He dropped his eyes to the paper in his hand, the scrawled words that turned his life upside again. Amelia had told him they found the paper on the dining room table at Malfoy Manor, next to a pile of robes and ashes. The note was short, all it said was, '”I'm Sorry! Master of House must go 12 Grm Plc, go below basement, call Tippy.”


Remus watched his friend in concern. He hadn't said a word since Madame Bones had dropped the bombshell on him about his two cousins. He would have been happier if Sirius had been ranting and raving about his family, or showing any sort of reaction, but this was worrying him. “Sirius? Paddy? What are you thinking?”


Sirius looked up and said, “Moony, every time I think I couldn't possibly hate my family more, something comes along and changes my mind! We all knew something had changed after Orion pulled the girls out of school that year, but none of us suspected this! I just thought they had been forced to sign one of those old style Marriage Contracts, and it was causing the personality change. But to use Dark Magic Clones? That's even worse than I ever imagined.”


“What are you going to do?”


“Well, first thing is I need you to get my healer in here, to check me out so I can leave for a few hours, then you and I and a Healer need to get to Gringotts so I can retrieve the Head of House ring, and then we go back to my family home and rescue my cousins!”


Remus nodded, relieved that his friend was rational enough to think things through, and, after getting a promise not to go anywhere until he got back, he left the room to find Sirius' healer. It took quite a bit of explaining, but the Healer had actually known the girls in school and remembered the drastic change, so he agreed to accompany them on their mission.


12 Grimmauld Place

An Hour Later


Sirius led the way down the steps into the basement, and, after several minutes of searching, found the door leading to the sub-basement behind a bookcase in the back of the room. Opening the door, he called out “Tippy!” and an elf that he vaguely remembered popped into view. The elf looked at him suspiciously, until Sirius held out his hand showing the Family Ring, and the elf was eager to lead him and the others downstairs.


When they reached the bottom, the elf opened another door into a well lit room that held two beds as well as shelves with rows and rows of different potions. It was what was on the beds that caused Sirius to swear and Remus to growl in anger. For they saw two teenaged girls, one platinum blonde, and one with jet black hair, laying on the bed as if asleep. The Healer started examining the two of them, and said that they were both alive, but being kept asleep by the potions, he was surprised that they both appeared as healthy as they did, with no signs of bed sores or loss of muscle. The elf spoke up, saying that he had been moving them around and making sure they stayed good for when the master said it was time to wake them. He said the last with a hopeful look toward Sirius, who nodded, “We will wake them up soon, but first, we need to take them where the Healers can examine them and help them get used to being awake again. You can come with us and look after them, but you aren't to give them any more potions unless the Healer says to!” The elf nodded happily, and helped to get the girls out of the room and to the main floor of the house where the Healer's portkey would work.


Once they were back at St Mungo's the girls were moved into Sirius' room, at his insistence, so he could watch over them. The healers agreed to his demands, because they found that, other than still being asleep, the girls were in excellent physical health. Their emotional health was where the healers were concerned, not knowing how they would react to missing 18 years of their lives, and finding out that they had been replaced for all those years, married and one of them had a son. They were bringing in mind healers to help ease the transition, but it was still going to be difficult.


When Andromeda Tonks arrived in response to Sirius' request, she broke down in tears at the sight of her sisters, who she thought she had lost forever when she was cast out of the family. Sirius re-instated her and her daughter to the family and she took over the job of making the house on Grimmauld Place habitable again, either as a family home, or to sell it, Sirius hadn't decided yet.


Hogwarts

The Great Hall

Dinner Time


Harry led the Coven into the Hall, walking close to Hermione so he could provide support if she needed it, and blinked as the Hall fell silent when they walked in. Professor Dumbledore looked up and smiled, “Welcome Mister Potter, I had just finished explaining to everyone that a Coven was being formed here in the Castle, and, as such, would no longer be staying in your former Houses, although you will be attending classes with them as usual. And so, following Tradition, you have been provided with your own table for meals, although you are welcome to visit with your friends.” Albus gestured and a banner with the Potter Coat of Arms emblazoned on it appeared above the table, in the same position that the House Banners hung above the other tables.


Nobody noticed the small beetle that had been perched in the rafters during Dumbledore's announcements, and was watching the Coven take their seats with an odd fascination. After the Coven was seated, it watched for a few minutes longer before flying out a conveniently cracked window.


Thanking the Headmaster, he led the girls to the table, and, as they were taking their seats, Ginny Weasley came up to Harry and Hermione and said, “I just wanted to pass on a message to you, Ron said that he's going to be doing some thinking about how to apologize to the two of you for being such an arsehole for the past few years, and he'll see you later tonight, or, I guess tomorrow since you won't be in the Tower now.” Harry and Hermione looked at each other in surprise, before Harry said, “Thanks Ginny, and let Ron know we appreciate that he's taking the time to think things through.” With a grin, Ginny nodded, and said, “I'll let him know, I just hope his growing up lasts, it's painful as hell, but it can be worth it!”


The meal passed quietly, a few of their former housemates stopped by to chat, and some of the girls got teased by their friends, but, all in all it was a peaceful meal. Harry got a shock though, when Gregory Goyle came up to the table with a girl from Hufflepuff that he didn't recognize. Susan did, and smiled at the girl, who smiled back happily. Goyle stood there for a moment before clearing his throat and said, “Potter, er, Harry, I know that you had something to do with all the changes last night, and I wanted to thank you. I knew that my Da hated having to work with Malfoy, just like Vinnie and I hated having to work with his son, but, debts have to paid, you know? But now that they are gone, we don't have to do what they say anymore, and I like that idea. If Malfoy were still around, I wouldn't be able to be with Tessa, because she's not a Slytherin, or a pureblood! So, if you ever need any help, let me or Vinnie know, because like I said, Debts have to be paid.” With a slight bow, he turned and walked over to the Hufflepuff table, where he sat down next to his girlfriend and went back to his dinner.


Harry turned back to his plate, and was amused to find that Hermione had replaced his milk with orange juice, and added a large helping of pineapple to his plate. Raising an eyebrow at her, she blushed and whispered, “It's supposed to make you taste better, because I really enjoyed doing that, but the taste was really bitter!”


Harry laughed, drawing the attention of the others at the table, and, when Fleur saw the juice and fruit on his plate, and Hermione's blush, her eyes widened, and then she snickered, rapidly followed by Pansy, Cho and Lavender, while the others looked on in various levels of confusion. Pansy made Hermione's blush deepen when she raised her glass in a toast, and said, “Excellent move, Hermione, I know we'll all appreciate it!” The rest of the dinner, and pudding went quickly, although Tracey almost made Hermione choke, and Harry spit his juice over the table when she asked if Hermione hadn't had enough pudding earlier. This time it was Cho who was closest and smacked her, causing the others to laugh.


Harry had just finished his fruit salad, to much amusement from the girls, when a note appeared on the table in front of his plate. Recognizing the spidery handwriting he glanced up at the Head Table, and Professor Dumbledore nodded. Opening the folded paper, he read quickly.


Harry,


It seems your elf, Dobby, is a very motivating task master, when he learned that the South Wing was going to be for the use of you and your 'Coven' he took over the job, and got the other elves to double their efforts, and, incidentally, I've never seen them happier than they were while they were preparing your new rooms. The results speak for themselves, they actually got the entire wing ready in less than half the time I anticipated, and gathered all of your groups belongings, including several of Miss Lovegoods' items that were not in her possession. And Professor Flitwick has stated he would like to talk to her about that situation tomorrow after classes. At any rate, if you and the others will wait at your table after the meal is over, I will escort you to the entrance to the Wing.



The letter was unsigned, but it really didn't need a signature. Telling the others that they would need to wait after the meal was over, to be escorted to their new home, the girls started talking excitedly, except for Luna, who looked nervous about having to meet with her Head of House. Harry was curious about the reason, but decided to wait until he had a chance to get to know her before asking Luna what the situation was. He snorted in his drink at the thought that he needed to get to know a girl he knew without a shadow of a doubt he was going to be having sex with in the very near future.


When Pansy looked at him curiously, he said, “I was just thinking about how weird my life is. All of us are going to be having sex either tonight or tomorrow, and for all the tomorrows we we have left, but, other than Hermione, I really didn't know any of you that well, or at all, before this weekend! For example, I knew you by sight, because you were usually hanging around the Ferret, but I had no idea who you really were, but now I'm looking forward to finding out. I've had classes with most of the rest of you, except for Luna and Cho, of course, and, other than the fact that I enjoyed watching Cho's arse during Quidditch Matches, I really don't know that much about her either. And I don't think I'd said a dozen words to Luna before today, our paths simply never crossed before.”


Pansy nodded, “That's really not unusual in Covens, from what I can recall, because it's magic that called us to form around you, and while it's not likely that magic is self aware, it does seem to use some element of choice when it comes to forming Covens and other similar groups. That's something that I want to study, so I'm working on getting an internship in the Department of Mysteries when I finish my NEWTs.” Hermione and Cho both looked interested at that, and started asking Pansy questions about her research, which had Harry hopelessly confused after listening to them for less than a minute.


Turning to Susan, who was sitting on the other side of Hermione, he said, “Is this going to cause you any problems with the other Hufflepuff's? I mean, Cho had already broken up with Cedric, so that won't cause an issue, but you'll still have to take classes with the rest of your housemates.”


Susan smiled, “No, not really, once the Headmaster made the announcement this morning proving you didn't cheat to enter your name in the Tournament, any lingering resentment that might have been there disappeared, and you actually earned a lot of respect in the house because of the way you warned Cedric about the First Task.” She laughed, “About the only person who is likely to give me a hard time about it is my best friend, Hannah, because she's actually been your biggest booster in the house, and has been ever since that whole “Heir of Slytherin” thing a couple of years ago. I'm sure she is hating that she decided to sleep in this morning, because I'm sure she would have produced a Patronus as well if she had come down to breakfast with me, like I'd asked her to.”


“Well, we still have some spaces to fill, she might not have missed out entirely.” Harry said, thoughtfully. Susan's smile got even wider, “That would be amazing! She's been my best friend since we were toddlers.” Her smile dropped, “It was only because I was spending the night at her house that I'm still alive. I was spending the night with her when the Death Eaters attacked my parents house.” She finished quietly, looking down at her plate. Daphne was sitting next to her, and was able to get to her before Harry was, and wrapped her in a hug as Harry got out of his seat and put his arms around her as well. Susan smiled weakly, and wiped her eyes, before returning the hug to both he and Daphne. “Thanks, that helped” she said quietly, and then got a wicked grin on her face as a thought occurred to her. “I think you would like it if Hannah joins us, Harry, based on what Fleur said, and watching you and Hermione, you see, you wouldn't know it from the robes she wears, but that girl has an absolutely crackling arse! I see it in the showers often enough to know, after all! It's shaped like an inverted heart, and bet she would squeal nicely if you bent her over a desk and buggered her!” Harry groaned, “Damn it! Are you trying to make me tear a hole in my trousers? I'm already randy as hell, thinking about tonight, and you tease me like that? But how would you know that she'd enjoy being bent over a desk?”


Susan giggled, “Ernie snuck some Fire-whiskey in one night during the Holidays, and we all got nicely toasted, but Hannah and I were the last ones awake, so we got the password to the Prefects Bath from Cedric and went to have a soak, and we got to telling each other our dirtiest fantasies, and I was teasing her about you, and asked her to tell me her favorite fantasy about you, and that's what she told me! Of course, she had to ask me the same question, so I told her about you mounting me on your broom and shagging as you flew over the Quidditch Pitch! I'm not sure how we could make that one come true, but it might be interesting to try.” She finished with a speculative look on her face.


Daphne grinned, “That one does sound like fun, but even as good on a broom as Harry is, I'm not sure I'd be able to relax enough knowing that one lapse of concentration could have me plowing into the ground as he was plowing me! I've heard the expression 'Making the Earth Move' but I don't think that's quite what they meant.


“I think my favorite Potter fantasy was the one about you taking me doggie style in Potions Class, while Snape is wandering around the room, and doesn't notice us for some reason. Maybe we're under that Invisibility Cloak you're rumored to have? In my fantasy, you somehow convinced me to get completely naked, and, since you can't use active magic around the potions, you stuff my knickers in my mouth to keep me quiet, and you slide into me, and grab hold of my girls and play with the nipples, giving me the deep down tingles, ya know? And then you start really pumping, and I'm holding onto the front of the desk for dear life so I don't go over the edge! You are really getting into it, and lean forward, whispering in my ear that you think the invisibility cloak is slipping, and if we aren't careful, the entire class is going to see me naked, and they will want me, but Harry says that they can only look because you belong to me! It's usually about that point that I blast off, and I'm not sure if it's the element of danger in being caught, or what that drives me up a wall on that one, but it's still a favorite. Tracey has one of her own, but I'll let her tell you when the time is right.”


Seeing the look on Harry's face, Daphne grinned, “Don't look so surprised Harry! Just about every girl in the dorm had their favorite Harry Potter fantasy, and I wouldn't be surprised if the same thing was true in the other houses.”


Padma spoke up, “It's true, Harry, there were many nights when I heard your name being moaned in my dorm after curfew. And I'm sure you know about the Quidditch Girls in your House?” At his puzzled look, she laughed, “You didn't? That's priceless! I think you are probably the only one who didn't then. Parvati was up in Katie's room getting some help with a Charms assignment and the other two were there, and the three of them were griping about there not being any Quidditch this year, because they were planning on jumping you in the shower after the first game. Naturally, that got Parv's attention, and the three of them starting giving her an in-depth description of their plans for you. It was when Angelina got so turned on she started kissing Alicia that Katie ended the study session and Parvati left, and when she mentioned it to Lavender, she already knew all about it, it turns out that their plans weren't exactly secret.”


Harry grinned, “Damn, just when I think I've hit the limit on strangeness in my life, something else happens to change my mind! Of course, after the craziness and moments of mind numbing Terror of my first three years, I really don't mind non life threatening strangeness for a change.” Leaning down he gave Susan a soft kiss, to make sure she was feeling better, and then kissed Daphne so she wouldn't feel left out, and continued, “I'm sorry that the Chasers are going to be disappointed, but I'm not looking to add them to the group. If they get an invitation in the ritual and accept, that's fine, but I'm not interesting in bringing in more girls, just to bring them in. It's like I said earlier, I still barely know most of you, and I need to know all of you as women, besides being my lovers.”


Padma smiled warmly at him, “Harry, that is why Parvati and I decided a while ago that you are the only man for us. You are not the typical guy, who wouldn't care about getting to know us as individuals, most guys would be interested in nothing more than, to be slightly vulgar about it, three holes and a pretty face!”


The other girls who were listening (Cho, Pansy and Hermione were still deeply involved in their conversation) all nodded, and feeling a pair of eyes looking at her lustily, Padma looked up and met her sister's eyes. Silently questioning Parvati with her eyes (something they'd been able to do for years) , her smile turned into a naughty grin, and she continued, “In fact, because you are the man you are, Parvati and I have decided that our first time with you, we want to be together, and, I mean, completely together! Parv and I have always been close, but we've never played with each other, but with you, we want to, and we will!”


Harry's eyes widened, and he was about to say something before he shut his mouth, and ground out, “If the Headmaster doesn't get here soon and lead us to the new dorms, there are going to be several scandalized professors, because I'm on the verge of losing it and grabbing one or more of you and shagging you right on the table!”


“Well, then I'd say it is a very good thing that I'm here, isn't it?” An amused voice spoke from behind him, and Harry the the girls turned to see Dumbledore standing there with a smile on his face. Ignoring Harry's embarrassed flush, and the girls laughter, the old man led them out of the Great Hall and down an unused corridor, and up several flights of stairs to a doorway. The Professor said, “The current password is 'Prongs' in recognition of your rather remarkable Patronus, but you can change it to what ever you like once you get inside, I just ask that you let me know what it is in case there is need to reach you.”


After getting Harry's agreement to provide the new password, Dumbledore nodded pleasantly at the group and took his leave. If any one noticed that he seemed a lot happier than he had been recently, with a slight bounce in his step, no one commented on it. And there was no one close enough to hear him chuckle and say, “Seeing them makes me wonder if I should have accepted the offer to form a Coven around me after I destroyed Gellert? Ah well, missed opportunities. It's probably for the best, I didn't have young Harry's strength of character then, and I probably would not have been able to treat them well.” Whistling softly, he headed to his office to get caught up on what had happened at the ministry that day.


Inside the South Wing

Immediately After Dumbledore Walked Away


As the girls and Harry were looking around the entrance hall to the Wing, Pansy heard several gasps at the luxurious furnishings and decorations. Taking control again, she spoke up, “Right! We can explore later, right now, Harry is about to burst from the way a few of you were teasing him at dinner, and it's not right to leave him that way.” The girls grinned but shook their heads, while Harry smiled at the blushes on Padma and Susan's faces, while Daphne looked rather proud of herself. Seeing that she had their attention, Pansy shrugged out of her robes and began removing her clothing. Taking their cue from her, the others were soon naked as well.


Walking up to Harry, Pansy said, “I believe you told me that I would be next?”


Harry grinned, “I did promise you that, didn't I? Well, never let it be said that I don't keep my promises. Shall we find a room?”


“Why bother? I'm not bashful, are you?” Pansy asked with a grin.


With a laugh, Harry said, “Not any more!” as he grabbed her and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder as he made his way down the hallway into the Common Area. Finding a comfortable looking couch, he lowered Pansy to the floor and took a seat, and spread his legs wide enough for her to get between them.


Pansy shook her head, still grinning. “Nuh-uhn! That's not going to work for me. I'm not one of the submissive's you've got in the Coven, if you want a girl to kneel before you and worship your cock, there are plenty who would be happy to do it, but if you want me to give you a knobber, you'd better be prepared to return the favor!”


Harry chuckled, “Are you going to make a habit of bossing me around Pansy?”


“No, but I thought it was a good idea to make you aware that we are all very different in our desires, now, I know that Daphne has a mild sub streak, but Tracey doesn't, in fact she'll probably try and dominate you, which will be interesting to watch, if nothing else. I went along with your orders to get down on my knees in front of Hermione, because I understood you were testing me, which is fair enough, you don't really know me. But don't expect me to do it again, ok?”


Harry nodded, “Fair enough, and you're right, it was a test, to see if you were worthy of being Alpha, and you passed. I'm not in the habit of testing people, but it was a special case, because I wasn't there to observe you in person.” Grinning at her, he waggled his eyebrows, “So, you want to find out what a parselmouth can do with his tongue?”


Pansy laughed, “Hell yes! This should be an experience!”


Stretching out on the couch, Harry grinned at her and stuck out his tongue, wiggling it around. With a giggle, Pansy climbed onto the couch, her knees straddling his head. Leaning forward, she lowered herself on top of him, and gasped when his tongue penetrated her. “Oh yeah! That's nice, that's real nice, Harry” she purred, before moving down and taking the head of his cock in her mouth. Giving him a quick suck, she pulled her head up and gathered as much saliva as she could in her mouth, before letting it dribble onto him. Working her hand along his shaft, she stroked him and enjoyed his muffled moans as he teased her inner walls with his tongue. She felt a strange vibration inside her, and realized he was using parselmouth on her, and bolts of pleasure started shooting through her as his tongue hit places inside her that hadn't been touched before. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure, wriggling on his face, until a sharp smack on her bum reminded her that she was busy too. Taking more of him inside her mouth, she sucked in her cheeks, locking him between her lips, before slowly pulling back. Harry's hips bucked as her mouth moved on him, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. It was her turn to smack him on the bum, to stay still, and he dropped back to the couch.


Pansy had experienced plenty of tongues inside her fanny, both guys and girls, but the feelings Harry's tongue was generating she'd never experienced before! She knew that she was going to cum soon, and wanted to make Harry cum first, otherwise he'd be insufferable. With a smirk, she pulled her mouth free and stuck her index finger in, getting it as wet as she could before pulling it out and sucking him again. She could tell by Harry's groans the he was getting close to the edge, so she worked her hand under him, and slid her finger between his arse cheeks. Taking him as deep as she was able to, she paused as her finger found his ring of muscle and slid her finger inside him! She knew it would cause Harry go off, but she wasn't expecting how much he came! Her mouth was flooded with his seed, and Harry's startled yelp from the unexpected penetration caused her to go over the edge at the same time.


“What the bloody hell was that for?” Harry spluttered once he could talk again, as he wiped Pansy's juices off his face. Pansy finished swallowing what was in her mouth, and looked back over her shoulder at him, and smirked, “Well, it's only fair, you are going to be the first person in my arse, so I thought I should be the first person in yours!”


Harry sat up and grabbed his glasses. Putting them on, he stared at her for a moment, before chuckling ruefully, shaking his head. “Fair enough, I suppose, and it did set me off nicely, but,” and he looked at the other girls who were watching in amusement, except for Tracey who was licking her finger suggestively, “Once was enough! If one of you feels the same way, ask me first, don't just plunge right in! I don't do that to you, and expect the same consideration, okay?” Getting nods from the assembled girls, he reached for his wand and gestured for Pansy to reach out her hand. He cast a quick cleaning spell on the finger in question and then cast the same spell on his mouth and Pansy's mouth.


Looking at the way the other girls were sitting in the couches around the room, he noticed that most of the had paired up, with Fleur and Cho sitting with their arms around each other, Parvati and Lavender together, sitting next to Padma and Luna. The surprises though, were Susan cuddling into Daphne, and Hermione sitting on the carpet in front of Tracey, who had stopped sucking on her finger, and was playing with Hermione's bushy hair, while his best friend leaned back contentedly.


Deciding to wonder if Hermione realized how deep her submissiveness ran later, he reached over and tweaked Pansy's nipple to get her attention. The brunette started, and turned to him with a smile. “Penny for 'em?” Harry asked softly, and she chuckled, “Nothing too urgent, just thinking about how well the girls are getting along already, and wondering if it's something you are doing subconsciously.”


Harry looked at her, puzzled, “What? I haven't done anything to anyone, except use some special knowledge to know how to make them cum their brains out when we were making love.”


“I realize that, and I also said you may be doing in subconsciously. As for your conscious knowledge, we'll get to that in a minute, but so far you've done amazingly!” She chuckled throatily,


“But outside of making our toes curl, and thank you for that, I think you've been affecting all of us even without being aware of it. I doubt you've spent much time with large groups of women before this, but even this early there would be sniping as the girls tested each others boundaries, and established their place in the group. But there hasn't been any of that here. And Susan and Luna, who were the most nervous about this, have both come out of their shells already, I mean, look at how Susan is cuddling with Daphne! Could you imagine that happening before? A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin being so close? It seems that whatever changes are going on are being done to make this as harmonious as possible, which is a good thing, because less stress makes for a happier family, and, that is what we are turning into, a family! Granted, it's not the typical family, and I'm sure that some people wouldn't approve, which is why it's a good thing that we are also a Coven. Especially since the Coven bond is legally as well as magically recognized as a form of marriage. So, even though people are going to assume we are all shagging you, and each other, but since we're in a recognized marriage, most people won't even care that much. You will probably get some jealous comments and looks from people who want what you have, but that's about it.”


“Well, that's good to know, but will it stop people like Skeeter from causing us problems?” He asked doubtfully, “She doesn't seem to care about the facts, she just makes up whatever she wants, and the paper prints it.”


“Oh, don't worry about Miss Skeeter, I have a way to keep her under control, and if needed, won't hesitate to use it!” Pansy smiled nastily, “and she knows that I have that information, so, to borrow a muggle phrase, if she were a man, you'd say that I have her by the bollocks, and she knows that I won't hesitate to give them a squeeze if it became necessary.” Harry flinched instinctively when she mentioned squeezing, causing Pansy to laugh, and she said, “Don't worry Harry, we're all getting rather attached to yours, so I don't think there's going to be any squeezing going on.”


Harry laughed and wiped an imaginary bead of sweat off his forehead, “Whew! That's a relief! I've gotten rather attached to them myself.”


Pansy grinned, and then her expression changed, “Speaking of that, I think we've talked long enough, don't you?”


Harry didn't answer, he just put his hands on her waist and lifted her so she was sitting on his lap. She wriggled, feeling him still rock hard beneath her. “Very nice,” she murmured, as she shifted her position so she was straddling him. Lifting up, she reached down and gripped him, rubbing his head against her lips before sliding down and taking him inside. “Oooh! Nice, very nice!” she sighed, as she took him completely into her wetness.


Harry pulled her to him, pressing her breasts against his chest as he kissed her.


Across the room, Padma glanced over at Luna and saw her lover had an unusually pensive look on her face. “What's wrong, Luna?”


Luna started at hearing her name, and turned to Padma, blinking her silver-gray eyes rapidly. “Nothing is really wrong, I was just thinking about how much my life has changed in less than 24 hours, and how much I've changed. Yesterday I was thinking about nothing more important than possible places Daddy and I can go camping this summer to search for the elusive Crumple Horned Snorkack, and now I'm part of a Coven and waiting to lose my virginity to a boy I barely knew this morning! And, instead of being nervous about it, I'm excited and really looking forward to it, and that bothers me a little. Is it something that Harry's magic is doing to me? Or is it something inside me that is reacting to him and all the rest of the girls? I want to be here, don't ever doubt that, but I'm still confused about why I'm reacting this way.”


Padma smiled at her warmly as she pulled the younger girl into a hug. “It's too bad you hadn't had your meeting with Madame Pomfrey yet, she covers all of what you are concerned about in her lecture. To be honest, at that time it was more than slightly embarrassing, but she said she needed to go into detail because there was a boy in our year who was potentially that powerful. She didn't say who it was, but it's obvious now that it's Harry she was referring to. One of the things that she said, is that the male's magic would seek out the most compatible partners, and if the prospective partner, or their magic, accepted, the partners would find their libido increasing to match their partners. She also said that our stamina would increase as well, so we would be able to keep up with him.”


“When Harry cast his Patronus this morning, he may have just been planning to show his happiness at some wonderful news that he'd received, but sometime recently he'd become aware of his magical strength and accepted it, and his magic used the emotion of the Patronus to seek out the most compatible partners for him. When our Patronus' joined his, we were, either consciously or not, accepting the offer. So, having said that, let me ask you, why did you cast your Patronus this morning?”


Luna blinked, “I really didn't think about it, when the Stag nuzzled me, I felt such a wonderful feeling, like being wrapped in a warm blanket of love, and I just reacted, I had cast the spell without even thinking about it. From what you're saying, that was my magic accepting Harry's offer? I think I'm a little disappointed. We are going to be married to Harry, and he hasn't even taken me out on a date, not even a Hogsmeade weekend!”


Padma couldn't help herself, she burst out laughing, getting looks from the others in the room. Blushing slightly, she got herself under control and said, “Luna, if you want a date with Harry, all you have to do is ask him, and I'm sure he would be happy to oblige you. One thing I've learned about Harry from talking to Hermione and my sister, he has an incredibly giving heart. If there is something that you truly feel you need to make you happy, if it's something he can do, he will do it! At least, if you are somebody that he cares about, he will. I doubt he would have gone out of his way to do something to make Draco happy.”


Then, growing serious, she continued, “And, as for being married, that's true, when the Coven is formed, we are legally and magically married to him. That's why Pansy got worried when she heard about the prophecy, if we aren't a true Coven, then, to use a term I heard Molly Weasley use in a Howler once, we're considered nothing more than Scarlet Women at best, or Harry's whores at worst. That is one thing that Madame Pomfrey was very clear about, if we became involved with the boy in our year, we had to be extremely discreet, and he did also, in order to protect our reputations. She also said that we were fortunate in this case, because if we did get involved, the boy had a large enough family fortune, or so rumor had it, that he could marry as many girls as he wanted, and would be able to support them and their families for as long as they lived.”


Luna frowned, “That really doesn't make much sense! From what you've said, Jeremy's Rule is a recognized fact, and so is the need for multiple partners, and yet, if we become one of the partners that magic itself has chosen, we're the ones who have to worry about what people say about us?”


Padma nodded, “I know, and you're right, it doesn't make any sense at all. But, what I think the reason for it is, it's simple jealousy. Someone as powerful as Harry is extremely rare, and others, who aren't as magically powerful as he is, but have their own type of power, like former Minister Fudge, for example, would be extremely envious of Harry, simply because they see that Harry has something they can never have. And the typical reaction to envy is to attempt to tear down the object of that envy. They run into a problem, because attacking Harry, or whoever, directly leads to the attacked person responding, and with the power he had available, it wouldn't turn out well for the attacker. So they go after the girls or women who have joined him, to make them unhappy because of the reaction they would receive from the public, and in turn, the women would make the man unhappy. So Fudge, or whoever, gets to enjoy Harry's misery, and go about his life knowing that he'd shown that upstart that Fudge has real power over him!”


“I guess that makes sense. It's ugly and petty, so it's pretty much what I would expect someone like Fudge to do. I guess I'd better try to remember where I heard about that ritual so we can find the others.” Looking over at Harry and Pansy, she said, “I have to say, if getting buggered is as much fun as Pansy makes it seem, I think I'm looking forward to it.”


Padma followed Luna's gaze, and gaped, sometime during their conversation, Harry had maneuvered Pansy so she was on her belly on the couch, with a cushion raising her hips up. Harry was leaning over her, stroking into her arse as Pansy yelled encouragement in a language Padma didn't recognize, but she had a wide smile on her face as she was pushing back at Harry. They were both coated in sweat, and Harry was panting with the exertion, but he suddenly paused and his entire body tensed up, Padma took a moment to admire how tight his bum was, before he howled his release, and Pansy screamed her pleasure as well. Harry collapsed on top of Pansy, still inside her, as the two of them struggled to catch their breaths.


The others sat silently, awe struck at the display the two of them had put on, until Tracey started clapping, and the others quickly joined in. Pansy flipped her friend the 'reverse V' with two of her fingers, and then, apparently finding the strain of holding her arm up to be too much, dropped it to the floor, and they soon heard snoring coming from the brunette.


Harry looked down at Pansy is surprise, and muttered, “Damn, I wore her out that much? I'm still rarin' to go!” Gently pulling himself from her arse, he noticed how sweaty he was, and took a good whiff of himself and grimaced, “Okay, need a shower before anything else.” Glancing at the clock on the wall he blinked, “Is that right? It's only Seven Thirty? Could have sworn it was later than that.” Grabbing his wand, he cast a quick 'Tempus' charm, and the charm agreed with the clock. Gently vanishing the remnants of his romp with Pansy, he leaned over and lifted her into his arms. Turning to the others, he grinned, “Enjoy the show? We'll be back in a little while, going to grab a shower. Luna can you write down everything you can remember about the ritual to find the other members? And Fleur, have you sent a message to Appoline? I would imagine she would like to join us, don't you?”


“Already done, while you were busy, 'Arry. I would have told you through the bond, but didn't wish to break your concentration.”


Harry nodded, “Yeah, I think that would have been a distraction, and Pansy would have been annoyed at us,” he grinned, and said to Hermione, “She's as bossy as you are Hermione, just in a different area.”


His bushy haired friend looked up him and smiled in response, “Well, honestly Harry, somebody has to do it! Otherwise you'd never get your homework done,” She paused, and with a wicked grin, she added, “Although this is a whole lot more fun than Wizards Chess! I never did see the point of that game.”


Harry laughed and nodded, “On that note, see you all in a few minutes.”


Carrying the dozing Pansy in his arms, Harry soon found the door with his name on the brass plate. He did a double take when he saw how the elves, probably Dobby, had written his name. “Master Harry Potter Sir, The Greatest Wizard in the World!” Shaking his head, he decided it would just hurt the little guys' feelings if he asked them to change it, so he'd just have to put up with the teasing from the girls.


Freeing one of his hands, he opened the door and carried Pansy inside. Pausing briefly to admire the room, he found the door leading to the en-suite and opened it. His eyes widened as he got a look at the facilities, it was easily the size of the Prefects Bath, and just as luxurious. He whistled softly, “Damn, I really need to thank Dobby and the others for the work they did, this is amazing.”


Pansy heard his whistle and stirred, cracking open her eyes, she looked around curiously. “Harry, what's going on? Where are we?”


“We're in my en-suite, and I brought us here so we could grab a quick shower before we start looking for the ritual to bring the others to us.”


Pansy nodded, and, taking a whiff of the two of them, she said, “A very good idea! That was amazing, but we did get pretty rank, didn't we?”


“Yes to both, but it's too bad we don't have more time, that tub looks like it could be a whole lot of fun.” He said, wondering if he could get some more Gillyweed.


“You're a randy bastard, aren't you Harry?” Pansy laughed, “We can try that another time, or maybe you can welcome Cho here, I get the feeling she's the type to enjoy a good energetic bath!”


Harry got a speculative look in his eye, and Pansy groaned as she felt him twitch against her. “Shower first, Harry!” she laughed, “You've got plenty of willing women to play with later tonight, and, hell, maybe I'll be up for another round by then. But we've got work to do first.”


With a mock pout, Harry nodded and set her down on the tile floor. Grabbing a pair of towels, the two of them managed to get themselves cleaned up in short order, and, as they were drying off, Pansy noticed Harry stiffen. Looking at him curiously, she was about to ask him what was going on but suddenly heard Fleur's voice in her head!”


“Arry? We 'ave a slight complication 'ere. Appoline iz here, but Gabrielle is with 'er, she went through her change last night, and is in her adult form!”


Pansy concentrated, “Fleur, I'm here too, did you mean to send the message to both of us? Anyway, how is that a problem, we already knew it was going to happen fairly soon, and from what you told us, your sister is going to be willing to join us, so why is this a complication?”


Harry relaxed, listening to the two of them talking, Pansy was asking the questions he would have asked, so he was content to let her act her part as the Alpha and only join in if he had something to contribute.


“Pansy? Welcome to the bond, sister! And it's not a major problem, but, have you ever heard the expression, 'like a kid on a sugar rush'? That is what Gabrielle is acting like now, she is bouncing around the room, but it's not sugar she is craving, she is insisting on bonding with Harry now! Apparently our ritual last night, and the awakening, awakened her too! She showed up just after we left this morning, and knew everything that 'ad 'appened last night, and when she woke up, she was in her adult form. It was all Appoline could do to keep her from rushing up to the school until they got my message.” There was a brief pause, and Harry and Pansy looked at each other, Pansy with amusement and Harry with a slightly resigned air about him. Fleur spoke again, and they both heard her clearly.


“Remind me to thank Luna and Cho later! Luna managed, with Cho translating, to get Gabrielle to sit calmed down to the point where she is willing to wait for you to be ready for her, but I'm sure she's still going to want to bond with you tonight. Don't worry about dressing, as soon as they saw we were all naked, Appoline and Gabrielle stripped down as well.”


Laughing at the latest strange turn his life took, Harry sent “We'll be there shortly, Fleur.” and ended the connection.


Turning to Pansy he said, “Well, it would be rude to keep our latest guests waiting, so, shall we?”


Pansy nodded regally, “We shall.” And laughing together, the two of them left the room and headed down to greet their guests.


End Chapter Four