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Made my peace and now I'm through,

This is the last song,

That I will dedicate to you!

Dumbledore comes to pick up Harry and takes him to visit Slughorn. Harry is then dropped off at the Weasley's where he see's Ron, and continues his research on Voldemort.

Albus Dumbledore appeared in outside the door of number four Privet Drive, the noise making a nearby cat jump in shock. Calmly, He approached the door and knocked a short 6 tone tune.

Harry had just came in Petunia's mouth when he heard the knock at the door. He pulled out quickly and zipped himself up. Aunt Petunia stood up and smoothed out her dress before rushing downstairs to answer the door. As she rushed out the room, Harry splayed his hand and all of his school items packed themselves into his worn and battered trunk.

I should probably get a new one. Harry thought as he saw the state of it. And a new one of them. His wand floated into the trunk. The brother wand of Voldemorts was useful, but he couldn't have their spells locking up in battle.

Harry gripped the heavy trunk and hauled it downstairs. The wards he set up told him the magical signature was Dumbledore's and there was no other reason he would be here.

"Hello, Mrs Dursley!" Dumbledore smiled, stepping into the house.

Petunia screamed as he walked in the house uninvited. Harry ignored her and walked up to Dumbledore. "Are we going, old man?"

Dumbledore's smile quickly turned into a frown. "Are you still angry with me about the prophecy, my boy?"

"Of course I'm angry about the prophecy!" Harry semi-lied loudly "Let's just go." With that he dragged his trunk out the door.

Still frowning, Dumbledore followed the teen he had manipulated so much outside. "Would you like me to lighten that?" Dumbledore said kindly, noticing how Harry dragged the trunk behind him.

Harry nodded his head with another fake grimace. Dumbledore swished his wand and the trunk lightened considerably. Harry smirked slightly and lifted the trunk up and carried it on his shoulder with no effort. "Thanks."

"Before I take you to see the Weasley's, we must make a detour." Dumbledore told him. "Just to meet our new potions professor."

"What did you finally fire Snape?" Harry laughed, knowing this wasn't the case.

"Professor Snape, Harry." Dumbledore frowned again. "And no, I did not." With that he grabbed a hold of Harry's elbow and apparated the pair onto a darker, more decrepit street. Harry looked behind him and could scarcely see the top of the London Eye.

"Thought a Professor would live in a nicer area." Harry remarked, following Dumbledore up a overgrown path. It took all his willpower not to rip the man apart. Dumbledore didn't answer, and instead pushed the ajar door fully open. Harry walked into the living room, and an armchair in the corner of the room almost blinded him. He recovered as Dumbledore walked through the door.

Mage sight! Harry realised That chair is either some freaky self-transfiguration or cursed as hell.

He quickly looked deeper into the light and saw an old balding man curled up inside. He wore pink pinstriped pyjamas. Dumbledore seemed to notice too, but was determined to impress him.

"Horace, I know your here. Out you come." Dumbledore called, before casting a stinging hex at the chair.

"Ow!" The chair cried in pain before transforming back into a man. "For crying out loud Dumbledore!"

Harry muffled a laugh at the pitiful man in front of him. He looked so useless.

"I need you to return to Hogwarts, Horace." Dumbledore started "And don't argue, we both know what'll happen if you do." His eyes turned cold.

"Professor what?" Harry was astonished he would dare make such a threat in front of him. Wasn't he trying to convince him that he was the epitome of the light?

"Death Eaters, Harry." Dumbledore lied obviously, his eyes twinkling.

"Fine." Slughorn spat. "I'll be there."

"Good." Dumbledore's smile instantly sprang back up, unnoticing of the dark looks directed his way by both Slughorn and Harry. Without warning he grabbed Harry and apparated them to a trail, The Burrow in sight. It was cold, Harry had only just noticed.

"Why's it cold?" Harry asked Dumbledore.

"You didn't feel the cold at the Dursley's because of the blood wards. And you were only outside for a small amount of time at Horace's house, where the left over magic from apparation was surging through your body keeping you warm." Dumbledore explained. "I'm sorry I cannot get you closer my boy, but the Weasley's have put up anti-apparation wards as of late. I'll see you when term starts, Harry."

With that he apparated away.

"Barmy old fucker." Harry cursed him. He walked for a while. He passed over a gurgling stream,smiling at a wolf that bounded into the foliage. His breath came out in puffs of cloud, and his hands were jammed in his pockets. Dead twigs cracked under his boots.

It was standing there on an embankment that dipped five metres down. He didn't look round as he approached. He gripped the tarpaulin and whipped it off. Standing there in all it's glory was Sirius's Harley Davidson Fat Bob custom. He traced his fingers over the cold bodywork. The bike was a dark brown with suade seats. The chrome bars that attached the front wheel to the handle had droplets of condensation running down them. He had left it here before he bought his Madeira House and he couldn't just leave it here anymore. He had a completely empty garage back home, might as well fill it.

Still gripping the handle, he shunted him and the bike to the double garage at his beach house. The heat hit him like a truck and his ears were assaulted by the sound of sea waves crashing and the low him of the air conditioning. He walked into the house, and smiled slightly as he saw Astoria and Evangaline staring at him through the bars of their cage with lust filled eyes.

"Now I can't stay you stupid whores, buy your not getting off that easily." Harry barked "You two, fuck until you see me again."

Harry shunted out as the pair started to approach each other. He appeared closer to the Burrow but out of sight so no-one noticed his sudden appearance.

Suppose there aren't any wards against dimensional shunters. Harry thought with a mental shrug. He started walking towards the door but it swung open before he reached it. Proximity Ward. He realised. They were gearing this place up for a full on siege. He mentally sifted through the wards he could detect.

Anti-apparation, anti-portkey, anti-animagus, Spell Resistance Ward, Shield Ward, Emergency Shield Ward, Power Ward, Proximity Ward, Self Replenishing Supply Wards. Shit, bet Ron would like that one.

"Harry!" A thinner Molly Weasley called out with a smile. She was still rather plump but there was a definite weight loss.

"Heya Mrs Weasley!" Harry called back, before he was choked in a hug. Her massive breasts squished against his chest.

"My word you have grown!" Molly gaped up at him. He didn't realise how tall he was until he towered over her. "Come in, don't stand out in the cold!" She ushered him through the door and into her home. Harry had nothing against the Weasley's, with the exception of Ron, and he loved their home. It had such a... well homely feel to it.

"Are you hungry dear?" Molly looked at him. "I'm glad your not as scrawny as before. You've been eating over the holiday."

"No thanks Mrs Weasley. Maybe Later." Harry gave her a kind smile and walked upstairs. He knocked slightly on Ron's door and then opened it. "Hello?" He questioned, looking for Hermione.

"Heya Harry." Ron looked as though he had been crying.

"Hey Ron." Harry said curtly, disdain seething through his teeth.

"Harry I need to tell you something, but before I do, know that I am so, so sorry!" Ron sobbed, clutching at Harry's jeans.

"Woah, what's up?" Harry pretended to care.

"I-I," Ron gulped. "I've been reporting on you to Dumbledore since first year. Just to tell him how your powers were growing, and to stop you from turning dark. I know that's bad, but we were protecting you."

"What?!" Harry shouted. He was shocked Ron was admitting this, and acting shocked to him wasn't bad either. If he hadn't reacted Ron wouldn't have believed him.

"We were getting paid to, and I needed too. For my family. You have to know this was after we became friends, so our friendship was real." Ron pleaded with him. "B-but I just learned, by listening to one of Dumbledore's meetings with dad that it was your money. I went to Gringotts and paid back everything in my vault back to you. I am so sorry" Ron wailed.

Harry was shocked by this development. Did this mean Arthur knew? Molly? He was at a loss as of what to do with Ron. Should he torture him and kill him? Should he forgive him and recruit him? What should he do?

"We?" Harry said dangerously, trying to scare Ron.

"Hermione too." Ron admitted. "I told her but she just had this blank expression. I don't think she cared."

That'll be because she's my slave. All of Harry's hate towards Ron had dissipated. "Have you told Dumbledore what you've done?"

"No." Ron spat. "I hate that fucking bastard.How could he steal your money? I'm gonna turn dark just to piss him off."

"Really?" Harry had a hint of hope in his voice.

"Nah. I'm not crazy. He might be a dick but he's super powerful and plus I don't agree with Voldemort."

Harry felt pride swell within him as he heard Ron say Voldemorts name without tremble. He was still unsure what to do to his friend. On the one hand, he betrayed his trust and was paid his own money to do so. On the other, the man who had him spying was the most 'powerful light wizard since merlin' and when he found out it was his money he paid as much as he could back.

"R-Ron, I need some space to think about this." Harry looked at the ginger. "I have to go." With that he rushed downstairs to see Tonks at the table with Mrs Weasley. Smirking he gestured for Tonks to come upstairs.

"I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, do you have a shower I could use? I've been on duty and I'm not the cleanest." She lied

"Of course, dearie. Upstairs and to the right. One of the children will show you." Mrs Weasley smiled at her.

"Thanks." She rushed out the kitchen and closed the door.

"Make your tits bigger!" Harry hissed quietly, slapping her hard across the face.

Tonks glared at him but Harry smirked as he watched her tits increase in size. He gripped ahold of one of the perky melons and squeezed it hard, laughing silently at the moan of pain Tonks produced.

"Let's get you that shower." Harry slapped her tit and started walking up the stairs. "Follow me."

Harry walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. He didn't bother holding the door open for the slut, and the instant she was inside he locked the door and threw up a silencing charm. He unzipped his trousers and rammed his massive, hard cock in between her jugs. He moaned as the soft flesh surrounded his cock head. He pushed in and out, the head appearing out the top and smacking Tonks in the face a couple of times. He grabbed her by the hair and violently pulled her mouth down onto his cock. As she set to work Harry ripped of the top that was keeping her massive tits hidden, exposing both her breasts and his cock. Her trousers and panties quickly followed. She was completely naked bar her Auror robe.

He stood there and relaxed,pulling out of her tits so the pole of flesh could disappear down the slaves mouth. She extended her tongue and ran it along the length, hissing in pleasure along with her master, as the tongue touched both his piss hole and 6 inches down. She put her hands on the back of his thighs and tried to force the other half into her. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips making light suctions as she took more of him inside her mouth and as she pulled off him.

Harry grabbed the back of her head and started to hump her face. His massive balls slapped her chin and she felt her tight throat loosening to accommodate the cock that invaded her throat. Harry watched in delight as she shuddered around his cock and came. He kept forcing his way inside her throat. Grunting as the hot slick tunnel loosened and contracted around his hardened member. He panted as he shot his thick warm cum directly into her stomach. He pulled out of her throat, and a thick coating of saliva coated and dripped from his dick. Without prompt, Tonks starts to lick the thick coating off.

Harry punched her in the face, sending her to the floor. "On your hands and knees bitch. Make yourself look like Fleur Dealcour."

"I don't know who that is!" Tonks gasped, not having caught her breath from the throat fucking she'd just recieved.

Harry growled and kicked her in the side. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, shapely ass."

Tonks sobbed as her hair turned a dirty blonde and lengthened. Her eyes turned sapphire and her ass grew more shapely. She looked nothing like Fleur but she was still damn hot.

"Good enough, but you can't get anything right, can you whore?" Harry spat lining himself up with her dripping pussy.

"No master." Tonks whispered as she felt her entrance being probed by the massive prick head.

Harry thrust inside her without warning. He withdrew and then smashed back in again. He continued to fuck her doggystyle for a couple of minutes, his lengthy cock burying itself inside of her quivering cunt repeatedly. He hammered at her pussy, not letting up, not caring about hurting her, or causing her pleasure. Tonks envied Daphne at that moment. She had just gotten off half a dozen times when Harry wasn't even trying. Imagine how good it would feel if she was Daphne and he did. Her pussy walls tightened around his cock as he slid in deep and pulled ou to the head. He thrust in once more, fully sheathing himself inside of his personal cum dump.

He panted heavily and smiled evilly down as she moaned in pleasure. "You like that, you stupid fucking slut? You like my big long cock forcing its way down your worthless pussy?"

Tonks rode the wave of her orgasm. "OHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS MASSSSSTEEEEEERRRR!" She screamed, Harry never stopping at turning his quest to turn her pussy to mush.

"No cumming for you then bitch!" Harry laughed coldly, and fucked her more, filled with renewed vigour.

The massive prick smashed at her insides like she was made for it. It plunged in and out of her depths, ruining her for any other man. He spanked her as he fucked the moaning slut, complaining because she couldn't cum. Harry laughed as he screwed her, mentally making a note to forbid her from cumming until he said so whenever they fucked.

"OH GOD YES MASTER!" Tonks shouted as she was jolted forward with every thrust. Harry sped up and managed to make the slapping sound almost machine gun like. He only pulled out an inch or two before diving back in without pause. He grabbed her hair and used it as a handle to pull himself in as he screwed her.

"COME ON SLAVE FACTORY!" Harry roared spanking her really hard. "LETS PUT YOU TO WORK!" With that he unloaded into her, his cum splashing deep inside her and with enough volume she felt her tunnels start to bloat as his big cock plugged her up.

Harry pulled the massive cock out of her and waited a second before it started rushing out. Damn I was deep in there.

Tonks moaned as she felt the cum start running down and out of her pussy and onto the floor. Harry grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her face against the tiles. She stuck her tongue out and started to lick up the cum that had spilled out onto the floor. He gave her a vicious spank causing her to yelp in pain and clutch her arse as she stood up.

"Get back on your knees I'm not done!" Harry commanded. "Jerk me off, so I give you a nice big facial."

Tonks shifted back to her base form and wrapped her tender hand around the base of his cock and started to slide up and down. She started to stroke faster and faster until eventually Harry came all over her. His cum splashed down on her face and on her tits, on her lightly toned stomach and her slender thighs. She opened her mouth and swallowed everything that entered it with a gulp.

"Now you can stand up." Harry smirked

She stood there, covered in pearly white cum. Streaks ran through her hair and across her face. It dripped off her chin in big droplets. Her tits were soaked and it dripped out of her pussy and ran down her legs.

He cancelled the silencing charm. "Shout goodbye to Mrs Weasley." Harry ordered

"Bye Mrs Weasley!" Tonks called down the stairs.

"Bye Dearie!" The faint voice of Molly called back. Harry walked behind Tonks as she walked, completely naked besides her long robe, and with cum literally dripping off her, down the stairs and out the door, stealthily avoiding everyone. Harry cast a warming charm on her and pushed her, hard.

"Walk home, and don't put any clothes on. Make no attempt to wipe my cum away until your home, where you will lick off as much as you can. What you can't get off, use the shower." With that he waved her off as she walked down the trail, naked. Her tits bounced with every footstep.

When the erotic sight was out of his view, Harry walked back through the door and picking up his trunk from where he dropped it by the door, walked upstairs to the attic. He sat on a box and conjured a ball of light so that the Weasley's weren't alerted that the attic light had been turned on. He opened his trunk and looked at a shabby leather book titled simply: Horcruxes. The further he read, the more resemblance he noticed between what was described and Voldemorts own death. He thought about this for a moment. The diary was a Horcrux. I'm sure. But this is Voldemort, he wouldn't just make one. The chances are he would make seven, the most magical number there is.

Harry mulled it over and thought about how he would find what they were and where they were. The book mentioned that a Killing curse, Basilisk venom, Phoenix tears, Dragon fire and Fiendfyre could destroy it. To make one, one had to complete an act of unspeakable evil and channel pure magic into an object. It woul literally split the soul in two and the half of the soul would be channel end into the object.

Harry was already making plans to create one,and after he would destroy both Dumbledore and Voldemort.

He shut off the lumos and shrunk down the book, tucking it away in a corner. He jumped down from the attic and pulled the trunk down after him. He bumped into Hermione on his way to Ron's room and quickly pushed her against a wall.

"Hello, bitch." He slammed a knee into her stomach causing her to gasp in pain and double over. He smashed a fist into her side and spat in her face. "Now since Ron's a good friend, he told me everything. Better friend than you." Harry punched her in the throat and she choked before he grabbed the throat. "Now listen here. You are to act as you normally would, but if I force you on your knees or start doing anything sexual, you will comply. Got it? Good slut." With that he slapped her and walked off. Remembering he had just told her to act normal he cursed and managed to silence her just before she started shouting at him. "Forget about everything that happened in the last minute besides those orders. Now obey them." Harry cancelled the silencing charm and walked down the corridor and into Ron's room.