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Chapter XXI

To everyone's disappointment, the Headmaster's surveillance wards did not show any sign of Voldemort, Pettigrew in or out of his animagus form, or Nagini (not that the last was likely, given the weather). He had also detected many subtle anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards, cast inside the mausoleum (such wards were more commonly cast on the outside of buildings, but those are also easier to detect).

It was Dumbledore who, invisible, set up small-scale and disguised Muggle surveillance equipment, hoping to identify who exactly was using the mausoleum.



The New Year therefore started off quietly, both in and out of Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy was keeping his head down, at least for the moment. Harry's followers in his Defense Association were making good progress, and Harry had allowed a few other Fifth through Seventh years in so that they could get more hands-on experience, including Susan Bones.

To Harry and Hermione's surprise, Ron took the announcement of Ginny and Neville's ritual Bonding slightly better, and with less jealousy, than they had anticipated. True, Ron tended to growl at Neville for all of January, February, and most of March, but that was the worst of his behavior.

Nor did he try and pressure Lavender into starting the same. To Hermione's surprise, Ron started taking his school work seriously for the first time (even Divination). He was also one of the harder workers in the DA, and the one working most on his conditioning. It was clear that he was working so hard in part to prepare for whatever came Harry's way, and in part so that he could support a family.

Ron and Lavender also became the most openly-affectionate couple at Hogwarts, even more so than any of the Bonding couples. And, to Ron's delight, over the Easter break Lavender would take him in hand for the first time. Her gentle stroking, her soft thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, was an entirely different experience from his own rough jacking-off.

He had already started getting it through his head that there was a difference between sex and making love, and an even larger one between dating and Bonding. Harry and Hermione had given him a Muggle sex manual for his sixteenth birthday in March, one which was geared to getting the male to slow things down and to concentrate on pleasuring his partner.

Ron, who had only been thinking in terms of his own future orgasms, had become fascinated by the concept. He approached the subject like studying chess, which while a bit clinical was superior to what his approach would otherwise have been.

Of course, Ron still wanted to play with the pieces.



While all that was playing out, Harry, Luna, and Padma had their own ritual to perform. Harry and Hermione had started Bonding in late August. Therefore, his relationships with Luna and Padma could be formally announced in February.

They had the option of a ceremony for each of the two, or one for both. Harry was not really surprised that they chose to do just one for the both of them.



Wednesday, February 14, 1996

It was a little after 4:00 when Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Padma entered the Couple's Room. For this ceremony, the girls could invite the 14 students who would act as observers. They had discussed it, and had invited Parvati, Lavender, Ginny, Katie, Alicia, and Angelina from Gryffindor; Cho, Su, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw; Tracey and Daphne from Slytherin; and Susan and Hannah from Hufflepuff.

Hermione turned to the group, who quickly quieted. "I, Hermione Jane Granger, am the acknowledged future sworn bondmate of Harry James Potter. I have been so since last August, some six months ago. I acknowledge and welcome Luna Lauren Lovegood and Padma Patil as my bondmate's future consorts. I welcome them into our family, and fully accept them as mates and partners." That caused a little stir, as it meant that Luna and Padma would be acknowledged as her consorts in the future as well as Harry's.

Hermione turned around, opened Harry's robes (this time, he was only wearing his robes and sandals, so there were some soft moans from the assembled teens), and sat him down. Luna and Padma adjusted the knee padding, and Hermione knelt down and quickly got Harry fully hard with her mouth. She then moved out of the way, and Luna sucked on Harry for about half a minute, and then she exchanged places with Padma, who did the same.

When Padma stood, Harry closed his eyes and stood as well. Luna and Padma removed his robe, and a little gasp went through the assembled teens. Hermione again knelt, but this time was holding two small crystal glasses. Luna and Padma wrapped their fingers around Harry, and began to gently jerk him off. Hermione leaned forward and licked the top of his crown.

Padma went up on her toes and started whispering into Harry's ear. The three all knew how much Harry looked forward to starting their family, and any talk of them being pregnant made his shoot off more quickly -- therefore they rarely did it. Now, though, her whisperings had Harry shooting in less than two minutes.

Hermione caught most of the semen in one of the glasses, letting it spurt and then milking him. When it was reduced to a slight ooze, Hermione picked the other glass off of the floor and divided the semen into two equal portions. Luna and Padma each took one and drank the contents while Hermione cleaned the end of Harry's cock with her tongue. Luna and Padma then kissed each other deeply, and then bent over and did the same with Hermione. Hermione then leaned forward to clean Harry with her tongue. Luna took the two glasses and licked them clean as well.

When the three were alone, Alicia said to her two female lovers, "That looked like more fun than I had thought it would be."

"We need to talk to Granger," Katie said, "and see if we can do the ceremony so that we're all legally bonding with both the twins."

Alicia and Angelina agreed.

Hannah, Cho, and Daphne lead the stunned Susan, Su, and Tracey from the room.

Meanwhile, Hermione booked the room for six days a week: two each for herself and the other two. The seventh day, she would be fellating Harry in the Gryffindor corner, with Ginny once again as chaperon, right before Ginny did Neville.



Friday, February 23, 1996

Harry stared at the others in the Headmaster's office, having dropped what to them was a bombshell, although to him it had been obvious. Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Moody, Hermione, and Padma stared back, stunned and unable to say anything for a moment. Luna merely asked, "Could you explain why?"

"I would think it was obvious," Harry answered.

"Humor me, my lord," Luna answered.

Harry sighed. "We need to know what is going on inside the Riddle mausoleum. After all the surveillance, all we know is several people no one local seems to know are going in and out, usually once every other day or so -- but it never appears to be the same person coming out as who just went in. If someone goes in on any given day, they usually don't come out until four days later. Sometimes, however, they seem to stay. So, there must be a group inside. At least what? Six?"

"At least," Moody agreed, "unless there's Polyjuice involved, and that doesn't seem likely."

"They aren't Muggles from the village, so it's unlikely to be some Muggle thing, like smuggling or drugs. However, they are carrying things in. My guess is food. If it's not shrunken, then I don't see how it could feed six people. So it's either shrunken or they started off with a good supply. Still, we need to know."

"But why you?" Sirius demanded.

"Because I am the only one who wouldn't need a portkey or to apparate to escape," Harry said. Harry seemed to shrink back, and his body language changed. His eyes dropped to the floor. He then disappeared with a 'pop'.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Luna asked.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked in turn. "We knew he could pop."

Luna didn't blink. "Aren't you going to answer her?"

Dumbledore asked, "He is still here?"

"Of course he is."

"He is?" Moody demanded, his eye spinning.

"None of you can see him?" Luna asked, confused. They all agreed they couldn't. "And none of you saw the house elf who was in here dusting when we came in, then? She left just before Remus arrived." Remus had been late by some fifteen minutes. He was staying in the castle part-time as a 'security consultant,' and had rescued some students trapped by Peeves in a closet.

That stopped everyone cold, for they hadn't detected the elf.

Luna shook her head. "No wonder my house mates thought I was loony from the first night, talking to the air, not knowing I was talking with the elves."

No noise announced Harry's return. "They do adore you, though," he told Luna. Harry looked up. "Does this establish how I can get in, spy, and get out?"

They all agreed that it did.

"Still, I couldn't detect you because your scent was still in the air," Remus said. "Sirius?"

"Right." Sirius turned into Padfoot.

"Do that again," Remus said.

Harry concentrated for a moment, and then faded away. "He cast something on himself this time," Dumbledore told the group.

"Two things, I believe," Luna said.

"Probably to mask his scent and to make him even more silent," Hermione said. "He did that to us when he came for me last August."

Padfoot howled in shock as something grabbed his tail. He switched back to himself and grabbed his butt. "Dammit Harry! That bloody well hurt!"

Harry faded back into place, still apparently sitting on the chair. "So, any questions?"

"When do you go?" Remus asked.

"They seem to arrive at between Nine and Eleven, on those nights when anyone does show up," Harry said. "I should go now. I'll pop to the cemetery and make my way in from there."

"Dress warm, my lovely lord," Luna said, and before anyone could say anything, Harry was gone with another 'pop'.

"Is he gone this time?" Padma asked. Luna nodded. Moody was incapable of speech,

"What did he do to my tail?" Sirius demanded.

"He used a little wandless magic," Luna said. "He was sitting there the entire time."

Hermione shook her head. "You should be very glad Harry is fighting a war," she told Dumbledore.

"Why?" he asked.

"Could you imagine how much mischief he could cause if he had been dedicated to causing trouble?" she asked. "He would make the Marauders, the Weasley twins, and Peeves combined look like amateurs."

"Possibly true," Dumbledore agreed. "Now, Harry left before some of you could take a good look at the photos we got. Do any of you know them? Or have you at least seen any of them? None attended Hogwarts."

"This one looks a bit like the Knight's Bus conductor," Luna said a few moments later. "It isn't, of course, but he does look like a sibling."

"The Prangs and the Shunpikes are old but impoverished Pure-blood families," Dumbledore mused. "Ernie left his enclave back in the early 1920s and worked in Muggle Birmingham. He became the second driver for the Knight's Bus company during the war. There were so many planes flying about it was no longer safe to ride broomsticks in many areas and so the Knight's Bus was developed. Stan is his nephew, and the first Shunpike to attend Hogwarts since the mid-1600s, although he left after his Fifth year. There should be other Shunpikes of his generation."

"Headmaster," Remus said nervously.

"Yes?"

"I know these three," he said. "All three are werewolves, one English, one Irish, and one from Poland. And I had heard that Fenrir had a Shunpike as a lieutenant." He stood and started pacing. "What we have here, it seems, is Grayback's pack."



Harry appeared (although invisible) about twenty yards from the Riddle mausoleum. He approached it cautiously, and stood off to one side, waiting to see if anyone would show up.

In less than fifteen minutes, someone did. And this someone was carrying a bundle which could only be a child. Harry slipped in with the poorly dressed man.

There were several tombs in the mausoleum. One had never been finished, and it disguised an entrance to a tunnel. Harry followed the man down, and into a large chamber, some thirty feet across although varying between 8 and 11 feet in height.

The man laid the bundle roughly down next to a naked, terrified boy of about 10. The man's flipping the bundle open revealed the child to be a naked girl, just a bit smaller and younger than the boy. The man pulled a very old, beat-up wand and woke the child up.

There were eleven men surrounding the naked children, and Harry knew this could not end well, although he was determined that it would end well for the children. At that moment, two more men came in. One was carrying a larger bundle, and Harry was not really shocked to see that the other man was Fenrir Grayback.

The other man flipped the filthy blanket on the ground, and a naked teenaged girl, maybe 14 at most, rolled onto the ground. The first man woke her up. The three terrified sacrifices were soon huddled together.

"Well," Grayback said, "tonight is the night. Tonight, you taste human flesh for the first time in this form." He turned on the oldest of the others. "Or do you still have doubts, Umbridge?" That name made Harry blink, as this must a sibling or cousin to the Ministry official.

"I have no problems killing and eating a Muggle," the man retorted. "My only doubt is being able to digest it properly in this form when it is uncooked."

"Well, there is that," Grayback conceded. "Still, you must taste the raw flesh. We'll take the young boy and rip his legs off and use them. We'll cook the rest of him later, along with the little girl's liver and kidneys. I want to experiment with the older girl."

"How's that?"

"Let's see how that titty flesh tastes when seared still attached." As Grayback conjured a cooking grill, half his followers laughed at his ideas, while the others marveled at his ingenuity. Harry felt like throwing up, while the three Muggles were nearly hyperventilating from their fear.

Harry silently put them to sleep.

"Aw, they passed out," one of the werewolves pointed out, disappointed.

"All at once?" Grayback demanded.

And then, all hell broke loose.



"Lupin won't be back tonight, I take it?" Moody asked.

"No," Sirius said. "My bet is, he'll be attacking that cache of fire whiskey we left during the autumn of our last year and could never get back to. We recovered it this morning."

"It must be difficult, hating something that's part of you, something which everyone else judges you by," Luna said.

"There are some right decent people out there who are werewolves," Moody said. "It's not just Lupin. Still, the Curse breaks most of the decent ones, sooner or later. Lupin's the only decent one I know who's managed to live with it for more than ten or twelve years, without it driving him mad, killing him, or driving him to kill himself. No, most of the others, the ones that live with it, embrace it, and turn into worse monsters in their human form than in their transformed state."



"Show yourselves!" Grayback screamed in fury. In less than two minutes, his followers had been destroyed, and his victims for the revel were asleep, protected from his attacks. "Where are. . . ." Grayback froze as a hex hit him. He was shocked that a simple bodybind could hold him.

He had been bitten weeks before the start of his Seventh year, and the Board of Governors had immediately voted to expel him. No one had spoken for him, for the Heads of House had been threatening to expel him if he had continued his bullying ways even before then. His Head of House, Flitwick, was even leading the attempt. He had been an excellent student, however, and had continued his magical training on his own. He had quickly come to dominate the werewolves of Britain and Ireland, a true alpha animal -- strong, intelligent, and utterly ruthless.

How could he be held by a First year hex?

A form faded into view in front of him. It was a young man, looking sixteen or so. Perhaps over average height for his age, and a bit more muscular, although not with the bulging powerful form like himself.

And intense green eyes and a lightening scar.

Potter.

Potter disarmed Grayback quickly, removing three wands, six knives, and a pair of 'brass knuckles' (although these were nickel-plated). The Boy tried all the wands in the room, finally placing one in his left sock and tying the others together before putting them in a jacket pocket.



Then the Boy simply studied Grayback. Despite the hex, the alpha werewolf started to sweat. "Interesting," Potter finally said. "So, fifteen more werewolves, but these were your pick. About half the others go along because they're afraid of you and because the bloody Ministry was forcing them to starve. I'll send Remus to them, but may have to kill the others."

Grayback was shocked.

"Yes, I know, werewolves and vampires are supposed to be immune to Legilimency," Harry said. "But you took the Dank Wanker's Mark, so just as he can see inside your little brain to a degree, so can I. And I have decided what to do with you." Harry grimaced and said, "You need to die hunted, and torn apart."

Grayback gave a mental snort at this little wimp thinking he could do that to him.

Harry Summoned all the weapons and melted them into a metal mess, which made Grayback even more glad that this would be a physical contest and not a magical one. Then he was floated to the back of the chamber.

Grayback grinned as he felt the hex melt off him. He stood, six foot six, and incredibly muscular and fit.

And in front of him, he saw a Kodiak bear, head nearly brushing the ten foot top of the chamber where it was standing. It dropped all fours and roared, and then one massive forepaw flicked out and crushed the skull of one of the dead werewolves.

Grayback's eyes went wide with the first true panic and terror he had felt since he had been bitten.

He backed against the wall, and begged for mercy.