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The Heritage - Chapter 31
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A/N: Beta reader: Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
Lilith was studying the Harry Potter in front of her ... then she saw something what shocked her to the core ... his missing arm was growing back rapidly. She saw the arm growing, and it seemed to hurt a lot, because the young man in front of her was wincing in pain, but he did not loose his composure ... he was watching her intently, even through the pain he was alert and stayed so.

"The bond is gone," she said. "You killed my children. Do with me as you wish."

"No," Harry said. "I don't kill you, but I have a task for you instead."

"What task?" she asked warily.

"There is a human or he was once a human with the name Tom Riddle. He calls himself Voldemort. I want that you hunt his dreams and make his worst nightmares become worse then ever ... I want that you terrorize his dreams ... every sleeping moment of his life, until I come for him and kill him my self," Harry said.

Lilith said nothing, but stared at him.

"At the moment I killed Voldemort, you are free to go," Harry said, and he smiled coldly, crooking up one eyebrow and waited for her answer.

She nodded her head shortly and disappeared in front of Harry.

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Albus Dumbledore remembered Griselda Marchbanks. She was the one who administrated his Transfiguration and Charms tests for his NEWTs in 1858. Dumbledore smiled when he thought about that time. Gryffindor was very much different that time, compared with what was now, and he smiled proudly. All that were his accomplishments, because he did not like what students could study at Hogwarts and he did not like the pureblood families in all houses, especially his own old house Gryffindor.

In those days he was dreaming of being the heir of Gryffindor, and of taking over Hogwarts and later the Ministry. Now, many years later, he truly did not want to have the job as Minister, there were much better opportunities. Because of his superior intellect, he saw himself as the man behind the screens. He needed his job as Headmaster of Hogwarts, because Hogwarts supplied him with an almost unlimited source of magical energy and the resources in books and potions were amazing.

Now he lost Hogwarts and his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Dumbledore was not happy. The one who was responsible for his loss was a Harry James Potter, the brat who suddenly grew out of his position and got some brains. Albus Dumbledore saw himself as the only one who was pure enough to be the Heir of Gryffindor, and who was also had the intellect who could do something useful with the heirdom. Even that he was not an Heir by blood, he saw himself as the Heir of Gryffindor intellectually. The Dumbledore's were always a very powerful family throughout the history, and that still true today.

Albus Dumbledore thought back to his wife and child, both who were murdered many years ago by Grindelwald. He remembered that time very well, how could he forget? When he killed Grindelwald in 1945, that maniac laughed and was making fun telling him how he enjoyed raping his wife, while his minions tore his son into pieces. He was so angry, that he blasted Grindelwald with pure magical energy, and Grindelwald was finished. If Dumbledore was very honest with himself, he was not sure if he could kill Grindelwald again with all his wisdom, energy and experience. Grindelwald was a formidable wizard; except that Grindelwald shared the common mistakes of every Dark Wizard ... they talked too much. His repugnance of Grindelwald, enflamed him, and with a push of Dumbledore's magic, Grindelwald was destroyed.

After so many years of living alone in his castle with his plans, he suddenly was engaged again. Dumbledore had sworn at the grave of his wife and child that he would never have any contact with any woman ever again, but thanks to Potter, he had a fiancée. And there was nothing what he could do against it. He was very afraid of the backslash of the breach of contract, because he broke his promise to his long time dead wife and child.

Baron and Lady Bulstrode and their daughter Millicent were sitting opposite him at the large table in the wizard's restaurant, where they had dinner. The dinner was initiated by the smirking Baron, who insisted on getting to know him. Dumbledore had refused to attend any dinner, but the Baron violently insisted, and in the end he got Dumbledore interested. He said that he had a message from the Dark Lord, and Dumbledore was very interested what Voldemort had to say.

"How are you, my dear?" asked Dumbledore friendly. He needed all his power to keep the expression in his face friendly, because that girl was truly ugly.

"I'm fine," the fat girl said. She did not look up, she did not give any indication of acceptance or refusal, she was just sitting there playing with her food and her eyes fixed on her plate.

Dumbledore winced, because he could smell her breath. The Baron smirked.

The Baron noticed Dumbledore's flinch and laughed wickedly. "I'm afraid that is a small problem what our Millicent has, and we consulted many healers over the years, but nobody could do something about her breath. It is worse in the morning," he said with a large leer on his face. There is another problem with her," he continued satisfied. "She has a problem with her abdomen. It seems, according the healers that her abdomen are producing a lot of unnecessary amount of gas, which needs to be released. Part of that gas is responsible for her breath, and other part is responsible that she is farting, and another part is responsible for the noise you hear when she walks."

The Baron looked intently at Dumbledore.

"But that is not longer my problem," he said slowly. "That is yours now. And that leads to the Dark Lord's message."

He paused and waited for Dumbledore's reaction.

Dumbledore only nodded, and waved his hand to let him continue talking.

"My Lord is pleased about the marriage between the daughter of one of his most important minions and you, Dumbledore. He likes to think of you as family now, because all of his minions are part of his family. What do you think?" The Baron relaxed on his chair and was looking expectantly at Dumbledore.

"I am not his minion," said Dumbledore slowly, not breaking the eye contact he had with the Baron. The Baron had very strong occlumency shields, which Dumbledore could not penetrate. He was curious what Voldemort wanted from him.

"But you are marrying a daughter of the dark," the Baron said. "When you marry her, of course you are part of his family."

"Does Millicent carry the Dark Mark?" asked Dumbledore surprised.

"No, she does not carry the Dark Mark," the Baron answered immediately. "That depends of course about you, Dumbledore."

"In that case, she will never carry the Dark Mark," Dumbledore said, letting his breath slowly release.

"My Lord is aware what the Potter brat has done with you," the Baron said. "He removed you from Hogwarts and he caused you lose your honor. That is the worst what can happen with a man like you," the Baron said.

He held out his hand to stop Dumbledore from replying. "I'm not finished yet, my dear Dumbledore. You are becoming family now, and there are certain things I want to share with you. One of the things I want to share is about my Lord. He knows many things, Dumbledore, and one of the things he has know for years is the prophecy."

Dumbledore did everything not to jump out of his chair and start cursing the Baron and his wife. He concentrated himself on keeping his composure and he allowed his eyebrows to go up into his hairline.

The Baron became very serious now, and he moved his head closer to Dumbledore, and started to whisper. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ..."

The Baron paused and looked intently at the ex-headmaster. "And that is not all," he said. "My Lord knows the second part of the prophecy as well," he said with a grimace.

Dumbledore doubted that statement. He suspected that was bluff from the Baron. Probably he wanted to trick him into giving him the rest of the prophecy.

The Baron continued with a knowing smile on his face. "My Lord does not know the exact wording, but he knows that either his Lordship or Potter will survive the coming confrontation. He also does not know what the power is what young Potter seems to have, but we are all aware that nobody knows that. Don't we, my dear Dumbledore. "

Dumbledore stared at the Baron with a straight face. Dumbledore did not react outwardly at the statements of the baron, but inwardly he was devastated. How was it possible that Voldemort knew those things? Who was the person that told him about the contents of the Prophecy? How was it possible that he knew the second part? That part was only known to ..."

"And if you are asking yourself how our Lord knows the Prophecy, you need to ask your Potion Master Snape ... he was the one who has been spying in your ranks and the ranks of your so called Order of Phoenix. Our Lord knows everything what is to know ...."

Dumbledore did not believe the Baron, because the Potion Master did not know the prophecy as well ... unless he saw the prophecy in the mind of Potter when he was trying to teach the boy occlumency. Dumbledore paled with this realization, but he decided not to give into the Baron.

The sneering voice of the Baron interrupted his thoughts. "And how do you think that Professor Snape knew about the Prophecy?" the Baron asked, and waited to look for a reaction of Dumbledore.

"Because he was teaching Potter occlumency, and read his mind ... the Prophecy was not hard to find for him," the Baron answered his own question.

"And why is Voldemort not acting on the contents of the Prophecy, what ever that might be?" asked Dumbledore with a neutral voice.

"Because he does not wish to act on that Prophecy," the Baron answered immediately. "I think that is very obvious, no?"

"Why?" Dumbledore asked mystified.

"Because my Lord knows something what Potter and you don't know, and that gives him the clear advantage. Also it is in my Lord's advantage not to act at this moment. He likes to sit at the side lines and wait until you, Potter, the Order and the Ministry have destroyed each other because of infighting," said the Baron with a smirk. "And my Lord is very right, isn't he?"

Dumbledore said nothing, but the Baron had a valid point. Since Potter went to Gringotts, everything went wrong from that moment. He lost control of the Boy-Who-Lived, he was maneuvered out of his positions at the Wizengamot, the Ministry, Hogwarts and the Order, and he was bound to this ugly and disgusting girl and forced to listen to the Baron.

"I think that you need to talk with my Lord," the Baron said satisfied. He was watching Dumbledore very carefully, and he knew that he made some valid points, and that Dumbledore got the message.

"But I want to talk about certain business, that which involves you and me, Dumbledore. You are going to marry my daughter ... that means we are becoming family. You are becoming my son in law," ended the Baron laughing.

Even his wife was smiling now. Dumbledore noticed that Lady Bulstrode missed all their teeth, and she had a moustache growing ... Dumbledore shuddered in disgust. It seemed that the saying If you would see how the daughter is going to be, look at the mother was still true, at least for Lady Bulstrode and Millicent.

"As you know, we don't have any more children than only our daughter, and in your marriage contract we included the element that you need to produce an Heir. That Heir will take over the Bulstrode family. What my question to you is, are there any issues in making the Heir?"

Dumbledore looked at the Baron unbelievingly.

"I beg you pardon?" he asked baffled.

"Are you still able to impregnate my daughter?" asked the Baron with a sigh.

Dumbledore looked briefly at Millicent, and sighed as well.

"I think I can help you with that," the Baron said with a grimace.

"I got a specialist to make a special rack, which I had designed after I was married with my wife here. What you need to do is as follows. Millicent will lay naked on the bed. If you don't want to see her naked, then I have the right clothing for you, because the same clothing I used as well for my wife," he said grinning.

His wife was giggling, and Dumbledore almost gagged in disgust.

"For your information, that clothing is a hood and a thick gown with a hole where her pussy is," the baron said, looking irritated at his giggling wife. It seems that the Baron was also becoming upset at the sound of the giggling.

"Anyhow, she wears that special gown. You place the special rack over the body, and you lay on the rack. Don't forget to drop your trousers, because you need to stick your member through the hole to pump it into the pussy of Millicent until you are finished. You repeat this process every night until she is pregnant. Do you understand, Dumbledore?" asked the Baron.

Dumbledore could not help but to show his disgust on his face.

"Yes, I know," said the Baron. "Remember, I was once in the same condition, because my wife has the same disease as my daughter ... you know ... the gas in her abdomen. Normally, when you put pressure on her belly, you will hear her farting," he said, looking at Dumbledore with an amused expression on his face.

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked flabbergasted.

The Baron looked briefly at his wife, placed his hand on her stomach and pushed. Immediately Dumbledore heard the sound of a disgusting wet and loud fart, which took several seconds to end. Dumbledore lost his appetite and almost his composure ... a terrible smell was surrounding everyone on the table.

"You hear?" the Baron grimaced. "When you would lie on my daughter to make our Heir, that is what you smell and would hear continuously, and I assume that sound and smell is not good for the concentration, and therefore we have developed this rack, so you don't need to apply pressure on her stomach and abdomen, and when you are lucky, you hear nothing during that process."

Dumbledore's eyes went wide when it registered this information in his head, and his mouth dropped open.

"That is not all, I'm afraid," the Baron said.

"When she gets pregnant, lock her up somewhere quiet and safe, because when the baby starts to grow, the baby will apply pressure on her stomach and abdomen, and she will fart and smell almost continuously. It is unbelievable, but true," he said laughing now.

"Farting continuously?" asked Dumbledore dreadfully.

"Yes," giggled Lady Bulstrode. "When I was pregnant from Millicent, I farted all the way," she said with a high girlish voice, and giggled some more

"So I locked her up in my North Tower of our castle," the Baron said, looking disgusted at his wife. "I hope you have a place somewhere to live Dumbledore, and I hope for you that it is big enough to get her locked up that is far away from you."

Dumbledore huffed.

"And the Dark Lord wants to speak with you," finished Baron Bulstrode. "I think it is very prudent that you speak with him, because when you don't, then I can promise you one thing, and that is hell on earth."

Dumbledore looked straight-faced at the Baron.

"And how are you going to accomplish that, Baron?" Dumbledore asked icily.

"I don't accomplish anything, my dear Dumbledore, but you are marrying my daughter - if you like it or not - and she will make your life a living hell when you don't speak with the Dark Lord," the Baron said with a smirk. "And knowing my daughter, she is able to do that easily."

Dumbledore looked at Millicent, who was staring at him with a straight face. Then her eyes became twisted and glazed over, her mouth slightly open. "Oh, Dumbiding poo ... my looooooove, I waaaaant a kissssssssss!" she squealed, and bowed over to a wincing Dumbledore.

The Baron looked satisfied at his daughter. "But when you speak to the Dark Lord, there might be a possibility I allow you access to my daughter without the ... eh ... repulsive parts if you understand my drift."

Millicent stopped squealing and looked extendedly at Dumbledore, her eyes light and showing a clear intelligence that had been hidden previously.

"You know, my dear Dumbledore, never underestimate a woman," said Baron Bulstrode satisfied. "And especially not a Bulstrode female. They are the most lethal creatures running around among humankind."

"But must they be so ugly?" asked Dumbledore desperately, not expecting any answer.

"You can't have everything at once, my Dumbledore. But you get used to it," answered the Baron Bulstrode. "I would say, welcome to the family," and he laughed loudly.

The Baron started to eat raucously from his soup, while Dumbledore was playing with his spoon ... Millicent was bowing closely to her soup, and started to swig her soup, her mother not different. Dumbledore looked disturbed to the two females, and he had troubles to control himself ... he wanted to gag straight over the table. He could not help to watch the fat lips of Millicent, who at the moment had her mouth half open, pieces of meat and vermicelli were hanging out, and were shining wet of the fat soup ... she was making disgusting smacking sounds ... now she slurped loudly.

Lady Bulstrode burped loudly, and Dumbledore laid down his spoon. He was done eating and was contemplating how he could escape this horror.

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Severus Snape was sitting on a high chair in his dungeons, watching his Marissa potion to complete. The Marissa potion took seven hours to complete, and it was one of the few potions, which demanded his continuous time and attention. Not that the potion was complicated to make, but it was extremely attention demanding. He needed to turn the potion around every five minutes forty five degrees; otherwise the potion would lose its potential. The Marissa potion was designed to cure boils on the head and neck, caused by many popular curses that the damned students at Hogwarts used at each other.

Snape was bored beyond belief. He had the feeling that he wasted his time spending making simple potions in the dungeons of Hogwarts, while he could spend his time much better with the Dark Lord making raids on the muggles or doing some decent research in specialized potions.

Snape sighed. It was clear who was winning this damned war. Dumbledore seemed to be on the losing side, because he was already politically defeated, while the Dark Lord was waiting at the sidelines. It all began with the brat ... Potter, who disappeared from those low-life muggles. When they received the report of Alastor Moody and Tonks that Potter had disappeared with a Portkey from the Privet drive, the Headmaster almost lost it. Nobody had an idea where the brat disappeared to, and nobody had an idea who sent that Portkey ... looking backward, it seemed that the Headmaster had an idea, but at that moment nobody else of the Order had a clue.

They started to look everywhere where that brat could go to, and even with the all members of the Order searching, nobody could find a trace of him. The Headmaster had sent him to those fat muggles to look into their memories, and Snape's expression went darker then it already was. Not for nothing that the Dark Lord wanted to wipe out those disgusting low-life muggles, because when he looked in the little repulsive mind of that fat muggle with his ridiculous bushy moustache ....

Then the report came in from one of informants of the Order ... it seemed that Potter was at Gringotts. That caused the exodus towards Gringotts, and the Headmaster insisted that Snape would accompany him. Snape had managed to change the mind of the Headmaster so he could make potions in his dungeons instead of hunting for that overblown brat. Snape released his breath slowly and somewhat relieved. He truly preferred to eat dung then looking at the face of Potter.

When Dumbledore came back from Gringotts, Snape was stunned. He never saw the Headmaster loose his composure before, but the Headmaster was infuriated and clearly beside himself.

Snape was impressed by the strength of the magic of Dumbledore. The most shocking thing was that Dumbledore could not enter the castle anymore, and he tried for sure. It seemed that the Potter brat had somehow managed to get the Goblins help him, and they had managed to lock Dumbledore out of his own castle. Dumbledore had clearly tried to floo into his office, but was not able to do that, so he apparated right outside the wards of the old castle.

When Dumbledore approached the castle, he was not allowed entrance into the castle, the wards were blocking him. The old powerful and impressive wards came alive when Dumbledore was approaching the large entrance doors of the Great Hall, and Dumbledore was clearly enraged ... he was fighting the castle. The castle reacted with a lot of fireworks and the huge building was surrounded by a huge silvery dome. Dumbledore started to wave his wand towards the castle, bright colors collapsed against the dome surrounding the castle, and it responded with bright flashes and lightning ... some of the flashes shot towards Dumbledore, which collapsed against the personal shield of Dumbledore.

The whole air surrounding Dumbledore was loaded with static electricity and magic, the sight was very impressive. He and McGonagall were standing right outside the castle, and they did not understand what was happening. The castle was clearly stopping Dumbledore from entering the castle. After ten minutes Dumbledore gave up, and he walked back towards the lake. Snape followed Dumbledore until they met at the shore of the lake and Snape was almost afraid of the Headmaster. He was a sight to be seen, his once blue eyes were shining with power ... they were almost white! Then Snape heard the Headmaster raging and heard some information of what seemed to have happened at Gringotts. Snape was very happy that he had not accompanied Dumbledore and the rest of the Order, because he would have surely cursed that brat of a Potter, and then would have had some serious problems with the Goblins. Snape had never seen the headmaster so upset. He still did not understand fully what caused Dumbledore to be blocked by Hogwarts, and the Headmaster was only cursing and raging. Snape had not the courage to ask the Headmaster for more information.

Suddenly the door of his dungeons opened and Snape looked disturbed up. It was McGonagall who was entering his dungeons, looking very uncomfortable. That was strange ... why would McGonagall look uncomfortable ... he never saw that expression on the face of the always stern looking McGonagall.

"Severus," McGonagall said with a cracking voice. "I think we need to talk."

Snape looked strangely at the stern professor for a moment, and he nodded. "I'm finished here anyhow," he said. He was curious about what McGonagall wanted from him. Maybe she had more news about Dumbledore and why he was refused access to the castle. When he had talked to Dumbledore, Snape could not understand what exactly happened then only that Potter was somehow responsible that Dumbledore could not access the castle anymore.

If he could know the real reason why Dumbledore was not able to access the castle anymore, then he could expect a large reward from his Lord, and Snape smirked at that thought.

"I have learned that Hogwarts has a new Headmaster," McGonagall said.

Snape looked sharply at McGonagall. 'What does she mean ... a new headmaster?'

"A new headmaster ... what do you mean, Minerva?" Snape said mystified.

McGonagall sighed. "Potter received several inheritances and one of them is the inheritance of Gryffindor. He is Lord Gryffindor now, and that means that he becomes the new headmaster," she said flatly.

There was silence now, the mouth of Severus Snape dropped open for the first time in his life ... he could not believe what he heard.

"I ... I beg ... I beg you pardon," Snape stammered perplexed.

McGonagall smirked, but said nothing further.

"You mean ... Potter is ... what you said?" stammered a mortified Snape.

"Potter ... Lord Gryffindor is Headmaster and Albus is not allowed to enter the castle anymore," McGonagall repeated. "But that is not the reason why I am here, Severus. I'm afraid that I have other news as well."

Snape needed to sit, as he felt dizzy all of a sudden. He grabbed his high chair tightly and sat down, looking wide eyed to McGonagall.

"Potter is ... headmaster?" Snape said flabbergasted. "Is this a joke?" he said, becoming angry. "I don't appreciate ..."

"It's not a joke," McGonagall said firmly, and she looked pitifully at Severus Snape.

"That's not why I'm here," she said. "The new Headmaster of Hogwarts has also fired you. You need to pack your things immediately and you must leave the castle within the hour," she said.

"I don't understand," said the shocked Potion master.

"You're fired," said McGonagall. "You have less then an hour to leave the castle, before it will kick you out."

Snape began to laugh. "I doubt that ..."

"You saw what happened with Albus, Severus. Don't let that happen with you. As I said, you have less then an hour to get your stuff and leave the castle," repeated McGonagall again. She looked shortly at Snape before she continued.

"In all the years we worked together I can say that I never liked you," she said. "I am under the impression that that feeling is mutual. But I never wished that you would be fired from your position in this way, but that is exactly what happened. You can't say that you were never been warned, because many times I told you that your behavior was not acceptable as a professor in Hogwarts, but you always managed to continue manipulating the students. Now it is too late, and you have made too many enemies, and one of your enemies is powerful enough to remove you from your job at Hogwarts. I wish you a good life, Severus and goodbye," McGonagall said, and left the dungeons quickly.

Snape said nothing, and stared at his finished Marissa potion. The Dark Lord would not be pleased to hear this news when he would report back, and he started to sweat for the first time in years.

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A/N: Beta reader: Dave