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Chapter 40
This is a real harem story. Not the ones you can find everywhere about a bunch of kids having a go with Harry and Harry with them, but an official harem like the old Sultans from Turkey ages ago wi...
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The Heritage - Chapter 40
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A/N: Beta-reader for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
Now that was interesting information, because that would be ... how in Merlin's name would Potter be able to send Lilith herself?
"How do you know Potter sent Lilith ... and how do you know that Lilith is in your head?" asked Dumbledore ... he was still acting very calm, but his whirling magic was saying something else.
"I talked with her," Voldemort said. "But she is too strong for one wizard only, I need another."
Dumbledore nodded. "Alright, let's speak to Lilith."
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"We are all enemies of the one and same person," said Lilith. Dumbledore and Voldemort were staring at the women in front of them. She floated in the air directly in front of the two powerful and wizened wizards, and she was terrible in her unearthly beauty. Voldemort and Dumbledore had built a virtual cage in the mind of Voldemort, where they could stay and keep Lilith from reaching them.
Voldemort could not tear his gaze from the woman, while Dumbledore was contemplating what he had heard. It sounded impossible, but that is what Lilith had said. Harry had with his own hands killed off her succubi, and Lilith was childless now. He was also a Hybrid ... a crossing between a Vampire and Werewolf ... not powerful magical wise, but extreme strong physical and very hard to kill.
That was bad news, and he needed the help of Voldemort now and ... maybe from Lilith! That is, when Voldemort would be able to tear his gaze from the damned woman, who had so much power over men.
Dumbledore was cured of women ... he truly did not want to see any woman for the next ten millennia after those experiences with Millicent. He thought about Millicent as the opposite of Lilith and he shuddered. That was something what Potter did to him, and he was bound to that woman too! And Voldemort had Lilith imprisoned in his head, and according Lilith, nothing could change that! That was also the fault of Potter. And Lilith herself was bound to Voldemort and that was also the fault of that Potter!
And if that was not enough, Millicent was pregnant as well! That news came through from his new father in law, and the old man was happy as a child. His daughter pregnant, who could imagine that she would be able to get pregnant?
And that was Potter's fault as well. But at least he did not have to try and fuck her again.
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Ron Weasley was walking like a caged animal ... the matter of fact he was caged, but not the animal ... yet. If Potter were in his cell, then Ron would know for sure that he would turn into an animal and tear Potter into pieces ... small pieces. He would do many interesting things, and he would like to begin with his penis ... he would castrate Potter slowly by hanging him with ...
"Ahum"
Ron looked disturbed up from his position in his cell.
There was that medi wizard again.
"What do you want?" growled Ron to the man.
"I want to talk, dear boy," said the older man. His long gray hair was bound in a tail, hanging on his back. His robes were bright red, and he was wearing strange shining shoes. The medi wizard was standing and looking at Ron with an expression of pity on his face.
"Why should I talk to you," asked Ron. "I want to go home."
"Oh, but you can go home, dear Mr. Weasley. I have only one question left for you," the medi wizard said.
"Alright," said Ron satisfied. "Ask your question."
"I want that you sign this document and then you can go home," the man said.
"What document ... arch ... what ever ... give me the document and I'm gone from here," he said.
The man handed Ron the documents and a quill and waited patiently.
Ron was taking and quill and began to sign with his name at the bottom of the document, until he saw a familiar name on the parchment. Ron looked closer and started to read the parchment.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley," said the medi wizard. "This document declares you healthy in body and mind, and it says that your brother, Bill Weasley, made you do things against your will. And that means that your brother is even guiltier than he is at the moment. For this he will stay for many years at Azkaban. When you sign that document, he will stay for at least ten more years at Azkaban, what do you say?"
Ron was looking intently at the document, then at the man. "And what happens when I don't sign?" asked Ron.
"Then you stay here for thirty days in this holding cell before you can be released. You will have also a mark on your Ministry file and that means that you will never work for the Ministry ever. But when you sign this parchment, there will be no mark in your file and you are free to go."
Ron nodded. He knew that Bill was in trouble and in big trouble at that. If he did sign the parchment, Bill would be longer in jail ... but if Ron didn't say anything about it, then Bill would never find out, would he?
He took the quill and signed the parchment with his name.
The man smiled sadly and opened the door of Ron's little cell. "You are free to go, Mr. Weasley. Thank you for sighing and helping us to lock up a serious criminal like your brother," the man said.
Ron looked briefly at the open door in front of his cell, and it felt good that he had done it; at least he was free to go now. Ron grabbed his bag with his coat, stood up from his small chair and walked out of his cell.
"This way, Mr. Weasley," said the medi wizard and he pointed to a blue pained door. "You leave the complex from this door, where your family is waiting for you."
Ron walked quickly to the door, opened it and entered a small room ... a waiting room as it seemed to look. In the waiting room he saw his parents, Charley and Percy sitting on the many chairs. Ron smiled happily. At last some real food instead of that terrible food of the prison here, and he stepped to his mother.
His family suddenly became aware that he was in the waiting room and his mother rushed to him and grabbed him in her normal hugs, his father was clapping him on his shoulders, but his older brothers were not so happy when they saw him.
"What's going on?" asked Ron.
"We heard that somebody signed a document, which proves that your brother is guilty of the pressed charges, and now Bill is in serious trouble. He will end up in Azkaban because of that document," answered his father bitterly.
Ron gulped.
"When is that document signed?" asked Ron.
"Just a minute ago," answered his father harshly.
The door opened and the medi wizard came in. He saw Ron standing with his family and he approached him looking cheerful, holding his hand out to shake the hand of Ron, who automatically accepted it.
"Mr. Weasley," the man said happily. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you signed this parchment, because it proved that your brother really wanted to kill Lord Baron Potter and now we can lock him up for many additional years. He does not even need a trial anymore, especially with your witness account. Thank you in name of the Ministry," said the man, and shook the hand of the staggered Ron again. He released Ron's hand and left the small waiting room quickly.
All present in the small waiting room were looking at Ron in disbelief. "What did you do, Ron?" asked his father threatening.
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Minerva McGonagall was staring at the door of her little cell. She was detained by the Goblins and she feared for her life and the life of Filius Flitwick. It was her mistake, and it was her blunder that they were caught as well, and she would never forgive herself for what she had done or for dragging Filius Flitwick into this mess.
She knew that judgment would follow for what she had tried to do, but she prayed that Filius Flitwick would be spared. But knowing the Goblins, she did not expect anything less then terrible punishments. She would probably be sold as slave to Merlin knows who. Minerva McGonagall sighed. If her forefathers would see her in a Goblin cell waiting for her punishment, they all would turn in their graves and hunt down her until her last day on earth.
Suddenly the door of the cell block where her cell was ... it opened and a Goblin entered. The Goblin looked briefly at her cell, and Minerva McGonagall stood up. This would be the one who will tell her what her punishment was.
The Goblin took a chair and moved it opposite her cell and sat down. He looked at Minerva but said nothing.
"Are you here to tell me my punishment," Minerva McGonagall asked.
"No, Madam. I'm not here to tell you what your punishment will be," the Goblin said. "That is what the magic will do," he said. "You are here in an environment, where magic can not reach. When we will release you, you are on your own and the magic will take care of everything. "
Minerva McGonagall frowned, but said nothing.
"We will release you, Minerva McGonagall. You are free to go." The Goblin stood up, walked to her cell door and opened it with one of his large tarnished keys. The cell door sprang open and Minerva was looking flabbergasted to the door.
"Am I free to go?" she asked.
"Yes, you are, Minerva McGonagall. I bid you farewell," the Goblin said and left.
Minerva looked pensive for a moment. She did not ask what happened to Filius Flitwick, and she wondered if he would be free as well. Well, there was only one way to find out, and that was by getting out of here.
Minerva left the cell and she walked through a narrow corridor until she reached a large, massive looking golden door. She opened the door and she saw that she arrived at the entrance hall of the Gringotts bank. She smirked and looked around her, but she did not see Filius. Maybe he is already at Hogwarts? Maybe he is waiting outside the Gringotts building?
She took several steps into the entrance hall and she approached the large open doors and left the bank. When she stood in front of the bank, she looked around, but could not see anyone who was ...
Minerva McGonagall felt dizzy ... a whirlwind appeared around her, and she felt herself being pulled into a vortex of magic ... she had the feeling that she was being torn apart. Oh Merlin, the Goblins were right, I'm being punished.
Behind Minerva McGonagall stood two Goblins looking at Minerva McGonagall ... one Goblin was a guard and the other was the head of the Goblin Jail House, and both were looking sadly at Minerva McGonagall, who was in the middle of the punishment process.
"Every time when I see this I become sooo sad," said the Goblin guard.
"It means money for us," said the head of the Goblin Jail House. "And I don't mind those silly wizards and witches being punished because of their foolish behavior.
After fifteen minutes the whirlwind seemed to calm down and then disappeared. It left behind a disheveled Minerva McGonagall, who was sitting in the middle of the street on her behind. Minerva slowly stood up, took her wand and pointed it to her clothing. She murmured an incarnation to clean up her cloak, but nothing seemed too happen.
"Another squib," commented the Goblin guard dryly.
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"I like to reopen the Slytherin file, number 323A.87.11," said Hiphook formally.
Harry's eyebrows went up. "I thought that we were done with that file?" asked Harry surprised.
"Yes, we had opened it, My Lord," said Hiphook without flinching. "But there were aspects in that heritage, we did not want you to have, but now it is time to transfer them to you." Hiphook looked briefly at the King, and returned to focus on his papers.
"Majesty, why didn't you let transfer Hiphook the full contents of the Slytherin heritage?" asked Harry politely.
"Certain aspects in that heritage would change the balance of the powers," the King said. "In that time we did not want to do that, because it was bad for business, but this is changed now."
"You mean the unbreakable contracts we have signed together?" asked Harry.
"Lord-Baron, I suggest that we continue with the heritages and see what they bring. If you have any questions then, we will gladly answer them," said the King, pointing to Hiphook.
"Alright," said Harry, turning to Hiphook. "Master Hiphook, please continue."
Hiphook looked at Harry and smiled proudly.
"The Slytherin heritage has twenty seven points, and we only transferred you the first twenty one points previously," said Hiphook. He paused for a moment dramatically, and he continued.
"Point twenty two is that you take control of all properties of the Slytherin heritage," said Hiphook, and he looked at Harry pointedly.
Harry frowned. "Why do you pause, Master Hiphook?"
"Do you understand the significance of this point, Lord-baron?" asked Hiphook.
"Well, that means that I have more castles, manors, houses?" Harry answered.
"Yes, that is true, but your forget something," Hiphook said. "Like with the heritage of Gryffindor, this heritage also contains the master residence, which is the most powerful magical residence of all properties of the family. The master residence of the Slytherin family is a fortress with the name 'Black Fortress' and that fortress is so strong, that it is indestructible, just like the Gryffindor castle."
He looked pointedly at Harry again, and Harry started to get irritated.
"So what?" he said.
"Well, the current Black Lord, who sees himself as the last descendent of Slytherin, lives in the Black Fortress, and at your command, he will be removed from the Black Fortress with all his underlings," said Hiphook firmly.
"And how do I do that?" asked Harry suddenly interested.
"Because this heritage file is already submitted, any additional point being presented to you is simply added to the magical file as we speak," said Hiphook. "That means that you are the master of all properties of Slytherin. Your word only is enough to empty any property of everything you wish. And not only that, the Black Fortress is hidden by a black Fidelius charm, and you can change that charm by intent."
Harry frowned. "You mean that I only need to order all persons out of the Black Fortress, Master Hiphook?"
"Yes, Lord-Baron," grinned Hiphook.
Harry started to smile. "Well, that is very interesting to know," he grinned.
"I, Head of the Family Slytherin, order any person or creature occupying the Black Fortress to be removed immediately," bellowed Harry.
The Goblins were looking expectantly at Harry after his announcement and waited for several seconds.
Harry started to frown. Again something they did not tell me and wanted to protest. He was sick of things nobody prepared him for what to come. But suddenly he was aware that he was glowing ... and before he would see what it exactly was, a magical charge was noticeable in the air.
"The magic has recognized you, Lord-baron ... it is being executed at this very moment," smiled Hiphook enthusiastically.
"What does that mean?" asked Harry impressed by the discharge.
"We suspect that the Dark Lord is hiding in the Dark Fortress and is trying to use that facility to build his forces. Even though the Dark Lord did not initiate his heritage; he had been recognized as the Heir of the Slytherin family many years ago when he still was fully human. With the black Fidelius charm, it was not possible that anyone could attack him, because nobody could find him. The black Fidelius charm is a modified Fidelius charm, which demanded blood sacrifices when it was setup. This type of Fidelius charm is seen as more powerful then the normal conventional Fidelius charm. And because of the heritage, you are the master of the charm," said Nasar.
"That remind me, Lord-Baron, that you need to order the black Fidelius charm not to allow anyone to find the Black Fortress then only you," said Hiphook.
"Must I order it the same as taking ownership of the Fortress?" asked Harry.
Hiphook nodded.
"Harry, do the same with all properties of the Slytherin, otherwise Voldemort can enter one of the other properties," commented Hermione from the background.
"I, Head of the Family Slytherin, order any person or creature occupying any of my properties to be removed immediately," bellowed Harry. "I also order the black Fidelius charm not to accept anyone then only me."
This time the magical discharge was weak compared with the first order, and the Goblins nodded satisfied.
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Voldemort still could not tear his gaze from Lilith, who was staring into his burning red eyes. Oh Merlin, that woman was so beautiful, her long thick red hair was moving by the wind, except there was no wind in the dream, and she was dressed only in a form fitting dress. Dumbledore tried to get the attention of Voldemort, but Voldemort was only focused on Lilith, and he could not shake himself from the surreal presence of this divine being. She was not the mother of the human race for nothing, and she was unbelievingly powerful in her own way ... Voldemort was intrigued ... if he could get her as his mate, he would be the most powerful creature in the world and far beyond. If he could mate her with himself, then ...
The virtual cage surrounding Voldemort and Dumbledore was shuddering and shaking, and Dumbledore looked alarmed. If the cage would collapse, then Lilith would go to Voldemort and he would be in serious trouble, as would he himself as well! Dumbledore concentrated on the cage to stabilize it, but the shaking of the cage became only worse! Dumbledore changed the transparent walls of the cage into opaque, and Voldemort came to himself again. He shook his head and looked surprised around himself and at Dumbledore.
"What did you do?" yelled Voldemort. "That was the ..." and he became aware of the shaking of the cage.
"The cage is collapsing and we need to get out of the dream," yelled Dumbledore.
Voldemort nodded ... he understood immediately. For what ever reason, outside influences had caused the virtual case to collapse, and he grabbed Dumbledore by his shoulder, and together they concentrated to return to their own realm.
Voldemort and Dumbledore woke in a shock together and they were immediately aware of the noise all around them.
In front of their eyes they saw chaos; hundreds of Death Eaters were being caught by wild whirlwinds and being smashed against walls, shrieking sounds of demons and other creatures were overwhelming. The two powerful wizards saw a large demon flying through the huge hall of the Black Fortress and being smashed in great force against the far wall, where it exploded in black blood and gore, spreading blood over the Death Eaters, Giants, vampires and werewolves and they were instantly set aflame.
One of the greater Giants was caught in a huge whirlwind and he flew towards the doorway, he did not fit of course and the Giant ended up being smashed against it. That doorway was now blocked by the body of the Giant!
"We need to leave this place," roared Dumbledore above all the noise.
Voldemort nodded ... that was for sure. By what ever reason the Black Fortress was removing all its inhabitants! Voldemort put his hand in his robes and took out a small disk and he grimaced at Dumbledore ... Voldemort disappeared.
Dumbledore cursed, Voldemort had left using a portkey, and of course he left him alone in a crazy fortress, which was revolting against its inhabitants. But Voldemort was not the only one with emergency portkeys. Dumbledore took his old sock and activated his portkey.
Voldemort stood at the top of the hill watching the smoke coming from the valley, where his Black Fortress was hidden. He saw some creatures ... some lesser demons climbing out of the holes in the ground where his Fortress was supposed to be, but saw nothing else moving. The demons vaporized immediately after they were exposed to the sun, and Voldemort was trying to figure out what had happened with his fortress.
Suddenly he saw a shimmering, and the holes disappeared from the valley and he noticed that the connection with the fortress had ended. It disappeared! The Black Fortress was gone!
Voldemort roared in frustration, almost all his Death Eaters and all his Dark Creatures were gone! And he was sooooooooo sleepy.
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"We have now point twenty three," Hiphook said with anticipation. "Point twenty three states that you are the Head of the Order of the Black Phoenix."
Harry frowned. "Is that not the same as the Order of Phoenix?" asked Harry.
"Yes, except it is for the family Slytherin. When Gryffindor created the Order of Phoenix, Slytherin did the same, but he called it the Order of the Black Phoenix. But Voldemort changed the Order of the Black Phoenix into something different, and he called the members of the Order of the Black Phoenix Death Eaters.
Gryffindor was using only unbreakable oaths from his members, while Slytherin had a certain magical tattoo being drawn on his members, and Voldemort changed that tattoo into the Dark Mark," said Hiphook.
"Well, if Voldemort changed it, how is it of any use for me?" asked Harry. He did not favor another organization, another that he did not have time for.
"Well, even though the Dark Lord did change the Order of the Black Phoenix and the tattoos, it is still valid and you are still the head of the organization. That means that you are able to call the Order of the Black Phoenix to a meeting or you can command any member of the Order of the Black Phoenix to do as you wish for," commented Nasar.
"That means that you can call the Death Eaters, Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.
"You can order them to surrender to the Ministry," said Susan.
"If I were you, I would wait before doing anything with the Order of the Black Phoenix, Harry," said Su. "It is dangerous, and you might be able to call them straight into this castle."
Harry agreed with Su. "I shall wait, Su."
"And now we come to point twenty four," Hiphook said in eagerly and he smiled happily.
"Wait a minute!" yelled Hermione. "Oh, my god! This makes you the Dark Lord!" Hermione screamed upset.
Harry looked shocked at Hermione. "What?" he shrieked in horror.
"Don't you see!" exclaimed Hermione, who jumped from her chair. All the girls were looking at Hermione in shock or in surprise.
"You are now the Head of all the Death Eaters and you are also the patriarch of the all Slytherins. Voldemort must listen to you, because you are his patriarch and his Head of Family," Hermione shrieked.
"I told you that I give you the tools to defeat the Dark Lord," whispered the King. Harry heard the King, but he did not know how to react after that statement of Hermione. He understood what she said, but he did not grasp the meaning of it ... yet.
Everyone was silent and was waiting for Harry to say something.
The Goblins were looking joyfully expectantly at the Lord-Baron, champion of the light, fighter for the righteous cause, major investment target for the Goblins, richest man alive ...
Harry's eyes rolled in his head ... and dropped to the floor ... our hero has fainted.
Some Goblins burst into loud laughter and fell to the floor, rolling in laughter and mirth, other Goblins were dancing in fun, the King was laughing deafeningly, while Hermione huffed and the rest of the girls were looking helplessly and baffled to the scene.
Harry came back to the world, and the first thing he saw was the dancing Goblins, and he grimaced. The second thing he became aware of were the soft breasts of Thea and someone massaging his temples and forehead. He also became aware of a red-headed beauty in the form of Ginny massaging his feet, and Harry felt wonderful, until he realized why he had fainted again.
Harry suddenly pulled his feet from the hands of Ginny, sat upright and out of reach of the blessing massaging hands and the nice and soft breasts, and opened his eyes widely.
"Harry, sit down," ordered Su.
Hermione huffed in the background, but said nothing.
Harry held out his hand and froze for several seconds.
"I think I feel sick," Harry murmured.
The King of the Goblins, who heard him answering Su started to laugh again, and the Goblins made an additional swing in their dancing movements and all of the Goblins were looking very happy and pleased.
"What are they doing?" asked Harry, pointing to the Goblins.
"They are happy because you showed them your appreciation by fainting," answered Hiphook softly. Harry looked up at Hiphook.
"Are they celebrating because I feel sick?" asked Harry incredibly.
"No, no, Lord-Baron. For us it is a great honor when the customer is impressed by our presentations," Hiphook said hastily. "It is not meant to be insulting, it is meant to show you how happy we are by your act of appreciation."
Harry looked unbelievingly at the dancing Goblins, then at Hiphook.
"Can you tell me what is going on?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Lord-Baron, I will explain it by summarizing everything for you," Hiphook said pleasantly.
"Why are you not dancing, Master Hiphook," asked Su.
"I know the way of the Lord-Baron now," Hiphook answered with a smile. "But it is the way of the different species. Certain things might look strange to the other species, whatever someone is saying or acting. There might be always something strange in the eyes from the other. Let's sit down and I will summarize for you."
"With the Slytherin heritage, file number 323A.87.11, point twenty two, you took ownership of all properties that was controled by the family Slytherin, and you removed all persons and creatures from your properties. Most likely you removed the Dark Lord himself from his hideout. Do you understand that, Lord-Baron?" asked Hiphook.
Harry nodded.
Hiphook continued. "With point twenty three, you became head of the Order of the Black Phoenix. That is the organization, which was created by Slytherin himself." Do you understand that, Lord-Potter?"
"Yes, Master Hiphook. "I understand so far."
All the girls were moving closer to Hiphook and what he had to say.
"The head of the Order of Phoenix is the leader of the light." Hiphook looked pointedly at Harry, who nodded again.
"That means that you are the Leader of the Light?" asked Hermione surprised. "Like Dumbledore is the leader of the Light?"
"No, Ms. Granger, Mr. Dumbledore is not the Leader of the Light anymore, because he was removed as Head of the Order of Phoenix. Lord-Baron is now the leader, because he is the Head of the Order of the Phoenix."
All the girls looked wide eyed at the scowling Harry.
Hiphook could not help to grin. "And the head of the Order of the Black Phoenix is the leader of the dark," he said. "Do you understand that, Lord-Baron?"
Harry fainted again. He understood everything now.
This time Hiphook joined the rest of the Goblins in dancing and celebrating, hopping in circles around Harry.
Harry sat slumped on his chair at the table in the middle of the dining room. The Goblins were eating at the table next to him. And when you listen to the talk and discussions of the Goblins, they had a lot of fun. He heard Hiphook talking all the time and the rest of the Goblins were howling of laughter. Probably Hiphook was talking about his exploits in Gringotts with him when he received the heritages, and Harry sighed.
Well, better laughing then fighting, he thought.
"Harry, I think that you are in a unique position," whispered Hermione. She sat opposite him on the table and watched him carefully.
"Why is that, Hermione?" asked Harry uninterested.
"You can end the war this afternoon," she said excited. "Order all the Death Eaters to report to the Ministry or organize a trap and let the Aurors take them out. Do the same with Voldemort, because you are his Patriarch, and he must and will listen to you. In this way you can end it all!"
Harry looked uncomfortable, but he was interrupted by the Goblins.
"Lord-Baron, to continue with the Slytherin heritage," said Hiphook. "I like to discuss point twenty four with you."
"And what is point twenty four," asked Harry warily.
"The previous Dark Lord gave Barnabas Cuffe five hundred thousand Galleons, as a loan. He was never able to pay back, and now this goes to the head of the Family of Slytherin."
"You mean the loan?" asked Harry mystified.
"No, Lord-Baron, his biggest property," smirked Hiphook.
"Oh no, not more women or slaves," moaned Harry.
"No, no, no women or slaves this time, Lord-Baron. You will receive The Daily Prophet in your possession, and even then he owes you fifty five thousand six and thirty Galleons," Hiphook said happily.
Everyone was quiet for a moment. "Wow, you own the biggest news paper in the magical world," said Pansy in awe. "Now you can say what ever you want, Harry. What a political power you have!"
Harry nodded. At least that was something much more useful then more women or slaves.
"Now we discuss point twenty five and twenty six of the Slytherin heritage," said Hiphook, looking intently at his parchments. "Well, it is somewhat unconventional, but you receive a Runespoor and the familiar of the previous Dark Lord, and its name is Nagini."
"Why do ... Nagini? A Runespoor? You mean I get two snakes?" Harry asked incredible. "What must I do with ... since when are snakes part of a heritage?" stammered Harry.
"And why are you calling me Dark Lord?" continued Harry confused.
"You are the Head of the Order of the Dark Phoenix, and that makes you the current Dark Lord, Lord-Baron. The two serpents are part of the Slytherin heritage, because they are magically bound to the Dark Lord, not to a person. "
Harry huffed, but said further nothing.
"Then the last point of the heritage is point twenty seven. "You receive Diana Quirrell as your personal property, Lord-baron."
"Who?" asked Harry, already feeling sick.
"Diana Quirrell is the daughter of Professor Quirrell, who died several years back at Hogwarts. The previous Dark Lord reduced the family to slavery before he possessed the father. He killed the mother, and later you killed the father."
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A/N: Beta-reader for this chapter is Dave
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A/N: Beta-reader for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
Now that was interesting information, because that would be ... how in Merlin's name would Potter be able to send Lilith herself?
"How do you know Potter sent Lilith ... and how do you know that Lilith is in your head?" asked Dumbledore ... he was still acting very calm, but his whirling magic was saying something else.
"I talked with her," Voldemort said. "But she is too strong for one wizard only, I need another."
Dumbledore nodded. "Alright, let's speak to Lilith."
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"We are all enemies of the one and same person," said Lilith. Dumbledore and Voldemort were staring at the women in front of them. She floated in the air directly in front of the two powerful and wizened wizards, and she was terrible in her unearthly beauty. Voldemort and Dumbledore had built a virtual cage in the mind of Voldemort, where they could stay and keep Lilith from reaching them.
Voldemort could not tear his gaze from the woman, while Dumbledore was contemplating what he had heard. It sounded impossible, but that is what Lilith had said. Harry had with his own hands killed off her succubi, and Lilith was childless now. He was also a Hybrid ... a crossing between a Vampire and Werewolf ... not powerful magical wise, but extreme strong physical and very hard to kill.
That was bad news, and he needed the help of Voldemort now and ... maybe from Lilith! That is, when Voldemort would be able to tear his gaze from the damned woman, who had so much power over men.
Dumbledore was cured of women ... he truly did not want to see any woman for the next ten millennia after those experiences with Millicent. He thought about Millicent as the opposite of Lilith and he shuddered. That was something what Potter did to him, and he was bound to that woman too! And Voldemort had Lilith imprisoned in his head, and according Lilith, nothing could change that! That was also the fault of Potter. And Lilith herself was bound to Voldemort and that was also the fault of that Potter!
And if that was not enough, Millicent was pregnant as well! That news came through from his new father in law, and the old man was happy as a child. His daughter pregnant, who could imagine that she would be able to get pregnant?
And that was Potter's fault as well. But at least he did not have to try and fuck her again.
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Ron Weasley was walking like a caged animal ... the matter of fact he was caged, but not the animal ... yet. If Potter were in his cell, then Ron would know for sure that he would turn into an animal and tear Potter into pieces ... small pieces. He would do many interesting things, and he would like to begin with his penis ... he would castrate Potter slowly by hanging him with ...
"Ahum"
Ron looked disturbed up from his position in his cell.
There was that medi wizard again.
"What do you want?" growled Ron to the man.
"I want to talk, dear boy," said the older man. His long gray hair was bound in a tail, hanging on his back. His robes were bright red, and he was wearing strange shining shoes. The medi wizard was standing and looking at Ron with an expression of pity on his face.
"Why should I talk to you," asked Ron. "I want to go home."
"Oh, but you can go home, dear Mr. Weasley. I have only one question left for you," the medi wizard said.
"Alright," said Ron satisfied. "Ask your question."
"I want that you sign this document and then you can go home," the man said.
"What document ... arch ... what ever ... give me the document and I'm gone from here," he said.
The man handed Ron the documents and a quill and waited patiently.
Ron was taking and quill and began to sign with his name at the bottom of the document, until he saw a familiar name on the parchment. Ron looked closer and started to read the parchment.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley," said the medi wizard. "This document declares you healthy in body and mind, and it says that your brother, Bill Weasley, made you do things against your will. And that means that your brother is even guiltier than he is at the moment. For this he will stay for many years at Azkaban. When you sign that document, he will stay for at least ten more years at Azkaban, what do you say?"
Ron was looking intently at the document, then at the man. "And what happens when I don't sign?" asked Ron.
"Then you stay here for thirty days in this holding cell before you can be released. You will have also a mark on your Ministry file and that means that you will never work for the Ministry ever. But when you sign this parchment, there will be no mark in your file and you are free to go."
Ron nodded. He knew that Bill was in trouble and in big trouble at that. If he did sign the parchment, Bill would be longer in jail ... but if Ron didn't say anything about it, then Bill would never find out, would he?
He took the quill and signed the parchment with his name.
The man smiled sadly and opened the door of Ron's little cell. "You are free to go, Mr. Weasley. Thank you for sighing and helping us to lock up a serious criminal like your brother," the man said.
Ron looked briefly at the open door in front of his cell, and it felt good that he had done it; at least he was free to go now. Ron grabbed his bag with his coat, stood up from his small chair and walked out of his cell.
"This way, Mr. Weasley," said the medi wizard and he pointed to a blue pained door. "You leave the complex from this door, where your family is waiting for you."
Ron walked quickly to the door, opened it and entered a small room ... a waiting room as it seemed to look. In the waiting room he saw his parents, Charley and Percy sitting on the many chairs. Ron smiled happily. At last some real food instead of that terrible food of the prison here, and he stepped to his mother.
His family suddenly became aware that he was in the waiting room and his mother rushed to him and grabbed him in her normal hugs, his father was clapping him on his shoulders, but his older brothers were not so happy when they saw him.
"What's going on?" asked Ron.
"We heard that somebody signed a document, which proves that your brother is guilty of the pressed charges, and now Bill is in serious trouble. He will end up in Azkaban because of that document," answered his father bitterly.
Ron gulped.
"When is that document signed?" asked Ron.
"Just a minute ago," answered his father harshly.
The door opened and the medi wizard came in. He saw Ron standing with his family and he approached him looking cheerful, holding his hand out to shake the hand of Ron, who automatically accepted it.
"Mr. Weasley," the man said happily. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you signed this parchment, because it proved that your brother really wanted to kill Lord Baron Potter and now we can lock him up for many additional years. He does not even need a trial anymore, especially with your witness account. Thank you in name of the Ministry," said the man, and shook the hand of the staggered Ron again. He released Ron's hand and left the small waiting room quickly.
All present in the small waiting room were looking at Ron in disbelief. "What did you do, Ron?" asked his father threatening.
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Minerva McGonagall was staring at the door of her little cell. She was detained by the Goblins and she feared for her life and the life of Filius Flitwick. It was her mistake, and it was her blunder that they were caught as well, and she would never forgive herself for what she had done or for dragging Filius Flitwick into this mess.
She knew that judgment would follow for what she had tried to do, but she prayed that Filius Flitwick would be spared. But knowing the Goblins, she did not expect anything less then terrible punishments. She would probably be sold as slave to Merlin knows who. Minerva McGonagall sighed. If her forefathers would see her in a Goblin cell waiting for her punishment, they all would turn in their graves and hunt down her until her last day on earth.
Suddenly the door of the cell block where her cell was ... it opened and a Goblin entered. The Goblin looked briefly at her cell, and Minerva McGonagall stood up. This would be the one who will tell her what her punishment was.
The Goblin took a chair and moved it opposite her cell and sat down. He looked at Minerva but said nothing.
"Are you here to tell me my punishment," Minerva McGonagall asked.
"No, Madam. I'm not here to tell you what your punishment will be," the Goblin said. "That is what the magic will do," he said. "You are here in an environment, where magic can not reach. When we will release you, you are on your own and the magic will take care of everything. "
Minerva McGonagall frowned, but said nothing.
"We will release you, Minerva McGonagall. You are free to go." The Goblin stood up, walked to her cell door and opened it with one of his large tarnished keys. The cell door sprang open and Minerva was looking flabbergasted to the door.
"Am I free to go?" she asked.
"Yes, you are, Minerva McGonagall. I bid you farewell," the Goblin said and left.
Minerva looked pensive for a moment. She did not ask what happened to Filius Flitwick, and she wondered if he would be free as well. Well, there was only one way to find out, and that was by getting out of here.
Minerva left the cell and she walked through a narrow corridor until she reached a large, massive looking golden door. She opened the door and she saw that she arrived at the entrance hall of the Gringotts bank. She smirked and looked around her, but she did not see Filius. Maybe he is already at Hogwarts? Maybe he is waiting outside the Gringotts building?
She took several steps into the entrance hall and she approached the large open doors and left the bank. When she stood in front of the bank, she looked around, but could not see anyone who was ...
Minerva McGonagall felt dizzy ... a whirlwind appeared around her, and she felt herself being pulled into a vortex of magic ... she had the feeling that she was being torn apart. Oh Merlin, the Goblins were right, I'm being punished.
Behind Minerva McGonagall stood two Goblins looking at Minerva McGonagall ... one Goblin was a guard and the other was the head of the Goblin Jail House, and both were looking sadly at Minerva McGonagall, who was in the middle of the punishment process.
"Every time when I see this I become sooo sad," said the Goblin guard.
"It means money for us," said the head of the Goblin Jail House. "And I don't mind those silly wizards and witches being punished because of their foolish behavior.
After fifteen minutes the whirlwind seemed to calm down and then disappeared. It left behind a disheveled Minerva McGonagall, who was sitting in the middle of the street on her behind. Minerva slowly stood up, took her wand and pointed it to her clothing. She murmured an incarnation to clean up her cloak, but nothing seemed too happen.
"Another squib," commented the Goblin guard dryly.
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"I like to reopen the Slytherin file, number 323A.87.11," said Hiphook formally.
Harry's eyebrows went up. "I thought that we were done with that file?" asked Harry surprised.
"Yes, we had opened it, My Lord," said Hiphook without flinching. "But there were aspects in that heritage, we did not want you to have, but now it is time to transfer them to you." Hiphook looked briefly at the King, and returned to focus on his papers.
"Majesty, why didn't you let transfer Hiphook the full contents of the Slytherin heritage?" asked Harry politely.
"Certain aspects in that heritage would change the balance of the powers," the King said. "In that time we did not want to do that, because it was bad for business, but this is changed now."
"You mean the unbreakable contracts we have signed together?" asked Harry.
"Lord-Baron, I suggest that we continue with the heritages and see what they bring. If you have any questions then, we will gladly answer them," said the King, pointing to Hiphook.
"Alright," said Harry, turning to Hiphook. "Master Hiphook, please continue."
Hiphook looked at Harry and smiled proudly.
"The Slytherin heritage has twenty seven points, and we only transferred you the first twenty one points previously," said Hiphook. He paused for a moment dramatically, and he continued.
"Point twenty two is that you take control of all properties of the Slytherin heritage," said Hiphook, and he looked at Harry pointedly.
Harry frowned. "Why do you pause, Master Hiphook?"
"Do you understand the significance of this point, Lord-baron?" asked Hiphook.
"Well, that means that I have more castles, manors, houses?" Harry answered.
"Yes, that is true, but your forget something," Hiphook said. "Like with the heritage of Gryffindor, this heritage also contains the master residence, which is the most powerful magical residence of all properties of the family. The master residence of the Slytherin family is a fortress with the name 'Black Fortress' and that fortress is so strong, that it is indestructible, just like the Gryffindor castle."
He looked pointedly at Harry again, and Harry started to get irritated.
"So what?" he said.
"Well, the current Black Lord, who sees himself as the last descendent of Slytherin, lives in the Black Fortress, and at your command, he will be removed from the Black Fortress with all his underlings," said Hiphook firmly.
"And how do I do that?" asked Harry suddenly interested.
"Because this heritage file is already submitted, any additional point being presented to you is simply added to the magical file as we speak," said Hiphook. "That means that you are the master of all properties of Slytherin. Your word only is enough to empty any property of everything you wish. And not only that, the Black Fortress is hidden by a black Fidelius charm, and you can change that charm by intent."
Harry frowned. "You mean that I only need to order all persons out of the Black Fortress, Master Hiphook?"
"Yes, Lord-Baron," grinned Hiphook.
Harry started to smile. "Well, that is very interesting to know," he grinned.
"I, Head of the Family Slytherin, order any person or creature occupying the Black Fortress to be removed immediately," bellowed Harry.
The Goblins were looking expectantly at Harry after his announcement and waited for several seconds.
Harry started to frown. Again something they did not tell me and wanted to protest. He was sick of things nobody prepared him for what to come. But suddenly he was aware that he was glowing ... and before he would see what it exactly was, a magical charge was noticeable in the air.
"The magic has recognized you, Lord-baron ... it is being executed at this very moment," smiled Hiphook enthusiastically.
"What does that mean?" asked Harry impressed by the discharge.
"We suspect that the Dark Lord is hiding in the Dark Fortress and is trying to use that facility to build his forces. Even though the Dark Lord did not initiate his heritage; he had been recognized as the Heir of the Slytherin family many years ago when he still was fully human. With the black Fidelius charm, it was not possible that anyone could attack him, because nobody could find him. The black Fidelius charm is a modified Fidelius charm, which demanded blood sacrifices when it was setup. This type of Fidelius charm is seen as more powerful then the normal conventional Fidelius charm. And because of the heritage, you are the master of the charm," said Nasar.
"That remind me, Lord-Baron, that you need to order the black Fidelius charm not to allow anyone to find the Black Fortress then only you," said Hiphook.
"Must I order it the same as taking ownership of the Fortress?" asked Harry.
Hiphook nodded.
"Harry, do the same with all properties of the Slytherin, otherwise Voldemort can enter one of the other properties," commented Hermione from the background.
"I, Head of the Family Slytherin, order any person or creature occupying any of my properties to be removed immediately," bellowed Harry. "I also order the black Fidelius charm not to accept anyone then only me."
This time the magical discharge was weak compared with the first order, and the Goblins nodded satisfied.
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Voldemort still could not tear his gaze from Lilith, who was staring into his burning red eyes. Oh Merlin, that woman was so beautiful, her long thick red hair was moving by the wind, except there was no wind in the dream, and she was dressed only in a form fitting dress. Dumbledore tried to get the attention of Voldemort, but Voldemort was only focused on Lilith, and he could not shake himself from the surreal presence of this divine being. She was not the mother of the human race for nothing, and she was unbelievingly powerful in her own way ... Voldemort was intrigued ... if he could get her as his mate, he would be the most powerful creature in the world and far beyond. If he could mate her with himself, then ...
The virtual cage surrounding Voldemort and Dumbledore was shuddering and shaking, and Dumbledore looked alarmed. If the cage would collapse, then Lilith would go to Voldemort and he would be in serious trouble, as would he himself as well! Dumbledore concentrated on the cage to stabilize it, but the shaking of the cage became only worse! Dumbledore changed the transparent walls of the cage into opaque, and Voldemort came to himself again. He shook his head and looked surprised around himself and at Dumbledore.
"What did you do?" yelled Voldemort. "That was the ..." and he became aware of the shaking of the cage.
"The cage is collapsing and we need to get out of the dream," yelled Dumbledore.
Voldemort nodded ... he understood immediately. For what ever reason, outside influences had caused the virtual case to collapse, and he grabbed Dumbledore by his shoulder, and together they concentrated to return to their own realm.
Voldemort and Dumbledore woke in a shock together and they were immediately aware of the noise all around them.
In front of their eyes they saw chaos; hundreds of Death Eaters were being caught by wild whirlwinds and being smashed against walls, shrieking sounds of demons and other creatures were overwhelming. The two powerful wizards saw a large demon flying through the huge hall of the Black Fortress and being smashed in great force against the far wall, where it exploded in black blood and gore, spreading blood over the Death Eaters, Giants, vampires and werewolves and they were instantly set aflame.
One of the greater Giants was caught in a huge whirlwind and he flew towards the doorway, he did not fit of course and the Giant ended up being smashed against it. That doorway was now blocked by the body of the Giant!
"We need to leave this place," roared Dumbledore above all the noise.
Voldemort nodded ... that was for sure. By what ever reason the Black Fortress was removing all its inhabitants! Voldemort put his hand in his robes and took out a small disk and he grimaced at Dumbledore ... Voldemort disappeared.
Dumbledore cursed, Voldemort had left using a portkey, and of course he left him alone in a crazy fortress, which was revolting against its inhabitants. But Voldemort was not the only one with emergency portkeys. Dumbledore took his old sock and activated his portkey.
Voldemort stood at the top of the hill watching the smoke coming from the valley, where his Black Fortress was hidden. He saw some creatures ... some lesser demons climbing out of the holes in the ground where his Fortress was supposed to be, but saw nothing else moving. The demons vaporized immediately after they were exposed to the sun, and Voldemort was trying to figure out what had happened with his fortress.
Suddenly he saw a shimmering, and the holes disappeared from the valley and he noticed that the connection with the fortress had ended. It disappeared! The Black Fortress was gone!
Voldemort roared in frustration, almost all his Death Eaters and all his Dark Creatures were gone! And he was sooooooooo sleepy.
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"We have now point twenty three," Hiphook said with anticipation. "Point twenty three states that you are the Head of the Order of the Black Phoenix."
Harry frowned. "Is that not the same as the Order of Phoenix?" asked Harry.
"Yes, except it is for the family Slytherin. When Gryffindor created the Order of Phoenix, Slytherin did the same, but he called it the Order of the Black Phoenix. But Voldemort changed the Order of the Black Phoenix into something different, and he called the members of the Order of the Black Phoenix Death Eaters.
Gryffindor was using only unbreakable oaths from his members, while Slytherin had a certain magical tattoo being drawn on his members, and Voldemort changed that tattoo into the Dark Mark," said Hiphook.
"Well, if Voldemort changed it, how is it of any use for me?" asked Harry. He did not favor another organization, another that he did not have time for.
"Well, even though the Dark Lord did change the Order of the Black Phoenix and the tattoos, it is still valid and you are still the head of the organization. That means that you are able to call the Order of the Black Phoenix to a meeting or you can command any member of the Order of the Black Phoenix to do as you wish for," commented Nasar.
"That means that you can call the Death Eaters, Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.
"You can order them to surrender to the Ministry," said Susan.
"If I were you, I would wait before doing anything with the Order of the Black Phoenix, Harry," said Su. "It is dangerous, and you might be able to call them straight into this castle."
Harry agreed with Su. "I shall wait, Su."
"And now we come to point twenty four," Hiphook said in eagerly and he smiled happily.
"Wait a minute!" yelled Hermione. "Oh, my god! This makes you the Dark Lord!" Hermione screamed upset.
Harry looked shocked at Hermione. "What?" he shrieked in horror.
"Don't you see!" exclaimed Hermione, who jumped from her chair. All the girls were looking at Hermione in shock or in surprise.
"You are now the Head of all the Death Eaters and you are also the patriarch of the all Slytherins. Voldemort must listen to you, because you are his patriarch and his Head of Family," Hermione shrieked.
"I told you that I give you the tools to defeat the Dark Lord," whispered the King. Harry heard the King, but he did not know how to react after that statement of Hermione. He understood what she said, but he did not grasp the meaning of it ... yet.
Everyone was silent and was waiting for Harry to say something.
The Goblins were looking joyfully expectantly at the Lord-Baron, champion of the light, fighter for the righteous cause, major investment target for the Goblins, richest man alive ...
Harry's eyes rolled in his head ... and dropped to the floor ... our hero has fainted.
Some Goblins burst into loud laughter and fell to the floor, rolling in laughter and mirth, other Goblins were dancing in fun, the King was laughing deafeningly, while Hermione huffed and the rest of the girls were looking helplessly and baffled to the scene.
Harry came back to the world, and the first thing he saw was the dancing Goblins, and he grimaced. The second thing he became aware of were the soft breasts of Thea and someone massaging his temples and forehead. He also became aware of a red-headed beauty in the form of Ginny massaging his feet, and Harry felt wonderful, until he realized why he had fainted again.
Harry suddenly pulled his feet from the hands of Ginny, sat upright and out of reach of the blessing massaging hands and the nice and soft breasts, and opened his eyes widely.
"Harry, sit down," ordered Su.
Hermione huffed in the background, but said nothing.
Harry held out his hand and froze for several seconds.
"I think I feel sick," Harry murmured.
The King of the Goblins, who heard him answering Su started to laugh again, and the Goblins made an additional swing in their dancing movements and all of the Goblins were looking very happy and pleased.
"What are they doing?" asked Harry, pointing to the Goblins.
"They are happy because you showed them your appreciation by fainting," answered Hiphook softly. Harry looked up at Hiphook.
"Are they celebrating because I feel sick?" asked Harry incredibly.
"No, no, Lord-Baron. For us it is a great honor when the customer is impressed by our presentations," Hiphook said hastily. "It is not meant to be insulting, it is meant to show you how happy we are by your act of appreciation."
Harry looked unbelievingly at the dancing Goblins, then at Hiphook.
"Can you tell me what is going on?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Lord-Baron, I will explain it by summarizing everything for you," Hiphook said pleasantly.
"Why are you not dancing, Master Hiphook," asked Su.
"I know the way of the Lord-Baron now," Hiphook answered with a smile. "But it is the way of the different species. Certain things might look strange to the other species, whatever someone is saying or acting. There might be always something strange in the eyes from the other. Let's sit down and I will summarize for you."
"With the Slytherin heritage, file number 323A.87.11, point twenty two, you took ownership of all properties that was controled by the family Slytherin, and you removed all persons and creatures from your properties. Most likely you removed the Dark Lord himself from his hideout. Do you understand that, Lord-Baron?" asked Hiphook.
Harry nodded.
Hiphook continued. "With point twenty three, you became head of the Order of the Black Phoenix. That is the organization, which was created by Slytherin himself." Do you understand that, Lord-Potter?"
"Yes, Master Hiphook. "I understand so far."
All the girls were moving closer to Hiphook and what he had to say.
"The head of the Order of Phoenix is the leader of the light." Hiphook looked pointedly at Harry, who nodded again.
"That means that you are the Leader of the Light?" asked Hermione surprised. "Like Dumbledore is the leader of the Light?"
"No, Ms. Granger, Mr. Dumbledore is not the Leader of the Light anymore, because he was removed as Head of the Order of Phoenix. Lord-Baron is now the leader, because he is the Head of the Order of the Phoenix."
All the girls looked wide eyed at the scowling Harry.
Hiphook could not help to grin. "And the head of the Order of the Black Phoenix is the leader of the dark," he said. "Do you understand that, Lord-Baron?"
Harry fainted again. He understood everything now.
This time Hiphook joined the rest of the Goblins in dancing and celebrating, hopping in circles around Harry.
Harry sat slumped on his chair at the table in the middle of the dining room. The Goblins were eating at the table next to him. And when you listen to the talk and discussions of the Goblins, they had a lot of fun. He heard Hiphook talking all the time and the rest of the Goblins were howling of laughter. Probably Hiphook was talking about his exploits in Gringotts with him when he received the heritages, and Harry sighed.
Well, better laughing then fighting, he thought.
"Harry, I think that you are in a unique position," whispered Hermione. She sat opposite him on the table and watched him carefully.
"Why is that, Hermione?" asked Harry uninterested.
"You can end the war this afternoon," she said excited. "Order all the Death Eaters to report to the Ministry or organize a trap and let the Aurors take them out. Do the same with Voldemort, because you are his Patriarch, and he must and will listen to you. In this way you can end it all!"
Harry looked uncomfortable, but he was interrupted by the Goblins.
"Lord-Baron, to continue with the Slytherin heritage," said Hiphook. "I like to discuss point twenty four with you."
"And what is point twenty four," asked Harry warily.
"The previous Dark Lord gave Barnabas Cuffe five hundred thousand Galleons, as a loan. He was never able to pay back, and now this goes to the head of the Family of Slytherin."
"You mean the loan?" asked Harry mystified.
"No, Lord-Baron, his biggest property," smirked Hiphook.
"Oh no, not more women or slaves," moaned Harry.
"No, no, no women or slaves this time, Lord-Baron. You will receive The Daily Prophet in your possession, and even then he owes you fifty five thousand six and thirty Galleons," Hiphook said happily.
Everyone was quiet for a moment. "Wow, you own the biggest news paper in the magical world," said Pansy in awe. "Now you can say what ever you want, Harry. What a political power you have!"
Harry nodded. At least that was something much more useful then more women or slaves.
"Now we discuss point twenty five and twenty six of the Slytherin heritage," said Hiphook, looking intently at his parchments. "Well, it is somewhat unconventional, but you receive a Runespoor and the familiar of the previous Dark Lord, and its name is Nagini."
"Why do ... Nagini? A Runespoor? You mean I get two snakes?" Harry asked incredible. "What must I do with ... since when are snakes part of a heritage?" stammered Harry.
"And why are you calling me Dark Lord?" continued Harry confused.
"You are the Head of the Order of the Dark Phoenix, and that makes you the current Dark Lord, Lord-Baron. The two serpents are part of the Slytherin heritage, because they are magically bound to the Dark Lord, not to a person. "
Harry huffed, but said further nothing.
"Then the last point of the heritage is point twenty seven. "You receive Diana Quirrell as your personal property, Lord-baron."
"Who?" asked Harry, already feeling sick.
"Diana Quirrell is the daughter of Professor Quirrell, who died several years back at Hogwarts. The previous Dark Lord reduced the family to slavery before he possessed the father. He killed the mother, and later you killed the father."
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A/N: Beta-reader for this chapter is Dave
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