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The Heritage - Chapter 56
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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.

Immediately after Pansy retreated into her world, Hannah Abbott stood up from her chair and walked towards one of the butt plugs, took a blue one and walked back to her chair, her face was flaming red. Susan stood up and grabbed one of the vibrators and Hermione with Padma went for the Ben Wa balls. More and more girls stood up and walked towards the sex toys and Fleur was conjuring more and more toys for them to use.

"Do you have something like stimulating underwear," asked Theresa Crabbe with a brave face.

Fleur beamed. "Yes, I have, I show you the spell to make your underwear stimulating for you, but it is not penetrating pleasure, but clitoris stimulation."

"Yeah, that is what I want," Theresa said anxiously. "Please Fleur?"
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"Nagini, what is wrong?" asked Harry the large snake.

"I am just restless, Master," said Nagini.

"Why are you restless, Nagini?" asked Harry shocked. A snake that is restless? Harry had no idea what to think. Since the two snakes from Voldemort were in the castle, they were free to wander everywhere they liked. Harry and the girls had no problems with that, even the Special Forces soldiers who were patrolling the castle had no problems with the two huge snakes.

"I feel that I need to change, Master," said Nagini.

"Change, you said?" asked Harry more and more confused by the minute. "Why should you change?"

"My previous Master was a demanding Master, which was tapping my milk every day, but you, Master do not tap any of my milk. Why is that?" asked Nagini.

"What do you mean by milk, Nagini?" Harry had no idea if snakes had milk. Wait a minute, snakes didn't have milk!

"My milk is what kills my enemies, Master," answered Nagini.

"Ah, you mean your poison, Nagini?" asked Harry.

"Yesss, Master. You as a human call it poison, but for me and my kind it is milk. We use it to restore our own, Masssster." Nagini lifted its head up and looked at Harry.

"I want to change my name, Master. Nagini is not a good name for a snake that has a Master like you," Nagini hissed.

Harry dropped his jaw. Changing his name? Why would Nagini change his name?

"Why would you change your name?" asked Harry puzzled.

"You have many mates, I want to have many mates myself as well," Nagini hissed softly. "All of that is because of your name. When my name would be Harriett, then I get many mates as well."

"Harriett?" exclaimed Harry. Why in Merlin's name would a snake call it self Harriett? Does Nagini mean that it wants to be named after ... himself?

"Yes, Master," hissed Nagini/Harriett.

"What does Harriett exactly mean?" hissed Harry, almost afraid for the answer.

"It meanss that I belong to you, Master," hissed Nagini/Harriett.

"Harriett? Is that the name you prefer?"

"Yesss, Masssssster."

"Alright ... Harriett ... but only when you call me Harry," said Harry with a smile.

"I can't do that Masssster, because you are my Masssssssssssster, but I can call you Masssster Harry if you want," hissed Harriett upset.

"Alright Harriett, Harriett it is for you," sighed Harry, looking resignedly at the huge snake.

Harriett was sliding closer at Harry and hissed contently. "Thank you, Massster Harry, I do appreciate thisssssss."

"You are welcome, Harriett. I need to get used to your new name," hissed Harry back.

"Massster, I want to change my name too," hissed the Runespore.

Harry turned and looked at the Runespore. Its three heads were looking intently at Harry, but Harry said nothing. The Runespore was a beautiful snake, and he was admiring the amazing rare snake's body and its vivid colors.

"I want a name, Massster," the Runespore said. I never had any name, and I want to be named like Harriett," it said.

"You mean that you want the same name as Harriett?" asked Harry surprised.

"No Master, my name will be Fred," said the Runespore.

"Fred," repeated Harry baffled in English.

"My name issss Fred, Masssster" hissed the Runespore. "That issss the name I want to carry from now on."

"Alright, Fred, only when you call me Harry," hissed Harry softly. "I insist!"

"Yes, Massster Harry," hissed the Runespore and Fred glided closer towards Harry.

Harriett and Fred were now very close to Harry, and he sighed. Two huge and dangerous snakes with names like Harriett and Fred? Where is the world coming to? What was going on and how more crazy could the thing be?

Harry was thinking about the old golden trio, which was not a trio anymore, and he wondered how Ron was doing. It was such a long time ago that he spoke with Ron. The last time Harry spoke with Ron was not something you can say 'jolly good fellow', and he hated to think about Ron at the Burrow or even jail. How was it possible that Ron would fall so low to do the things he did? How was it possible that Ron was even trying to hurt him?

Harry was remembering a muggle song he heard last year over the TV at the Dursley's, and without being aware he was singling the song ... he forgot the words, so he hummed softly. This was also a way to suppress the thoughts about his former best friend. Harry sighed, his other best friend was also gone and now he had a fiancée instead of her.

He started to hum the song again, because the stupid song went through his head nonstop. He couldn't stop the song, so irritating.

Harriett was sliding over his knees ... she was heavy, the stupid snake. Who wanted to be called Harriett anyhow, and that a snake! Stupid snake, stupid name and stupid life ... stupid Voldemort, damn him straight into hell, and he hoped that he would suffer.

Suddenly he looked at Harriett. What was that stupid snake doing? Harriett was looking at Harry intently and was half raised ... she was looking at him straight in the face, and she was making strange movements ... like she was ... dancing? Dancing to the rhythm of his humming?

Harry stopped humming the song, and Harriett was stopping its movements as well. When Harry started to sing, the snake started to move so weird ... totally fixed on him. When he stopped singing, Harriett seemed to lose interest. Harry stood up and moved to another chair some meters away from Harriett and sang again. Immediately Harriett stirred and started to dance.

"What the hell are you doing, you crazy snake?" Harry said surprised.

He heard laughing from the back of the foyer, where he was waiting for the morning light to come, and he turned.

"You talk to snakes, and your snakes are dancing, and you are a horrible singer," laughed Zara.

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Voldemort's black burned body was standing over the black-triangle ritual table, which he had used to complete the Necromancy process. Black fumes were still noticeable everywhere, it formed a heavy mist surrounding Voldemort. The smell was terrible, rotten eggs combined with the smell of decay, and Voldemort twisted in tremendous satisfaction.

The Necromancy had succeeded, Voldemort thought, while he was eying the black mist all around him. Except the smell, everything seemed very pleasant for him.

Sounds came through the mist ... sounds of grinding stones and doors being opened with great violence. He knew if he should be successful, then the undead would come out of their graves. Those who were Muggles would take the body of a skeleton, unless they died only a year ago, and those who were wizards, they would come with a body, similar as his own ... well ... before it was burned.

The sounds became more noticeable, and Voldemort heard the first screams of the poor souls of the visiting Muggles, and he laughed loudly. It seemed that his undead were a bit impatient, and they were already eating all the living Muggles they could find.

Terrified screams pierced through the mist ... listening to the sound of the scream it seemed to be a scream of a young girl. Good, how younger, how nicer the body ... Voldemort's slit tongue licked his burned lips in anticipation. He took his wand and murmured a long incarnation, and waved his wand in a wide circle. A wind appeared, which moved the mist in all directions, and Voldemort started to walk towards the sounds of the screaming. With great anticipation he walked towards the center of the noise. There must be a lot of Muggles there being attacked and eaten by his undead, Voldemort thought with glee, and he increased his pace.

The bottom changed. Before he was walking on grass, now he was walking on the stone of a small road. Voldemort followed the road; he knew that the road would lead to a large square, which the Muggles always used to held remembrance services for their dead, and Voldemort almost giggled. Right, this time they would be the subject of their remembrances, he sniffed.

That mist was a bit thick, and the smell became only more intense; he was getting a headache from that mist, and Voldemort waved again his wand into the air in a large circle, and murmured more incarnations. The wind became stronger and the mist was blown apart with great force, and Voldemort froze!

Thousands of undead were packed together in the large square, hundred meters from Voldemort, but they were not eating or terrorizing the Muggles, but ... they were having an orgy!

"What the ..." started Voldemort, and suddenly he discovered a group of Muggles, who were watching in horror at his undead, but they were untouched and unharmed.

What Voldemort saw made him vomit in disgust. The undead ... his undead were trying to fuck each other ... he had come to a huge orgy of thousands of dead bodies trying to fuck each other.

The strange thing of everything was that Voldemort did not seem to be so upset. He was watching intently the undead trying to fuck each other, then he placed his focus on the muggles, and he smiled evilly.

"Well, if my Death Eaters are too weak, my Demons are too lousy, my undead are too horny, I can always convert the muggles into nice Death Eaters," said Voldemort, and watched the Muggles looking at the fucking undead.

"I leave the undead here for the Muggles to clean up, but I am going to collect thousands of Muggles, brand and bind them, and send those to Potter and his harem," he said to the Muggles, who could not hear him because he was too far away.

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Draco Malfoy was running for his life. Today was the day that he supposed to be married to that cow of an Umbridge, and he was desperately trying to escape. Yesterday he booked a trip on one of the international floo stations, but he was refused by the patrolling Aurors; he was not allowed to leave the country, the Auror had said to him. The man was smiling widely and Draco left the floo station in a hurry, before he could curse that audacious man.

It became so bad, that Draco traveled to the international Muggle airport to take an airplane, but that did not work out so well. After he bought the ticket with the last of his money, there were Muggle policemen who were interrogating him about his luggage. Draco had taken all the small artifacts from the Malfoy manor and his hidden secret storage, and for no money in the world did he want those Muggles to see those artifacts.

When the Muggle policemen became insistent, Draco tried to escape, but that did not work out too well, because one of the bags tore and several of his most expensive artifacts rolled out of the bags; those were the dried heads of House elves, the same as could be found at the vestibule of every old pureblood house. Those artifacts in that bag were rare, because the dried heads of those House elves were more then thousand years old. And what happened then? Those insolent Muggles took their funny sticks, pointed it at him and started to make loud noises. He never knew that Muggles used magic ... what ever spells they were using, it hurt his leg. Then the chaos became even more intense, because Draco took his wand and erected shields around him and started to curse back.

After he blew himself through the walls of the busy airport, the first Aurors plopped into existence, and Draco could get away. Then the owls came in, he had broken the underaged law and the last owl he had received was the notification that he was expelled from Hogwarts because of his use of underaged magic. Draco huffed, like that would make any difference, because now he was forced to hide somewhere in England against marrying that hag of an Umbridge.

He knew that Tonks and the rest of the Aurors had promised to take him to his wedding, and he smiled at that thought. Those Aurors could look for a long time for him, because he was simply invisible and could not be found.

Several things were not so bad for Draco. For once, he needed to hide until he was seventeen years old and he could take over the Head of Family status, and then he would teach that Potter a lesson - never to fuck with a Malfoy. Another thing that wasn't so bad was his current hideaway, an old farmhouse from his father. According his father, this was the farm of his grandparents on his mother side; that meant the Black's. One of the many farmhouses they own, he corrected himself, while he was looking around for food.

Those idiots would never be able to find him, thought Draco Malfoy. The Ministry was so ignorant and useless, they would not be able to find an elephant in a toilet, and he smirked again.

Sounds of popping! Draco turned in shock and saw five grinning Aurors standing in front of him ... they must have apparated here! How is Merlin's sake had they found him? The Aurors' red robes moved slowly in the wind, while all five were looking at him with an amused expression on their faces, and Draco Malfoy was becoming very irritated. Don't they know that he would be a very powerful man when he became seventeen years old? Didn't they think that he would have his revenge on those stupid pricks? Draco saw that the Aurors changed their stance somewhat, because all of them were smirking now and Draco walked slowly backwards, ready to dive or run.

"Your bride is waiting, Mr. Malfoy," said a sweet voice behind him.

Draco twirled and saw Auror Tonks standing two meters from him. Her wand was pointing at Draco, and he swallowed nervously. His only escape was blocked and he did not know what to do!

"Mr. Malfoy," said one of the male Aurors. "I think it wise that you came with us voluntarily, otherwise your bride would be very disappointed with you and a disappointed bride is not something I would like to meet."

"That's right, Mr. Malfoy," said Tonks with a smirk again. "If Ms. Umbridge should see you damaged and dirty, she would be very putout with you."

The five Aurors burst out in laughter.

"What do you say, Mr. Malfoy? Do you want to come with us voluntarily or must we force you?" the male Auror said with an expectantly expression on his face. He had his wand in his hand and was turning it. It was clear to Draco that the man was hoping that he could use his wand on Draco, and that would not be a good idea.

Draco huffed. "And how are you going to take me to her?" he asked.

"With a Portkey of course, Mr. Malfoy," said Tonks behind him.

Draco sighed. "Alright then," he said resignedly.

All five Aurors smirked as one, and the approached Draco. Draco could hear several footsteps behind him, and he realized that he never had a chance to escape, because obviously Tonks was not the only one who was behind him.

"How did you track me down?" asked Draco curiously.

"With a tracking charm, of course," answered Tonks. "It's easy, child's play really."

Draco's face flushed from shame. It was so easy, and he never had the idea to get someone check him for any tracking charms, and he regretted the fact that he did not go to his father's old friends. They would have been able to help him, and suddenly he realized that it would not have beed such a good idea, because he had no money, and he sighed. He cursed the fact that Potter had come into his life when he was eleven years old. It was Potter's fault.

The Aurors held a small disk and gave it to Draco. He grabbed the disk and one of the Aurors whispered 'fanfic' as activation keyword for the Portkey and he was whirled away to an unknown and unsure destiny, which did not promise much good for him.

The first thing Draco saw was a large fat woman with a very wide mouth, heavily red painted lips, fat swollen cheeks with a artificial red blush, purple eye lashes and large bulging eyes and a beaming expression on her face, squealing like a little young virgin, which she probably was. His first impression was that of a frog with painted lips, and he gasped. Even the Aurors gasped behind him, that he could clearly hear. Maybe they would feel sorry for him and let him go, but that was idle hope, because he could feel the tip of a wand poking in his back.

Then he became aware of what she was wearing. The dress she was wearing was hurtful for to the eyes, bright white and ... huge. He could not look at it, and he saw somewhere pink lace through the extremely shining dress, how in Merlin's name could someone wear something so impossible like that? The only thing he could look at was her huge boobs, which were very visible with her deep décolleté ... and he almost threw up ... huge tits with ripples ... disgusting.

"Go for it, lover boy," he heard a female voice whispering behind him. That's probably that Tonks woman, another of that Black spawn, and that reminded him again of that Potter bastard, and he cursed under his breath.

Umbridge's beaming expression faltered somewhat, but it did not stop her from grabbing his arm, winking to him, and she started to drag him further into the hall, where they were located.

The hall was large, it had on both sides of the hall large and high windows, and between the windows he saw drapes and banners of all kind of themes like the Departments in the Ministry. It was clear to him that they were at the Ministry, and one of the official ballrooms, which were used for marriages like this one. Draco's eyes went wide again and he groaned. Behind his back he heard several persons laughing.

Umbridge had a firm grip on his arm and she dragged him towards the end of the hall, where a large altar stood with several people waiting for them, and Draco groaned again.

"Think about your status after you are married, Malfoy," whispered Tonks behind him, and she was right. When they would be married, he would be the Head of the Family Malfoy ... great! He would send this Umbridge cow far away, and he would get himself some nice good looking slaves, and life would be perfect again for Draco Malfoy. Then he would try to get his father released and what wonders could some Galleons do for the pockets of some Ministry employees, and a small wicked smile appeared on his face. Not all was lost, he thought. He also could have some revenge, and he was thinking already what he could do with that Potter bastard and let him suffer as much as possible ... now he was grinning.

Dolores Umbridge saw the expression on his face, and she squealed. Draco saw the wisdom of the marriage, she thought. He might even come to love her, and she made up her mind to give him something that he would remember until the end of his life, and she grinned as well. She was happy now that she gotten the Minister Official to prepare the bridal room here, because Draco needed to do his marriage duty by sleeping with her, and she was glad that she paid the extra hundred and fifty Galleons to make the room extra nice with pink curtains and a large Queen sized bed.

Today it was the day that she would lose her virginity and for her it was the most important day of her life. Her parents were very disappointed in her when she had become twenty five years old and still had not produced a husband, not even a boyfriend. When her parents passed away when she was twenty seven years old, her father froze the heritage until she managed to marry. Well, that heritage would be activated today, she thought with a happy smile. She had a loving husband near her side, and she would hear today about her family heritage.

The fact that it was not her, but her husband who would receive the heritage did not make her sad or upset. She knew that as a real loving husband, he would share everything with her, and the Malfoy's are not poor either. Such a fine manor that Malfoy manor was. She remembered that it looked like a castle to her when she visited the place, and she remembered the green houses and the size of the manor, and she became very excited and could not wait to see it. She would drag her newly wed husband to every room and have her way with him. She would make him so happy, that he would burst from happiness, the saliva was dripping from his chin now, but she did not care.

Now both stood in front of the Ministry Official, who would marry them. She could remember his name, a Mr. Bardoes, and she smiled fondly at the Ministry Official ... who winced. She released Draco's arm and looked briefly at him with a fond expression on her face.

"Marriage is a holy bond, with obligations and responsibilities beyond those of any other duty. It is a also a journey of highs and lows ... much like how you two got here, that with luck, may take you centuries further along that road, and beyond. In all of my years as Ministry Official in charge of marriages, I can remember all of the couples I married," the clerk said formally, looking at Draco.

Draco noticed that the clerk refused to look at Millicent, and he winced. He was right, it was not an attractive sight, and he sighed. Potter would burn over a low fire for many hours to come, he wanted to hear his screams of agony and that thought made him feel a bit better.

"There is nothing that I can say, that they themselves can not, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco was looking confused at the Ministry official, and frowned. What the hell what that idiot from him. He showed up, was that not enough?

"Mr. Malfoy?" asked Mr. Bardoes politely.

Draco frowned.

"Mr. Malfoy?" repeated Mr. Bardoes. "Is there anything what you want to say?"

"Yes," Draco said impatiently. "Hurry up!"

Mr. Bardoes looked disapprovingly at Mr. Malfoy and huffed.

"Excellent, excellent", faked Mr. Bardoes. "Mr. Malfoy ... do you, Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Dolores Umbridge as your wife, to protect her above all others, to honor her above all others and to love above all others, in happiness and sadness, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

Draco truly did not want, but what could he do? At that moment he felt the tips of several wands pushing hard and painfully in his back. He looked over his shoulder, and he saw the grinning faces of the Aurors. Tonks had the biggest grin on her face, and Draco scowled heavily.

"Mr. Malfoy?" asked Mr. Bardoes patiently.

Umbridge looked unsure at Draco.

"Yes" yelled Draco.

"Ah," answered Mr. Bardoes. Such a unconventional reaction ... those young people of today, he thought.

"Dolores Umbridge, do you take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your husband, to protect him above all others, to honor him above all others and to love above all others, in happiness and sadness, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"Yes!" Dolores yelled happily.

Mr. Bardoes, the Ministry official, looked expectantly at Draco, who was looking confused back. What in Merlin's name wanted that idiot from him?

Nobody said a word, and all of the people present were looking expectantly at Draco.

"What?" yelled Draco.

"The rings," Tonks whispered behind is back.

"What rings?" asked Draco loudly, totally confused.

"Don't you have the rings with you?" asked Dolores disappointed.

"What must I do with rings?" asked Draco mystified.

"To marry, you dork," Tonks whispered loudly and several Aurors snorted in the background.

"I don't have any rings," said Draco smugly.

"Oh, but we can do something about that," said an Auror. The heavy set man turned and pointed his want to one of the windows of the ballroom, and the sound of something tearing apart was clearly noticeable to everyone. One of the heavy curtains fell down to the floor and the Auror walked quickly to the curtain. He pulled something with a lot of violence and came back quickly, looking happily and had two curtain rings in his hand.

"Here are the rings," he said happily and smirking.

Mr. Bardoes looked unsure at the rings, but they seemed to do the job. Rings are rings anyhow, and the most important thing of everything was the binding magic for a marriage anyway.

"Mr. Malfoy, please take the ring and repeat the following. With this ring, this symbol of our bond, I bind my magic to yours."

"With this ring ... this symbol of ... eh ... bond, I bind my magic to yours," repeated Draco. He grabbed her left hand and pushed the ring on her finger.

"Dolores, please do the same," Mr. Bardoes said.

Dolores grabbed the ring from the Auror and slid it on Draco's left ring finger; her voice was choked up as she yelled, "With this ring, the symbol of our bond, I bind my magic to yours." she said happily.

A circle of sickening brownish light snapped between each other, quickly growing into a bubble with Draco and Dolores in the center. Mr. Bardoes and the others were knocked back another step before the bubble collapsed with the almost-newlyweds standing stock still, baffled and in Draco's case shocked.

"Very, well then," Mr. Bardoes pronounced loudly, "I hereby declare you husband and wife," he announced sourly. "You may kiss the bride."

Dolores squealed and grabbed the face of Draco with her both hands and pulled it towards his lips, where she kissed him straight on his mouth, forcing his lips to open with her tongue and attempted to make a long and wet French kiss, all the time she heard Draco making noises while she pushed her tongue deep in his mouth, and she felt delirious of happiness. Her husband, her love, her only chance to happiness, and she beamed.

The Aurors were making sick sounds behind them, and Tonks started to look green in the face. Even Mr. Bardoes did not look well in the face, because he was deadly pale now, while Draco with his purple face was wrestling with all he got to get out of the kiss, but to no avail.

"This is so sick, Tonks. If I had known this, then I would have never listened to you," said the Auror who arranged the wedding rings for the wedding at Tonks, who was looking sick.

"Yeah, who would say what would happen with crazy Dolores. If she will continue like that, then Draco will never survive his first kiss as a married man," Tonks said uneasily.

"Do you think we must help Mr. Malfoy?" asked another Auror, looking at the kissing newlyweds.

"Well, I don't like Malfoy, but this is really too much, even for a Malfoy," said Tonks wincing.

"Ahum," said Mr. Bardoes.

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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave