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Chapter 5
The Witches of the world have a Seccret, of course poor Harry is stuck in the middle. Post Goblet of Fire.
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Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 5
Sunday 8 August 1995 (Sidereal)
7 Aug 1995 (Off Sidereal)
Rosmerta woke Harry in the morning with his cock in her throat. The first thing he saw was her ice-blue eyes searching his as he fed her the breakfast she was seeking. He dragged her out of bed and bent her over the back of one of the sofas. She couldn't complain, not that she was thinking of it, because he knocked the wind out of her with each thrust. After she came the first time he led her in the bathroom and took her again, several times, until he finally exploded in her belly as she locked in a massive orgasm, bonding her as he had the other women. Nym, Hestia, Hermione, and Ginny joined them in the tub.
"Harry, you have to stop for a while. Please. Let's go eat. We're exhausted from coming so much."
"Oh, Nym, why didn't you say something?"
"We were having fun, Harry. Now let's clean up and rest, and then eat. The rest of the women are younger, and I want you to completely destroy them."
The Alphas and Primaries all crawled into the huge bed. Harry noticed suddenly that Susan and Daphne had joined them. He thought about it for a moment and felt the deep rightness of it. He pulled Nym into a spooning position in front of him and went to sleep playing in the bond with joyous abandon as he had never played as a child. To Harry's mates, while this play was restful, it was also as fulfilling as the lovemaking and bonding had been. Harry completely abandoned himself to them.
His hardened length was between Nym's legs and she held it up against herself as she rocked her hips forward and then back, sheathing him. She fell asleep with his rock-hard length buried in her in what the bonded would come to refer to as the pacifier position.
Harry awakened at about nine in the morning with his mouth on Nym's left nipple, his cock buried in her, Hestia sitting on his right hand where the hand and arm stuck out from under Nym's shoulders, and the fingers of his left hand buried in the soft, warm folds of the woman who was spooned against his back.
He couldn't tell who it was until he rubbed his thumb over the soft nub it was resting on and he felt Susan shuddering in the bond. Ginny crawled up between Nym and Harry, separated them, and took him in her mouth. Daphne, to the surprise of everyone including herself, crawled in between them and took Nym's sex with her mouth. She and they could feel Harry using her to pleasure Nym, and suddenly the bond was on fire.
Harry and the bonded began using everyone's lips, tongues, hands, breasts, and sex to pleasure each other. Suddenly Harry clenched; before he could come in Ginny's mouth, she pulled back and held him while Hermione sank all the way onto him in one stroke. He came when she hit the bottom. When Harry orgasmed they all did in a roaring, muscle-locking, mind-numbing climax.
Harry rested for a moment, then jumped up, turned around, and said, "Wow, I'm hungry! Who wants breakfast?" He received six death-glares in return, but the effect was ruined by the purring noise that came from the women as he poured his love, respect, thanks, and complete awe of them into the bond.
The suddenly energized women jumped up and stretched, causing more purring as Harry's eyes and feelings were locked on them. They dressed, then they dressed a stupefied Harry (who knew women dressing would make his mind go completely blank?) and dragged him to the dining room to be met by their mates and kissed good morning very soundly.
They sat a smiling Harry at the head of the table. Amelia looked to Nym, who nodded her head, and Amelia clapped her hands once. A breakfast worthy of Hogwarts appeared before them on the table.
"We usually don't eat this heavily, Harry, but I thought you could do with the energy."
Harry smiled at Amelia. Hermione passed him a loaded plate, and he began eating. Every time he got the plate close to clear, either Hermione or Nym would load it again. Harry began eating more slowly and listening to the conversation-not speaking, just listening.
Daphne, who had been watching him, sent him a kind of proud, affectionate mental hug. "Very nice, my lord."
The bonded smiled, first at Daphne, then at Harry.
"Hermione, I know we need to rebuild the schedule, but we do we need to do it now?"
"Nym, we're all here and Harry needs to rest."
"Okay, Hermione. What have you got already?"
Harry stroked Nym in the bond and transferred his feelings of gratitude directly to her. Then he got an urge and tried to send her and only her pleasure.
Nym groaned and then turned and kissed Harry. "Stop that, Harry."
"I just wanted to know if I could do it, Nym. I thought I could."
All other conversation in the room had stopped.
Amelia finally asked, "Do what, Harry?"
"I thought I could-eerrr-target just one of you. So I sent a-a burst, I guess, of pleasure to Nym in the bond."
"Do you think you could do it to any of us, Haaaaarrrrrryyyy...."
"Well, I guess I can."
As Amelia sat blushing, the rest of the bonded and potentials chuckled.
Hermione watched with sparkling eyes. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but back on point." Here she waved her wand and a large sheet of parchment stuck itself to the wall. It was the original schedule. "I believe that we'll have to go to an alternate-day schedule. I propose this." Here another piece of parchment flew out of her wand.
Day 1 Day 2
Activity Instructor Time Activity Instructor Time
PT Marie 06:00 PT Marie 06:00
Breakfast Dobby 07:30 Breakfast Dobby 07:30
Runes Babbling 08:00 Arithmancy Vector 08:00
Charms Romanov 10:00 Pot/Alchemy Ming 10:00
Transfig McGonagall 11:30 Mind Arts Ming/V 11:30
Lunch Dobby 13:00 Lunch Dobby 13:00
DADA Moody 13:30 DADA Moody 13:30
Weapons Moody/V 15:00 Weapons Moody/V 15:00
S/T Moody/V 17:00 S/T Moody/V 17:00
UAC Cougar 19:00 UAC Cougar 19:00
Dinner Dobby 21:00 Dinner Dobby 21:00
The group sat and contemplated the schedule.
Minerva was impressed. "Hermione, first of all let me be the first to offer you a job. That is masterful. Why have you added Alchemy to Potions?"
"I know that Chu is a potions Mistress, but more than that, she is an alchemist. Now that we're bonded I have her knowledge, but not the experience. I believe, though, that after a review of skills and technique we would in fact be able to successfully sit our Master's test in potions. We would then be able to do the practical portion and be granted our Mastery. That being the case, there's much more room for exploratory work, and I believe that with all of our minds working together we can advance the fields of both potions and alchemy. I view the classes as much more a university lecture/lab type arrangement. I believe this will also be true of the other courses for which we have a Mistress in the bond. The physical training, which I have designated as PT, and the Defense against the Dark Arts or DADA, as well as Weapons, Stealth and Tracking-S/T-and Unarmed Combat-UAC-are all based on physical abilities that gain the most from practice, to the point that the actions become muscle memory; so they will have to stay as individual classes."
Tracey stood and dropped a curtsy to Hermione, saying loud enough to be heard, "My lady."
Hermione colored very prettily.
"Minerva, you can't have her. I believe we're going to need her in the Ministry."
"Ha! I have dibs, Amelia."
"Ahhhh, I believe I actually have dibs," Harry drawled in his best imitation of a pureblood.
The bonded and potentials all felt shivers run down their spines; looking up, all of them saw a pair of burning green eyes. They all responded exactly the same way: they dropped their heads and said, "Yes, my lord," in really creepy unison.
Harry said, "Whoa, what just happened?"
Nym shook herself. "Harry, where did you get that voice?"
"I wanted to do a pureblood, Nym. I just kind of tried to put all my authority in my voice. I'm sorry."
"Harry, don't be sorry. Don't use that voice unless you want instant, mindless obedience from us, though."
"Why, Nym?"
Daphne shook herself out of the trance enough to answer. "My lord, you're our Head of House. The voice you just used was very definitely the Head of House Potter's voice. It's not like at school, milord. Your Head of House at school has legal authority and responsibility for you. You have legal, magical, and life responsibility over us. Your word is law for us; you are our liege."
Harry sat trying to digest this, slowly withdrawing and turning inward.
Nym got up and took Harry's hand. She swept out of the room, dragging Harry and followed by the primary mates.
She swept into the bedroom, pushed Harry into the couch, and promptly sat in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. Harry automatically put his arms around her and pulled her to him. Hermione sat on his right, with Ginny and Daphne beside her. Hestia sat on his left and Susan sat at his feet and hugged his legs, resting her head on his knees.
Inside the bond
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Nym, what's right? I, a fifteen-year-old, am now responsible for-what-thirty-seven witches that we know of. I have to fuck them to keep them sane. And my magic is busy trying to find more! It has already done me the great favor of putting the Darkest witch in Britain and possibly the world on the list, so I'll have to fuck her, too, or let her die. I have the most powerful Dark Lord in history trying to kill me every time he can manufacture an opportunity. I have to fuck one of my classmate's mothers, my Professors, and twelve-year-old girls. Not only that, but I hold complete authority over them. I understood the feelings Daphne was giving off but not saying. I know I can command any of you to do anything. What's next, Nym? Will my magic force me to fuck my daughters as they emerge from your wombs before they draw their first breaths? The gods are perverts, and I'm their chosen play-toy."
Nym was horrified to find herself laughing. "Oh Morgana, Harry, don't be mad. Just give me a minute."
The only thing that kept Harry from exploding was feeling her sincere chagrin.
Finally, when she was back under control, she said, "First, yes, you are responsible for at least thirty-seven witches, and while your body may be fifteen, it just doesn't matter. We, the women involved, will help you with that and some of us are very experienced. Rita has things in her twisted little sex-fiend brain that will keep us active for the next thousand years. After that we'll peruse some of those books Hermione and Padma keep thinking of. By the way, Hermione, if we're going to try your favorite, you and I need to stretch first."
They all felt Hermione's intense, full-body blush.
"Second, you do in fact have to at least 'fuck' us to keep us sane and in some cases alive. So far you have not done that. I've felt it every time, Harry: you've made love to each and every one of us. Yes, in some cases the sex was forceful and depending on the woman, perhaps a little more than kinky. You might have to 'fuck' some woman in the future the first time, but I doubt it will happen to the same woman more than once. I'm thinking that we could lure Bellatrix to somewhere public and you could 'rape' her. That will let her maintain her cover with the dork lord. That might count as a 'fuck'."
"Nym, I will not rape anyone."
"And that's one of the reasons we love you, Harry. But you will rape Bellatrix-or appear to, rather. We'll find a way to get to Azkaban or get her to you and you'll force her into submission and then get that marvelous cock into her. After you touch her bare skin for the first time you'll have your work cut out for you making it appear to be rape, if she's truly in compulsion. If she's not in compulsion, we'll arrest her and you won't have to do more than touch her. It might be best for you to 'rape' Narcissa, too. I'll ask her."
Harry's mind was in danger of turning off at this point.
Nym continued on remorselessly. "Yes, the dork lord vulturewart is after you, but if you keep fully bonding the most powerful witches in the world and we keep training, I think you can turn him into a toad permanently and then we'll give him to Draco as a familiar."
The rest of the bonded were laughing now at the truly twisted images flowing through Nym's mind.
Ginny squeaked and then retched as the image of Draco and toad lord vulturewart involved in some bestiality (amphibiality?) flashed through her mind. "Oh Morgana, Nym, please don't do that."
Nym smirked and continued. "You will not lay a finger on Emma and Victoria until, first, they are ready, and second, their parents have been informed as the parents of the rest of the under-age women here have been. And if you even try to have sex with any of our daughters unless they are in compulsion for you, I'll use Min's marble curse on you, leaving your cock sticking out, and then I'll control who does what to whom. Yes, you are our Head of House, but that doesn't mean we're without free will and can't break free of you if we want to. What you fail to understand is that the reason you have so much power over us is that we want you to have it. If you abuse it, you'll find out where the power truly lies."
Harry shivered as she said that last, and he felt the iron will of his bonded reinforcing Nym.
Nym smirked as she locked him in a blistering kiss. "They don't call me the Alpha for nothing, Harry."
During the kiss she stood. Susan reached under her skirt and ripped her panties off. Hestia leaned in and removed Harry from his trousers and stroked him hard, then aimed him up and Nym sat on him, taking him completely in one go. Susan held his legs, Hermione his right arm, Daphne his left while Ginny and Hestia worked on undressing them, resorting to magic where necessary. Nym, using the strength and drive of the bonded women, took Harry with all their might. It didn't last long, but Harry was completely subdued and could only please his Alpha. They collapsed in an orgasm that had the bonded shuddering and howling.
The unbonded women, led by Luna and Ann, put them all to bed.
"Well, there's a crisis averted."
"For now, Ann, only for now. When he 'rapes' Narcissa in front of Draco in Madam Malkin's some weekend, it will happen again."
Ann looked at Luna and shuddered, her eyes completely white. "Luna can you not do the eye thing? It creeps me out."
"Oops, sorry." Luna's forehead wrinkled and her eyes went back to their normal light blue. "You'd better get in there, though. You're going to want to be ready when he wakes up."
Ann smiled and headed toward the master suite.
Nym awoke and sat up. She looked around for a minute and then her sleepy eyes lit on a very naked Ann at the foot of the bed. She motioned for Ann to come to her. As Ann crawled up the bed, Nym pushed her over onto Harry and Ann ended up crawling up and straddling Harry. When her crotch was over Harry's, Nym stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and then pulled her down so that she ended up lying on Harry. Nym then pulled the sheet up and covered them all. She rolled into Harry, using his right arm for a body pillow, with his hand cupping her. She gently bit his shoulder, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
Ann lay on Harry, slowly catching on fire. She tried to rest, but it wasn't happening. She reached up and kissed Harry. He soon reciprocated. They quickly had a marvelous snog going, and Ann felt his engorged cock bump her entrance. She was already wet, so she ground her hips around and chuckled as she tried to capture his head in her entrance. Harry was fully awake now and opened his eyes. Ann stared into his green eyes and felt him lodge in her. She froze. Harry kissed her again and began to thrust into her. He contacted her hymen and stopped, then withdrew until he was just parting her lips, and thrust in again. Deciding he liked this and noticing that Ann seemed to be enjoying it, too, he continued this way. Suddenly Ann tensed and her face took on a look of agony. Harry was really close to the edge; he pushed in as far as he could without breaking her. When Ann came, she clamped down on him and he was pushed over the edge into release. The walls rang and the light glowed from the bond mates.
In the halls of his mind he heard "Oh, no, you don't, Mr. Potter, you're taking me." Ann rammed herself down on Harry, tearing away her hymen, and froze. Soon she began to move, and Harry matched her pace. He tried to move his hands to her but found that both of his arms were being used as body pillows and his hands were cupping the sex of Nym on one side and Daphne on the other.
"Finger them, Harry."
"What?"
"Fuck them with your fingers. I want them to come with me."
Harry hesitated. "Please, master?"
Harry froze for a second and then said, "Okay, Ann, but only if you don't call me master."
"Yes, Harry."
Harry worked his fingers into the sex of his Alpha and one of his Primaries. They began to squirm and he started seriously working on them, attempting to catch them up with Ann, who was holding on to her sanity by her ragged bloody fingernails. They all felt her urge to climax and it sent them spiraling out of control. Soon they all peaked, screaming and thrashing. Ann fell on Harry's chest, exhausted, resting on the cushion of her breast. After a few moments Nym and Daphne took Ann and went off in the direction of the bathroom.
Harry laid back and soon found his arms being used again, this time by Hestia and Ginny. Katie entered the room and never hesitated. She walked straight to the bed and climbed on. She turned round and straddled Harry's face backward, then lowered her sex to his lips. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She moaned at the taste of Ann and Harry mixed. She had never been with a boy, but she had had every girl in Gryffindor above fifth year. Satisfying each other was how they had kept everyone virgins in the face of all that broom-closet action. Katie had been in great demand, with her Quidditch-honed figure and talented lips and tongue. No girl had managed to last more than five minutes with her, but this was her first cock. She took her time and explored him thoroughly. Unfortunately (fortunately?) for her, Harry was an expert in oral sex by now and also had the added advantage of being able to speak Parseltongue. Ann could feel that there was a girl on his face and decided to see if the rumors about Parselmouths were true.
"Harry, say something in Parseltongue."
"What do I say, Ann?"
"I don't know, just say something."
Harry thought for a moment and then as he explored Katie with lips, tongue, and teeth, he began reciting the history of the goblin wars as he remembered it in Parseltongue.
Katie lost her mind. She rammed her throat down on him and screamed until they thought her throat would rupture, and her vagina clamped down to the point that Harry couldn't get his tongue past her outer lips. She passed out as Harry released in her throat from the vibrations of her screams.
"Oh, God, I killed her. Hermione, lift Katie's head so she can breathe."
Hermione gently lifted Katie's head off Harry's cock and turned it to the side, putting her head back down with her cheek resting on his thigh. Harry struggled a bit trying to get loose from her legs, but it was useless. She had a death-grip on his head with her thighs and he didn't want to hurt her. He found he could breathe, so he lay contentedly nuzzling her sex until she relaxed out of the paralytic orgasm.
"Note to self and ladies: Do not Parselmouth her while she is sucking me unless someone is there to help."
The bonded all collapsed, laughing. Harry pouted.
Katie, on regaining her faculties, jerked her sex away from Harry. "Harry, wait. Let me rest...too sensitive."
Harry rolled her over and tried to snog the life out of her before he moved down to her hypersensitive breast and started forcing orgasms from her one after the other. Katie screamed like she was being killed the whole time.
Hestia had had enough of her screaming. Rolling over, she took Katie's mouth and then moved to her dark-chocolate nipple, covering her mouth with one hand. Ginny had had the same thought, and since Hestia got to Katie's mouth first, she took the breast Hestia wasn't on.
"Harry, for Morgana's sake bond her before you kill her. She can't draw on our energy and you're driving her insane."
"Yes, Ginny."
Harry nodded his head, positioned himself between Katie's legs, and drove into her all the way to her pubic bone. Her Quidditch interest having taken her hymen, he met only the extremely tight, warm wetness of her unexplored birth canal. He thrust into her, using the full-depth strokes as usual. He approached climax, and suddenly Katie clamped onto him like a vise, ripping the orgasm out of him. The walls rang and the light flared. They fell back on the bed, resting. Hestia stirred first; she and Ginny bore Katie away to the bathtub. By now Nym, Daphne, and Ann were snuggled together on one of the loveseats, watching the show.
Harry sat up and was treated to the sight of Hermione's gorgeous bottom waving in the air as she busied herself face-down in Susan's lap. He never hesitated. He knee-walked up behind her and buried himself in her in one thrust. Hermione screamed into Susan, pushing her over the edge, which in turn pushed Hermione over the edge. Harry continued thrusting right through her orgasm.
This was the scene Lana walked in on. She dropped her robe, stuck her head under Hermione's belly, pulled Harry out of her on a backstroke, and took him all the way down her throat on his next thrust. Susan pulled Lana's bottom half onto the bed and proceeded to pleasure her second witch ever (Hannah had been her first at the end of last year) for all she was worth as Harry fucked Lana's throat and mauled Hermione's breast. Lana, not being a girl to pass up an opportunity, was busy trying to get her whole hand into Hermione. Harry, being close to the edge, pulled out of Lana's throat and moved around between her legs; he drove into her, pushing her over the edge while ripping her hymen away and spraying her birth canal with cum. She convulsed in release and the walls rang and the bonded glowed. They collapsed on the bed. Hermione and Susan took Lana into the bathroom.
Cho and Marietta edged into the room with a tray of citrus segments. Ann smiled at them and led them to the bed. They moved Harry into a sitting position against the headboard and Ann began to feed him the fruit. Nym appeared beside the bed with a bowl of warm, soapy water and a washcloth. She arched an eyebrow at the girls. They both blushed and Marietta leaned forward, taking Harry in her mouth and cleaning him gently with her tongue. When she leaned back, Cho leant up and cleaned Harry's sack and testes even more gently. Nym slowly and gently wiped Harry down with the flannel as Ann finished feeding him the fruit.
Cho looked at Marietta and received a small nod. She stood up on the bed and moved over Harry. Marietta held Harry straight up and Cho sat on him, sliding down him all the way to their pubic bones. As her mouth came in range Harry took her lips and she squealed into his mouth as her hymen broke. She sat in his lap, unmoving. Tears were streaming down her face and Harry just held her. Soon she was moving slightly on him and he began moving with her. They took what seemed like hours, staring into each other's eyes, sometimes kissing, sometimes just holding each other. Nym and Ann, seeing the whole Tri-Wizard fiasco and Harry's mutilated crush on Cho in his memories, knelt on each side of them and circled them both with their arms. Marietta had taken up her station behind Cho and could only rub her back and murmur support as Cho had the most romantic taking she could ever have imagined.
Harry's heart was in his eyes, and it was obvious that his feelings for her had been more than a crush. He had loved Cho from afar, never dreaming he would have her. Cho was overwhelmed by the emotion in Harry's eyes; every thrust seemed to push the memory of her crush on Cedric farther away. Finally, when they came together and the walls rang and the light flared, she saw it all-his love for her, how it had been crushed by the Ball, his concern for Cedric anyway, the searing pain and guilt he felt at Cedric's death, the desperate duel with an inhuman monster, and the insane ploy to get Cedric's body home at the very real risk of his own life. Cho looked in his eyes, gently took his lips with hers, and gave her whole being to him. Harry wept with her.
Cho moved off of Harry, untangling herself from all the women who had moved into the bed with them, and took up the position behind Marietta that she had occupied for Cho. She gently pushed Marietta forward and then supported her as she leaned back to wrap her legs around Harry. When Marietta leaned forward again, Harry was lodged against her sopping entrance and slid home in her. Harry took her as gently as he had taken Cho. It was another very nice, romantic taking of a virgin. They peaked together. The walls rang as always, and the bonded flared with light.
Nym took Harry's hand and they all moved to the giant tub.
For the first time in her life Hannah Abbot was completely certain about something. She had felt Harry taking Susan. Through her bond with Susan she could now feel everything Harry felt. She had been cautious about him since she saw him get off the train in first year. He had been a blinding light among torches. Luna's metaphor was perfect. And the pain she felt coming from him had completely unsettled her. Now that she was more directly linked to him, she knew his whole story. At first she was insanely furious. How anyone could treat a child that way, much less the sorry piece of filth who called himself a Dark Lord. Now she had settled into a committed kind of vengeful resolve only possible in a true 'Puff. Harry Potter would be her lord and she would kill anyone who ever tried to hurt him again.
Hannah felt his hunger and called a house-elf. She asked for a plate of soup; receiving it on a tray, she entered the master suite. She looked around; hearing the voices in the bathroom, she went that way. Entering the bath she saw Harry floating in the steaming tub supported by the Alpha and Primaries. She dropped her robe and walked into the tub, still carrying the tray. She sat on the top step and turned, putting the bowl down. She eased down to the second step and turned back with her arms up; through Susan, she let Nym know what she wanted.
The stunned bond mates moved Harry gently into her lap. She cradled Harry's head on her ample breast and reached over with one hand to pick up the soup. She leaned forward and kissed him just behind his ear and said, "Harry, soup." In the bond, through Susan, she pushed at his consciousness until he was just awake enough to eat.
"Susan, how long have you and Hannah been bound?"
"Since third year, Nym."
"How does that happen?"
"The regular way, I guess, Hermione-we fell in love and the next thing we knew we were bonded."
"I'm not trying to say anything, Susan. I just didn't know it could happen between two witches."
"I believe it's more based on love than sex. Not trying to denigrate your thoughts, Hermione."
"No offense taken, Hestia. This is just completely unheard of for me, and they haven't really talked about it in depth at school."
"Yes, it's a problem. Firstborns don't get it from school; there are no books on the subject that I know of besides the Potter family book Harry has. So unless you have some very intimate girlfriends, you would never know it all. Hell, even then you wouldn't-because we don't. Harry's book covers things I've never imagined."
"Like what, Hestia?"
"Apparently, Daphne, we're going to be optimized by the combined magic. The book reports reduction in the effects of aging, health improvements, even the removal of scars and tattoos Harry doesn't approve of.
"At this level of bonding we're also going to end up bound to each other. That explains a lot of the witch-on-witch things that have been happening."
The bonded dropped into thought about this. They perused Hestia's memories of the book.
They were suddenly interrupted by Harry's rising arousal. They focused their attention back on him just in time to feel him enter Hannah. She had obviously finished feeding him the soup, as the empty bowl was on the side of the tub. Harry had rolled over and locked onto a nipple while pulling her off the step. He then took Hannah into the deep end and nailed her to the wall. Harry let her rest after he entered her, until she moved against him. It wasn't long before the first orgasm took her. Shortly after that she peaked again, and Harry went with her. The walls rang and the whole pool glowed.
Harry and Hannah sank into the water with their lips locked together. Susan and Tonks reached them first and towed them safely back to shallow water. The rest of the Primaries assisted in removing them from the tub, drying them off, and moving them to the bed. Then they dried themselves and put everyone in their dressing gowns.
As they did they heard through the bond, "Okay, Harry's rule #1: No Parselmouth Aussie kisses while she's sucking the cock unless someone is there to help. Harry's rule #2: No sex in the bathtub without several of my lovely mates to help."
The mates laughed until their sides hurt.
Harry rested for just a few minutes and then leapt to his feet. He dragged Nym up and pulled her to the gym at a run. When they got there he looked at her and smiled. He took a dueling stance, and Nym dropped into a crouch with her body turned sideways to Harry. In the bond Harry counted down and they began hurling curses, hexes, spells, and transfigured objects at each other.
The intensity increased until the room was actually crackling with magic and the mates and potentials who had gathered to watch had to back against the walls, away from the ravening magics that were being cast and shielded. The bonded cast a dueling shield and reinforced it constantly. The energies being loosed had gotten so extreme that they were melting the marble floor.
Harry threw his wand out of the shield and was casting directly with his hands. The magic he was using was different, though. It was completely controlled and he was directing it with his thoughts. Suddenly there were no more ravening energies; Harry either absorbed them or cocooned them as Nym cast. He drew her struggling form to him and their clothes were gone. They floated above the floor as they made love. Harry and Nym were both pouring their hearts and souls into one another and the bonded. The mates collapsed in ecstasy at the same time they did.
The unbonded potentials looked at each other, stunned. They laughed and then returned everyone to their beds again. Luna took Harry's wand and tucked it behind her ear along with hers. She smiled dreamily as she felt the wands communing.
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Hermione rolled over and opened her eyes. She was staring into Ginny's. Ginny leaned in and kissed her. "Hermione, why did you eat Susan yesterday?"
"I hate that phrase. I don't know, Gin. It seemed like I needed to at the time."
"Haven't you ever wanted me that way, Mi?"
"More than you know, Gin."
Ginny rolled over onto Hermione and kissed her. "Good."
They tussled gently. Hermione rolled her head to the side and suddenly leapt to her feet. Her wand appeared in her hand, pointed at the bed. Her level of alarm was like sounding general quarters as the mates came pounding into the room, wands drawn. The Alphas and Primaries stood back to back; Harry's aura was blinding.
A very excited Harry asked, "Hermione, what is it?"
He and Nym were back to back and turning in a circle.
Nym noticed something odd. "Why is everyone looking at us?"
Hestia finally got her tongue working again. "Well, now we know why Nym is the Alpha. Harry take one step forward."
Harry was suddenly horrified that something had happened to Nym, so he stepped forward and turned around. He was mystified. Nym was fine, but she was looking at him like she'd never seen him before.
"Nym, what is it?"
"Harry, how did you do that?"
"Do what, Nym?"
She dragged Harry to the bathroom and stood him in front of a mirror. Harry looked in the mirror and saw two Nyms.
When Harry's brain turned back on, he was sitting on the marble floor of the bathroom and Nym was speaking to him.
"Harry, it's okay, you'll be fine. Did you do this with a spell, sweetheart?"
"No, no spell."
"Harry, have you ever changed any part of your body on purpose?"
"No."
"How about your hair-have you ever grown your hair out?"
"My aunt cut it all off one day. It grew back by the next morning."
"Harry, I think you're a Metamorphmagus. I'm going to look in you and see if I can change you back, okay?"
"Anything you want, Nym, you know that."
Nym went looking first in her own mind and then in Harry's. She soon found where his Metamorphmagus abilities were centered and slowly changed him back to Harry, one piece of his body at a time.
When they opened their eyes again, Harry was Harry and Nym was Nym. Harry grinned at Nym and suddenly he was her again. Then in the blink of an eye he was Harry again.
"I know how to do it now, Nym. Thanks." He jumped up and ran back into the bedroom, turning into Hermione and grabbing Ginny on the way. He threw her on the bed and landed face-first in her crotch.
"Harry stop, what are you dooooiiiinng oh my, stop, don't stop HHHAAAAARRRYYY."
The bonded shuddered as she climaxed. Hermione stomped her foot. "Harry, stop that, that's not fair. I was doing her."
Nym had chased him to the bed by now and she pulled him out of Ginny's crotch and flipped him over. She spread his legs and was poking around in his crotch, with her face very close. Through the bound the mates could feel her amazement. Suddenly they felt Harry's shock. Nym had pushed a finger into his-vagina?
"Nym! What are you doing?"
"Shhhh. Harry, this is important. Hermione, come over here."
When Hermione approached, Nym pushed her onto the bed and flipped her dressing gown open. She pulled her legs apart, putting Hermione's left leg over Harry/Hermione's right, and examined her vagina up close and in intimate detail. Hermione was outraged.
"Shhhh, Hermione, this is important."
Hermione settled and waited. She barked out an outraged "Nym!" at the same moment Harry did. Nym had pushed a finger into each of them and was gently but firmly feeling around.
Finally she withdrew her fingers. "They're exactly the same, inside and out."
Hermione was desperate to feel outraged, but it was impossible when she had pushed herself down on the bed and was busily lapping at her sex. She shook her head to clear it as the Mates chuckled. Suddenly they weren't chuckling any more as she hissed the list of Ministers of Magic into her sex in Parseltongue and she literally exploded in orgasm.
Harry hopped up as Harry and danced around the room in a bizarre jig. Nym tackled him and sat on him.
"Harry, stop. This is wonderful, but you've gone mental."
"And I love you."
The bonded stopped what they were doing and melted.
"I know how special it is because you know, Nym."
"Okay, how about the rest of us know for sure? One of you two, speak."
Nym looked at Ginny, who was standing with her fist on her hips. "It's really simple, but at the same time profound. Harry is a Metamorphmagus. Not only is he one, but he may be the most accomplished one in history. No one has ever been able to fully change their sex before."
Hestia stood and moved to where Nym still had Harry pinned to the floor. Harry was happily shifting between the forms of all the bonded. "Harry, stop that. Pick a form and stay in it while I run some diagnostic spells on you."
Nym got off of Harry, and he assumed her form. Hestia knelt beside him and ran all the diagnostic scans she knew on him.
"Nym, he's reading as a woman, and according to this she's fine."
Nym grinned wickedly. "Well, I guess I won't be the only one having the babies,then." She shifted into the semblance of Harry.
Harry was sputtering and suddenly changed back into Harry.
"Harry, it's fine, you're okay. First you'd have to hold the transformation for the whole nine months. Generally when we sleep we can't control what form we shift to, so usually it's our base form. If we're physically or magically drained, we'll return to our base form. So it would be too dangerous for you to try it. Second, while I can achieve your form, she shifted to Harry's form; it's really just skin-deep. I can't change my internal organs like you can-no one can."
Harry smirked and shifted back to Nym. He knelt in front of her and took her in his mouth. Nym, having used her clitoris and its sensitive hood to form that part of her "Harry" anatomy, lasted about two seconds as Harry slowly pushed her down his throat. Nym's eyes rolled back in her head and she lost control of her muscles as she rocketed into a massive orgasm. Harry caught her and eased her to the floor as she shifted back to her base form. He lay cuddling her to him as she first began breathing again and then slowly recovered.
Daphne suddenly spoke. "I believe it would be a good time for lunch." The bonded agreed and moved to dress. The Primaries dressed themselves and then Harry and Nym and headed to the dining room.
In the dining room they took their now normal places and communed in the bond. The bonded, sitting next to the unbonded potentials, filled them in on recent developments.
Moody stumped into the dining room. "Me laird, have you finished the bonding yet?"
"No, Alastor, there are nine left unbonded. I'll finish tonight and tomorrow."
"Aye, good. Me laird, we'll need to talk before this turn is done. Undersecretary Umbridge sent the Dementors after you. I can't find any evidence she's a supporter of Voldemort, but she certainly espouses the pureblood agenda."
Harry sat contemplating this as he watched and listened to the thoughts flaming through the bond.
"Is she in the compulsion, Alastor?"
"No way to be certain till she gets near you."
"No matter-she dies."
Hermione spoke. "Harry?"
"Hermione, her actions would have condemned you and all of these other women to death."
"But you've decided to save Bellatrix, Harry, even if you have to turn her into a 'sex toy', as you put it."
Harry could only wonder at how deep in his mind Hermione was imbedded. He had not consciously voiced that thought even to himself, but when she said it he knew it was true.
"She never tried to kill any of you, Hermione."
"So it's as simple as that, us and them?"
"Yes."
The bonded needed no further words; they saw the thoughts flashing through his mind. The abuse, the manipulation, the miserable criminal actions perpetrated by Tom Riddle. The corruption and ineptitude of the Ministry and Dumbledore, dooming the Light to failure and suffering; the determination that his children would not live in that world, he would change this world to benefit his children. He would destroy it and rebuild it, or they would leave it. Right now he just wanted to leave it.
Nym, finally coherent again, took his hand. "We'll be okay, Harry. It will be hard, but we'll be okay. Let's just worry about Vulturewart first."
Harry smiled as Alastor almost fell out of his chair laughing over "Vulturewart".
Rita spoke. "Harry, dear, you know that you have lots of cachet. Let's use it. I don't really want to leave this world, but I don't want my children suffering through what the most happy of us has had to."
Nym was looking thoughtful. "I believe this is a conversation for tomorrow, but just so everyone knows, Harry has a hearing scheduled for Thursday the twelfth at nine o'clock. We'll be Turning that day but we'll also be attending that hearing as we continue to work or go about our normal lives.
"I believe the short-term goals are to get the women here bonded so we can continue the training. We should then figure out how to mate the other two women in compulsion that we know of. Last but not least, we have to get through this trial."
Amelia jumped in at this point. "Tonks, we don't have to worry much about the trial. Harry clearly acted in self defense. Also, I suspect his citations for under-age use of magic, having seen his memories of the incidents. Emmeline and I will be working on this when we are off turn. I'm a little concerned that you want to mate Narcissa and Bellatrix, however."
Harry answered this time. "They're in compulsion, Amelia. We're going to fake a rape on Narcissa, if she agrees, and we'll either take Bellatrix from Azkaban and install her in a secure location, or if she's not as crazy as it seems, we are going to turn her and then 'release' her back to Vulturewart. That will give us a spy on the inside."
"Me laird, you do realize if you bond her you'll have to overcome her connection to-" Here he stumbled as he chuckled out, "Vulturewart. The Dark Mark is powerful magic. If you overcome it, he'll probably know."
"Ah, thank you, Alastor. I hadn't thought of that. So what do we do?"
"I think we have to get her under our control with some really top-flight Healers and Rune Masters. The Dark Mark in its base form is created by a series of runes that have been corrupted for the purpose."
"Alastor, I didn't know that,.Do you know the runes?"
"Yes, Hestia. I'll be glad to show them to you."
"Alastor, how did you find this out?"
"I skinned Evan Rosier's arm, intending to take his Mark as a trophy. The Mark was only a few years old, and from the backside you could see the individual runes it was made of."
Marie grinned a bloodthirsty grin at Moody. "Have you been taking these trophies long, Master Auror?"
"Longer than you've been alive, lass. They killed my fully bonded mate and child."
Marie stared at Alastor for a moment and then bowed her head. "Honored Father, forgive my impertinence."
"Ah, lass, 'twas long ago. You couldn't know."
The bonded sat for a moment in contemplation.
"How many, Alastor?"
Moody knew exactly what Harry was talking about. "Thirty-seven, me laird."
"Good man. Call if you ever need help."
"You concentrate on the dark tosser, Harry, we'll get to the rest. On another note, Albus is planning on defending you at trial, Harry."
"Very kind of him. If you don't mind, Alastor, I'm going to nap for a while."
"Certainly, me laird."
Harry rose and offered his arm to Nym. She rose and they all headed for the master suite.
They entered the master and Nym went to a sofa, the Primaries sitting around her. Harry turned around to ask her what was going on when Shelia Fawcett suddenly stepped in close and kissed him. He simply backed up and sat on the bed. Shelia came right after him. She started undressing him, but when he returned the favor she began to squirm. Nym summoned the Primaries inside the bond and they all left the room.
"Shelia, what's wrong?"
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I just have never even been naked in front of people before."
"Shelia, don't worry. Until the day before yesterday I'd never been naked with a girl, either. Do you want to know what I've learned, though?" Shelia nodded. "You're all so different and so beautiful. Each and every one of you is beautiful."
During this Harry had not stopped taking her clothes off and he found again that he was right. Shelia was very pretty and had a truly lovely, nubile young body.
They fell together again and soon the bonded were back, looking for seats. Alastor, who had been having a conversation with Amelia and Emmeline in the library off the gym, grinned at them.
"Alastor, don't be crude. We really can't help it."
"I know, Amelia. I'll bet you're wishing it was you, though."
Amelia slapped him on the arm and groaned. A glow came from her and Emmeline.
Emmeline recovered as Hestia came into the room.
"Alastor, can you show me those runes?"
Alastor summoned a piece of parchment and a quill and drew out the rune set for her. Hestia and Bathsheba took it and started dissecting the rune set.
In the master suite Megan Jones had entered the room and shed her clothes on the way to the bed. She climbed on to the bed with a tray of apple slices and began to feed Harry.
In the library Hermione joined the group working on the runes.
Daphne had found Tracey, and they moved to the group that now included Amelia, Emmeline, Nym, Susan, and Moody. The rest of the women were gravitating that way and all seemed to be engaged in a conversation about the current political situation.
After a few minutes another collective groan went up and the room glowed briefly. This process repeated itself five more times as they worked.
After the Patil twins, Sally Ann Perks, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Su Li had been bound, Nym rose. "Ladies, forgive me, but I'm exhausted. I'm going to bathe and then find our lord and get some sleep."
All of them agreed with her, and Moody excused himself. They found their way to their rooms, and the demands on the water system for the next hour were extremely high.
Nym had taken Harry from between the Patils and into the bath. "Have fun, lover?"
Harry blushed. "Yes, Nym, I did."
"Harry, don't be embarrassed. You did very well. You loved them all, and very well, too. Now, let's go to bed."
They left the bath and they and the Primaries all crawled into the enormous bed and fell into an exhausted but contented sleep. The bond was active all night, the bond mates perusing each other's memories.
Harry awoke. He sensed Nym's disquiet and knew she was awake. "Nym, what's the matter?"
Nym blushed crimson. "Harry, do you like wizards?"
A confused Harry answered, "Yeah, they're okay, why? Oh-do I like wizards? No, Nym...why?"
"Well, when I was you, you...errh...well, you sucked my...."
"Nym, you know I knew it was-well, you-and I knew what, errh, parts you used for it, so...what's really wrong, Nym?"
"I liked it. I really liked it."
Harry laughed; hugging her to him, he whispered, "Change and I'll do it again," in her ear.
"Morgana, Harry, not tonigh. You'll kill me, Baby."
Nym wriggled delightedly, as he had fully hardened in her again. "Go to sleep, lover."
They snuggled into each other and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Toward morning, the bond settled firmly.
Chapter 5
Sunday 8 August 1995 (Sidereal)
7 Aug 1995 (Off Sidereal)
Rosmerta woke Harry in the morning with his cock in her throat. The first thing he saw was her ice-blue eyes searching his as he fed her the breakfast she was seeking. He dragged her out of bed and bent her over the back of one of the sofas. She couldn't complain, not that she was thinking of it, because he knocked the wind out of her with each thrust. After she came the first time he led her in the bathroom and took her again, several times, until he finally exploded in her belly as she locked in a massive orgasm, bonding her as he had the other women. Nym, Hestia, Hermione, and Ginny joined them in the tub.
"Harry, you have to stop for a while. Please. Let's go eat. We're exhausted from coming so much."
"Oh, Nym, why didn't you say something?"
"We were having fun, Harry. Now let's clean up and rest, and then eat. The rest of the women are younger, and I want you to completely destroy them."
The Alphas and Primaries all crawled into the huge bed. Harry noticed suddenly that Susan and Daphne had joined them. He thought about it for a moment and felt the deep rightness of it. He pulled Nym into a spooning position in front of him and went to sleep playing in the bond with joyous abandon as he had never played as a child. To Harry's mates, while this play was restful, it was also as fulfilling as the lovemaking and bonding had been. Harry completely abandoned himself to them.
His hardened length was between Nym's legs and she held it up against herself as she rocked her hips forward and then back, sheathing him. She fell asleep with his rock-hard length buried in her in what the bonded would come to refer to as the pacifier position.
Harry awakened at about nine in the morning with his mouth on Nym's left nipple, his cock buried in her, Hestia sitting on his right hand where the hand and arm stuck out from under Nym's shoulders, and the fingers of his left hand buried in the soft, warm folds of the woman who was spooned against his back.
He couldn't tell who it was until he rubbed his thumb over the soft nub it was resting on and he felt Susan shuddering in the bond. Ginny crawled up between Nym and Harry, separated them, and took him in her mouth. Daphne, to the surprise of everyone including herself, crawled in between them and took Nym's sex with her mouth. She and they could feel Harry using her to pleasure Nym, and suddenly the bond was on fire.
Harry and the bonded began using everyone's lips, tongues, hands, breasts, and sex to pleasure each other. Suddenly Harry clenched; before he could come in Ginny's mouth, she pulled back and held him while Hermione sank all the way onto him in one stroke. He came when she hit the bottom. When Harry orgasmed they all did in a roaring, muscle-locking, mind-numbing climax.
Harry rested for a moment, then jumped up, turned around, and said, "Wow, I'm hungry! Who wants breakfast?" He received six death-glares in return, but the effect was ruined by the purring noise that came from the women as he poured his love, respect, thanks, and complete awe of them into the bond.
The suddenly energized women jumped up and stretched, causing more purring as Harry's eyes and feelings were locked on them. They dressed, then they dressed a stupefied Harry (who knew women dressing would make his mind go completely blank?) and dragged him to the dining room to be met by their mates and kissed good morning very soundly.
They sat a smiling Harry at the head of the table. Amelia looked to Nym, who nodded her head, and Amelia clapped her hands once. A breakfast worthy of Hogwarts appeared before them on the table.
"We usually don't eat this heavily, Harry, but I thought you could do with the energy."
Harry smiled at Amelia. Hermione passed him a loaded plate, and he began eating. Every time he got the plate close to clear, either Hermione or Nym would load it again. Harry began eating more slowly and listening to the conversation-not speaking, just listening.
Daphne, who had been watching him, sent him a kind of proud, affectionate mental hug. "Very nice, my lord."
The bonded smiled, first at Daphne, then at Harry.
"Hermione, I know we need to rebuild the schedule, but we do we need to do it now?"
"Nym, we're all here and Harry needs to rest."
"Okay, Hermione. What have you got already?"
Harry stroked Nym in the bond and transferred his feelings of gratitude directly to her. Then he got an urge and tried to send her and only her pleasure.
Nym groaned and then turned and kissed Harry. "Stop that, Harry."
"I just wanted to know if I could do it, Nym. I thought I could."
All other conversation in the room had stopped.
Amelia finally asked, "Do what, Harry?"
"I thought I could-eerrr-target just one of you. So I sent a-a burst, I guess, of pleasure to Nym in the bond."
"Do you think you could do it to any of us, Haaaaarrrrrryyyy...."
"Well, I guess I can."
As Amelia sat blushing, the rest of the bonded and potentials chuckled.
Hermione watched with sparkling eyes. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but back on point." Here she waved her wand and a large sheet of parchment stuck itself to the wall. It was the original schedule. "I believe that we'll have to go to an alternate-day schedule. I propose this." Here another piece of parchment flew out of her wand.
Day 1 Day 2
Activity Instructor Time Activity Instructor Time
PT Marie 06:00 PT Marie 06:00
Breakfast Dobby 07:30 Breakfast Dobby 07:30
Runes Babbling 08:00 Arithmancy Vector 08:00
Charms Romanov 10:00 Pot/Alchemy Ming 10:00
Transfig McGonagall 11:30 Mind Arts Ming/V 11:30
Lunch Dobby 13:00 Lunch Dobby 13:00
DADA Moody 13:30 DADA Moody 13:30
Weapons Moody/V 15:00 Weapons Moody/V 15:00
S/T Moody/V 17:00 S/T Moody/V 17:00
UAC Cougar 19:00 UAC Cougar 19:00
Dinner Dobby 21:00 Dinner Dobby 21:00
The group sat and contemplated the schedule.
Minerva was impressed. "Hermione, first of all let me be the first to offer you a job. That is masterful. Why have you added Alchemy to Potions?"
"I know that Chu is a potions Mistress, but more than that, she is an alchemist. Now that we're bonded I have her knowledge, but not the experience. I believe, though, that after a review of skills and technique we would in fact be able to successfully sit our Master's test in potions. We would then be able to do the practical portion and be granted our Mastery. That being the case, there's much more room for exploratory work, and I believe that with all of our minds working together we can advance the fields of both potions and alchemy. I view the classes as much more a university lecture/lab type arrangement. I believe this will also be true of the other courses for which we have a Mistress in the bond. The physical training, which I have designated as PT, and the Defense against the Dark Arts or DADA, as well as Weapons, Stealth and Tracking-S/T-and Unarmed Combat-UAC-are all based on physical abilities that gain the most from practice, to the point that the actions become muscle memory; so they will have to stay as individual classes."
Tracey stood and dropped a curtsy to Hermione, saying loud enough to be heard, "My lady."
Hermione colored very prettily.
"Minerva, you can't have her. I believe we're going to need her in the Ministry."
"Ha! I have dibs, Amelia."
"Ahhhh, I believe I actually have dibs," Harry drawled in his best imitation of a pureblood.
The bonded and potentials all felt shivers run down their spines; looking up, all of them saw a pair of burning green eyes. They all responded exactly the same way: they dropped their heads and said, "Yes, my lord," in really creepy unison.
Harry said, "Whoa, what just happened?"
Nym shook herself. "Harry, where did you get that voice?"
"I wanted to do a pureblood, Nym. I just kind of tried to put all my authority in my voice. I'm sorry."
"Harry, don't be sorry. Don't use that voice unless you want instant, mindless obedience from us, though."
"Why, Nym?"
Daphne shook herself out of the trance enough to answer. "My lord, you're our Head of House. The voice you just used was very definitely the Head of House Potter's voice. It's not like at school, milord. Your Head of House at school has legal authority and responsibility for you. You have legal, magical, and life responsibility over us. Your word is law for us; you are our liege."
Harry sat trying to digest this, slowly withdrawing and turning inward.
Nym got up and took Harry's hand. She swept out of the room, dragging Harry and followed by the primary mates.
She swept into the bedroom, pushed Harry into the couch, and promptly sat in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. Harry automatically put his arms around her and pulled her to him. Hermione sat on his right, with Ginny and Daphne beside her. Hestia sat on his left and Susan sat at his feet and hugged his legs, resting her head on his knees.
Inside the bond
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Nym, what's right? I, a fifteen-year-old, am now responsible for-what-thirty-seven witches that we know of. I have to fuck them to keep them sane. And my magic is busy trying to find more! It has already done me the great favor of putting the Darkest witch in Britain and possibly the world on the list, so I'll have to fuck her, too, or let her die. I have the most powerful Dark Lord in history trying to kill me every time he can manufacture an opportunity. I have to fuck one of my classmate's mothers, my Professors, and twelve-year-old girls. Not only that, but I hold complete authority over them. I understood the feelings Daphne was giving off but not saying. I know I can command any of you to do anything. What's next, Nym? Will my magic force me to fuck my daughters as they emerge from your wombs before they draw their first breaths? The gods are perverts, and I'm their chosen play-toy."
Nym was horrified to find herself laughing. "Oh Morgana, Harry, don't be mad. Just give me a minute."
The only thing that kept Harry from exploding was feeling her sincere chagrin.
Finally, when she was back under control, she said, "First, yes, you are responsible for at least thirty-seven witches, and while your body may be fifteen, it just doesn't matter. We, the women involved, will help you with that and some of us are very experienced. Rita has things in her twisted little sex-fiend brain that will keep us active for the next thousand years. After that we'll peruse some of those books Hermione and Padma keep thinking of. By the way, Hermione, if we're going to try your favorite, you and I need to stretch first."
They all felt Hermione's intense, full-body blush.
"Second, you do in fact have to at least 'fuck' us to keep us sane and in some cases alive. So far you have not done that. I've felt it every time, Harry: you've made love to each and every one of us. Yes, in some cases the sex was forceful and depending on the woman, perhaps a little more than kinky. You might have to 'fuck' some woman in the future the first time, but I doubt it will happen to the same woman more than once. I'm thinking that we could lure Bellatrix to somewhere public and you could 'rape' her. That will let her maintain her cover with the dork lord. That might count as a 'fuck'."
"Nym, I will not rape anyone."
"And that's one of the reasons we love you, Harry. But you will rape Bellatrix-or appear to, rather. We'll find a way to get to Azkaban or get her to you and you'll force her into submission and then get that marvelous cock into her. After you touch her bare skin for the first time you'll have your work cut out for you making it appear to be rape, if she's truly in compulsion. If she's not in compulsion, we'll arrest her and you won't have to do more than touch her. It might be best for you to 'rape' Narcissa, too. I'll ask her."
Harry's mind was in danger of turning off at this point.
Nym continued on remorselessly. "Yes, the dork lord vulturewart is after you, but if you keep fully bonding the most powerful witches in the world and we keep training, I think you can turn him into a toad permanently and then we'll give him to Draco as a familiar."
The rest of the bonded were laughing now at the truly twisted images flowing through Nym's mind.
Ginny squeaked and then retched as the image of Draco and toad lord vulturewart involved in some bestiality (amphibiality?) flashed through her mind. "Oh Morgana, Nym, please don't do that."
Nym smirked and continued. "You will not lay a finger on Emma and Victoria until, first, they are ready, and second, their parents have been informed as the parents of the rest of the under-age women here have been. And if you even try to have sex with any of our daughters unless they are in compulsion for you, I'll use Min's marble curse on you, leaving your cock sticking out, and then I'll control who does what to whom. Yes, you are our Head of House, but that doesn't mean we're without free will and can't break free of you if we want to. What you fail to understand is that the reason you have so much power over us is that we want you to have it. If you abuse it, you'll find out where the power truly lies."
Harry shivered as she said that last, and he felt the iron will of his bonded reinforcing Nym.
Nym smirked as she locked him in a blistering kiss. "They don't call me the Alpha for nothing, Harry."
During the kiss she stood. Susan reached under her skirt and ripped her panties off. Hestia leaned in and removed Harry from his trousers and stroked him hard, then aimed him up and Nym sat on him, taking him completely in one go. Susan held his legs, Hermione his right arm, Daphne his left while Ginny and Hestia worked on undressing them, resorting to magic where necessary. Nym, using the strength and drive of the bonded women, took Harry with all their might. It didn't last long, but Harry was completely subdued and could only please his Alpha. They collapsed in an orgasm that had the bonded shuddering and howling.
The unbonded women, led by Luna and Ann, put them all to bed.
"Well, there's a crisis averted."
"For now, Ann, only for now. When he 'rapes' Narcissa in front of Draco in Madam Malkin's some weekend, it will happen again."
Ann looked at Luna and shuddered, her eyes completely white. "Luna can you not do the eye thing? It creeps me out."
"Oops, sorry." Luna's forehead wrinkled and her eyes went back to their normal light blue. "You'd better get in there, though. You're going to want to be ready when he wakes up."
Ann smiled and headed toward the master suite.
Nym awoke and sat up. She looked around for a minute and then her sleepy eyes lit on a very naked Ann at the foot of the bed. She motioned for Ann to come to her. As Ann crawled up the bed, Nym pushed her over onto Harry and Ann ended up crawling up and straddling Harry. When her crotch was over Harry's, Nym stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and then pulled her down so that she ended up lying on Harry. Nym then pulled the sheet up and covered them all. She rolled into Harry, using his right arm for a body pillow, with his hand cupping her. She gently bit his shoulder, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
Ann lay on Harry, slowly catching on fire. She tried to rest, but it wasn't happening. She reached up and kissed Harry. He soon reciprocated. They quickly had a marvelous snog going, and Ann felt his engorged cock bump her entrance. She was already wet, so she ground her hips around and chuckled as she tried to capture his head in her entrance. Harry was fully awake now and opened his eyes. Ann stared into his green eyes and felt him lodge in her. She froze. Harry kissed her again and began to thrust into her. He contacted her hymen and stopped, then withdrew until he was just parting her lips, and thrust in again. Deciding he liked this and noticing that Ann seemed to be enjoying it, too, he continued this way. Suddenly Ann tensed and her face took on a look of agony. Harry was really close to the edge; he pushed in as far as he could without breaking her. When Ann came, she clamped down on him and he was pushed over the edge into release. The walls rang and the light glowed from the bond mates.
In the halls of his mind he heard "Oh, no, you don't, Mr. Potter, you're taking me." Ann rammed herself down on Harry, tearing away her hymen, and froze. Soon she began to move, and Harry matched her pace. He tried to move his hands to her but found that both of his arms were being used as body pillows and his hands were cupping the sex of Nym on one side and Daphne on the other.
"Finger them, Harry."
"What?"
"Fuck them with your fingers. I want them to come with me."
Harry hesitated. "Please, master?"
Harry froze for a second and then said, "Okay, Ann, but only if you don't call me master."
"Yes, Harry."
Harry worked his fingers into the sex of his Alpha and one of his Primaries. They began to squirm and he started seriously working on them, attempting to catch them up with Ann, who was holding on to her sanity by her ragged bloody fingernails. They all felt her urge to climax and it sent them spiraling out of control. Soon they all peaked, screaming and thrashing. Ann fell on Harry's chest, exhausted, resting on the cushion of her breast. After a few moments Nym and Daphne took Ann and went off in the direction of the bathroom.
Harry laid back and soon found his arms being used again, this time by Hestia and Ginny. Katie entered the room and never hesitated. She walked straight to the bed and climbed on. She turned round and straddled Harry's face backward, then lowered her sex to his lips. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She moaned at the taste of Ann and Harry mixed. She had never been with a boy, but she had had every girl in Gryffindor above fifth year. Satisfying each other was how they had kept everyone virgins in the face of all that broom-closet action. Katie had been in great demand, with her Quidditch-honed figure and talented lips and tongue. No girl had managed to last more than five minutes with her, but this was her first cock. She took her time and explored him thoroughly. Unfortunately (fortunately?) for her, Harry was an expert in oral sex by now and also had the added advantage of being able to speak Parseltongue. Ann could feel that there was a girl on his face and decided to see if the rumors about Parselmouths were true.
"Harry, say something in Parseltongue."
"What do I say, Ann?"
"I don't know, just say something."
Harry thought for a moment and then as he explored Katie with lips, tongue, and teeth, he began reciting the history of the goblin wars as he remembered it in Parseltongue.
Katie lost her mind. She rammed her throat down on him and screamed until they thought her throat would rupture, and her vagina clamped down to the point that Harry couldn't get his tongue past her outer lips. She passed out as Harry released in her throat from the vibrations of her screams.
"Oh, God, I killed her. Hermione, lift Katie's head so she can breathe."
Hermione gently lifted Katie's head off Harry's cock and turned it to the side, putting her head back down with her cheek resting on his thigh. Harry struggled a bit trying to get loose from her legs, but it was useless. She had a death-grip on his head with her thighs and he didn't want to hurt her. He found he could breathe, so he lay contentedly nuzzling her sex until she relaxed out of the paralytic orgasm.
"Note to self and ladies: Do not Parselmouth her while she is sucking me unless someone is there to help."
The bonded all collapsed, laughing. Harry pouted.
Katie, on regaining her faculties, jerked her sex away from Harry. "Harry, wait. Let me rest...too sensitive."
Harry rolled her over and tried to snog the life out of her before he moved down to her hypersensitive breast and started forcing orgasms from her one after the other. Katie screamed like she was being killed the whole time.
Hestia had had enough of her screaming. Rolling over, she took Katie's mouth and then moved to her dark-chocolate nipple, covering her mouth with one hand. Ginny had had the same thought, and since Hestia got to Katie's mouth first, she took the breast Hestia wasn't on.
"Harry, for Morgana's sake bond her before you kill her. She can't draw on our energy and you're driving her insane."
"Yes, Ginny."
Harry nodded his head, positioned himself between Katie's legs, and drove into her all the way to her pubic bone. Her Quidditch interest having taken her hymen, he met only the extremely tight, warm wetness of her unexplored birth canal. He thrust into her, using the full-depth strokes as usual. He approached climax, and suddenly Katie clamped onto him like a vise, ripping the orgasm out of him. The walls rang and the light flared. They fell back on the bed, resting. Hestia stirred first; she and Ginny bore Katie away to the bathtub. By now Nym, Daphne, and Ann were snuggled together on one of the loveseats, watching the show.
Harry sat up and was treated to the sight of Hermione's gorgeous bottom waving in the air as she busied herself face-down in Susan's lap. He never hesitated. He knee-walked up behind her and buried himself in her in one thrust. Hermione screamed into Susan, pushing her over the edge, which in turn pushed Hermione over the edge. Harry continued thrusting right through her orgasm.
This was the scene Lana walked in on. She dropped her robe, stuck her head under Hermione's belly, pulled Harry out of her on a backstroke, and took him all the way down her throat on his next thrust. Susan pulled Lana's bottom half onto the bed and proceeded to pleasure her second witch ever (Hannah had been her first at the end of last year) for all she was worth as Harry fucked Lana's throat and mauled Hermione's breast. Lana, not being a girl to pass up an opportunity, was busy trying to get her whole hand into Hermione. Harry, being close to the edge, pulled out of Lana's throat and moved around between her legs; he drove into her, pushing her over the edge while ripping her hymen away and spraying her birth canal with cum. She convulsed in release and the walls rang and the bonded glowed. They collapsed on the bed. Hermione and Susan took Lana into the bathroom.
Cho and Marietta edged into the room with a tray of citrus segments. Ann smiled at them and led them to the bed. They moved Harry into a sitting position against the headboard and Ann began to feed him the fruit. Nym appeared beside the bed with a bowl of warm, soapy water and a washcloth. She arched an eyebrow at the girls. They both blushed and Marietta leaned forward, taking Harry in her mouth and cleaning him gently with her tongue. When she leaned back, Cho leant up and cleaned Harry's sack and testes even more gently. Nym slowly and gently wiped Harry down with the flannel as Ann finished feeding him the fruit.
Cho looked at Marietta and received a small nod. She stood up on the bed and moved over Harry. Marietta held Harry straight up and Cho sat on him, sliding down him all the way to their pubic bones. As her mouth came in range Harry took her lips and she squealed into his mouth as her hymen broke. She sat in his lap, unmoving. Tears were streaming down her face and Harry just held her. Soon she was moving slightly on him and he began moving with her. They took what seemed like hours, staring into each other's eyes, sometimes kissing, sometimes just holding each other. Nym and Ann, seeing the whole Tri-Wizard fiasco and Harry's mutilated crush on Cho in his memories, knelt on each side of them and circled them both with their arms. Marietta had taken up her station behind Cho and could only rub her back and murmur support as Cho had the most romantic taking she could ever have imagined.
Harry's heart was in his eyes, and it was obvious that his feelings for her had been more than a crush. He had loved Cho from afar, never dreaming he would have her. Cho was overwhelmed by the emotion in Harry's eyes; every thrust seemed to push the memory of her crush on Cedric farther away. Finally, when they came together and the walls rang and the light flared, she saw it all-his love for her, how it had been crushed by the Ball, his concern for Cedric anyway, the searing pain and guilt he felt at Cedric's death, the desperate duel with an inhuman monster, and the insane ploy to get Cedric's body home at the very real risk of his own life. Cho looked in his eyes, gently took his lips with hers, and gave her whole being to him. Harry wept with her.
Cho moved off of Harry, untangling herself from all the women who had moved into the bed with them, and took up the position behind Marietta that she had occupied for Cho. She gently pushed Marietta forward and then supported her as she leaned back to wrap her legs around Harry. When Marietta leaned forward again, Harry was lodged against her sopping entrance and slid home in her. Harry took her as gently as he had taken Cho. It was another very nice, romantic taking of a virgin. They peaked together. The walls rang as always, and the bonded flared with light.
Nym took Harry's hand and they all moved to the giant tub.
For the first time in her life Hannah Abbot was completely certain about something. She had felt Harry taking Susan. Through her bond with Susan she could now feel everything Harry felt. She had been cautious about him since she saw him get off the train in first year. He had been a blinding light among torches. Luna's metaphor was perfect. And the pain she felt coming from him had completely unsettled her. Now that she was more directly linked to him, she knew his whole story. At first she was insanely furious. How anyone could treat a child that way, much less the sorry piece of filth who called himself a Dark Lord. Now she had settled into a committed kind of vengeful resolve only possible in a true 'Puff. Harry Potter would be her lord and she would kill anyone who ever tried to hurt him again.
Hannah felt his hunger and called a house-elf. She asked for a plate of soup; receiving it on a tray, she entered the master suite. She looked around; hearing the voices in the bathroom, she went that way. Entering the bath she saw Harry floating in the steaming tub supported by the Alpha and Primaries. She dropped her robe and walked into the tub, still carrying the tray. She sat on the top step and turned, putting the bowl down. She eased down to the second step and turned back with her arms up; through Susan, she let Nym know what she wanted.
The stunned bond mates moved Harry gently into her lap. She cradled Harry's head on her ample breast and reached over with one hand to pick up the soup. She leaned forward and kissed him just behind his ear and said, "Harry, soup." In the bond, through Susan, she pushed at his consciousness until he was just awake enough to eat.
"Susan, how long have you and Hannah been bound?"
"Since third year, Nym."
"How does that happen?"
"The regular way, I guess, Hermione-we fell in love and the next thing we knew we were bonded."
"I'm not trying to say anything, Susan. I just didn't know it could happen between two witches."
"I believe it's more based on love than sex. Not trying to denigrate your thoughts, Hermione."
"No offense taken, Hestia. This is just completely unheard of for me, and they haven't really talked about it in depth at school."
"Yes, it's a problem. Firstborns don't get it from school; there are no books on the subject that I know of besides the Potter family book Harry has. So unless you have some very intimate girlfriends, you would never know it all. Hell, even then you wouldn't-because we don't. Harry's book covers things I've never imagined."
"Like what, Hestia?"
"Apparently, Daphne, we're going to be optimized by the combined magic. The book reports reduction in the effects of aging, health improvements, even the removal of scars and tattoos Harry doesn't approve of.
"At this level of bonding we're also going to end up bound to each other. That explains a lot of the witch-on-witch things that have been happening."
The bonded dropped into thought about this. They perused Hestia's memories of the book.
They were suddenly interrupted by Harry's rising arousal. They focused their attention back on him just in time to feel him enter Hannah. She had obviously finished feeding him the soup, as the empty bowl was on the side of the tub. Harry had rolled over and locked onto a nipple while pulling her off the step. He then took Hannah into the deep end and nailed her to the wall. Harry let her rest after he entered her, until she moved against him. It wasn't long before the first orgasm took her. Shortly after that she peaked again, and Harry went with her. The walls rang and the whole pool glowed.
Harry and Hannah sank into the water with their lips locked together. Susan and Tonks reached them first and towed them safely back to shallow water. The rest of the Primaries assisted in removing them from the tub, drying them off, and moving them to the bed. Then they dried themselves and put everyone in their dressing gowns.
As they did they heard through the bond, "Okay, Harry's rule #1: No Parselmouth Aussie kisses while she's sucking the cock unless someone is there to help. Harry's rule #2: No sex in the bathtub without several of my lovely mates to help."
The mates laughed until their sides hurt.
Harry rested for just a few minutes and then leapt to his feet. He dragged Nym up and pulled her to the gym at a run. When they got there he looked at her and smiled. He took a dueling stance, and Nym dropped into a crouch with her body turned sideways to Harry. In the bond Harry counted down and they began hurling curses, hexes, spells, and transfigured objects at each other.
The intensity increased until the room was actually crackling with magic and the mates and potentials who had gathered to watch had to back against the walls, away from the ravening magics that were being cast and shielded. The bonded cast a dueling shield and reinforced it constantly. The energies being loosed had gotten so extreme that they were melting the marble floor.
Harry threw his wand out of the shield and was casting directly with his hands. The magic he was using was different, though. It was completely controlled and he was directing it with his thoughts. Suddenly there were no more ravening energies; Harry either absorbed them or cocooned them as Nym cast. He drew her struggling form to him and their clothes were gone. They floated above the floor as they made love. Harry and Nym were both pouring their hearts and souls into one another and the bonded. The mates collapsed in ecstasy at the same time they did.
The unbonded potentials looked at each other, stunned. They laughed and then returned everyone to their beds again. Luna took Harry's wand and tucked it behind her ear along with hers. She smiled dreamily as she felt the wands communing.
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Hermione rolled over and opened her eyes. She was staring into Ginny's. Ginny leaned in and kissed her. "Hermione, why did you eat Susan yesterday?"
"I hate that phrase. I don't know, Gin. It seemed like I needed to at the time."
"Haven't you ever wanted me that way, Mi?"
"More than you know, Gin."
Ginny rolled over onto Hermione and kissed her. "Good."
They tussled gently. Hermione rolled her head to the side and suddenly leapt to her feet. Her wand appeared in her hand, pointed at the bed. Her level of alarm was like sounding general quarters as the mates came pounding into the room, wands drawn. The Alphas and Primaries stood back to back; Harry's aura was blinding.
A very excited Harry asked, "Hermione, what is it?"
He and Nym were back to back and turning in a circle.
Nym noticed something odd. "Why is everyone looking at us?"
Hestia finally got her tongue working again. "Well, now we know why Nym is the Alpha. Harry take one step forward."
Harry was suddenly horrified that something had happened to Nym, so he stepped forward and turned around. He was mystified. Nym was fine, but she was looking at him like she'd never seen him before.
"Nym, what is it?"
"Harry, how did you do that?"
"Do what, Nym?"
She dragged Harry to the bathroom and stood him in front of a mirror. Harry looked in the mirror and saw two Nyms.
When Harry's brain turned back on, he was sitting on the marble floor of the bathroom and Nym was speaking to him.
"Harry, it's okay, you'll be fine. Did you do this with a spell, sweetheart?"
"No, no spell."
"Harry, have you ever changed any part of your body on purpose?"
"No."
"How about your hair-have you ever grown your hair out?"
"My aunt cut it all off one day. It grew back by the next morning."
"Harry, I think you're a Metamorphmagus. I'm going to look in you and see if I can change you back, okay?"
"Anything you want, Nym, you know that."
Nym went looking first in her own mind and then in Harry's. She soon found where his Metamorphmagus abilities were centered and slowly changed him back to Harry, one piece of his body at a time.
When they opened their eyes again, Harry was Harry and Nym was Nym. Harry grinned at Nym and suddenly he was her again. Then in the blink of an eye he was Harry again.
"I know how to do it now, Nym. Thanks." He jumped up and ran back into the bedroom, turning into Hermione and grabbing Ginny on the way. He threw her on the bed and landed face-first in her crotch.
"Harry stop, what are you dooooiiiinng oh my, stop, don't stop HHHAAAAARRRYYY."
The bonded shuddered as she climaxed. Hermione stomped her foot. "Harry, stop that, that's not fair. I was doing her."
Nym had chased him to the bed by now and she pulled him out of Ginny's crotch and flipped him over. She spread his legs and was poking around in his crotch, with her face very close. Through the bound the mates could feel her amazement. Suddenly they felt Harry's shock. Nym had pushed a finger into his-vagina?
"Nym! What are you doing?"
"Shhhh. Harry, this is important. Hermione, come over here."
When Hermione approached, Nym pushed her onto the bed and flipped her dressing gown open. She pulled her legs apart, putting Hermione's left leg over Harry/Hermione's right, and examined her vagina up close and in intimate detail. Hermione was outraged.
"Shhhh, Hermione, this is important."
Hermione settled and waited. She barked out an outraged "Nym!" at the same moment Harry did. Nym had pushed a finger into each of them and was gently but firmly feeling around.
Finally she withdrew her fingers. "They're exactly the same, inside and out."
Hermione was desperate to feel outraged, but it was impossible when she had pushed herself down on the bed and was busily lapping at her sex. She shook her head to clear it as the Mates chuckled. Suddenly they weren't chuckling any more as she hissed the list of Ministers of Magic into her sex in Parseltongue and she literally exploded in orgasm.
Harry hopped up as Harry and danced around the room in a bizarre jig. Nym tackled him and sat on him.
"Harry, stop. This is wonderful, but you've gone mental."
"And I love you."
The bonded stopped what they were doing and melted.
"I know how special it is because you know, Nym."
"Okay, how about the rest of us know for sure? One of you two, speak."
Nym looked at Ginny, who was standing with her fist on her hips. "It's really simple, but at the same time profound. Harry is a Metamorphmagus. Not only is he one, but he may be the most accomplished one in history. No one has ever been able to fully change their sex before."
Hestia stood and moved to where Nym still had Harry pinned to the floor. Harry was happily shifting between the forms of all the bonded. "Harry, stop that. Pick a form and stay in it while I run some diagnostic spells on you."
Nym got off of Harry, and he assumed her form. Hestia knelt beside him and ran all the diagnostic scans she knew on him.
"Nym, he's reading as a woman, and according to this she's fine."
Nym grinned wickedly. "Well, I guess I won't be the only one having the babies,then." She shifted into the semblance of Harry.
Harry was sputtering and suddenly changed back into Harry.
"Harry, it's fine, you're okay. First you'd have to hold the transformation for the whole nine months. Generally when we sleep we can't control what form we shift to, so usually it's our base form. If we're physically or magically drained, we'll return to our base form. So it would be too dangerous for you to try it. Second, while I can achieve your form, she shifted to Harry's form; it's really just skin-deep. I can't change my internal organs like you can-no one can."
Harry smirked and shifted back to Nym. He knelt in front of her and took her in his mouth. Nym, having used her clitoris and its sensitive hood to form that part of her "Harry" anatomy, lasted about two seconds as Harry slowly pushed her down his throat. Nym's eyes rolled back in her head and she lost control of her muscles as she rocketed into a massive orgasm. Harry caught her and eased her to the floor as she shifted back to her base form. He lay cuddling her to him as she first began breathing again and then slowly recovered.
Daphne suddenly spoke. "I believe it would be a good time for lunch." The bonded agreed and moved to dress. The Primaries dressed themselves and then Harry and Nym and headed to the dining room.
In the dining room they took their now normal places and communed in the bond. The bonded, sitting next to the unbonded potentials, filled them in on recent developments.
Moody stumped into the dining room. "Me laird, have you finished the bonding yet?"
"No, Alastor, there are nine left unbonded. I'll finish tonight and tomorrow."
"Aye, good. Me laird, we'll need to talk before this turn is done. Undersecretary Umbridge sent the Dementors after you. I can't find any evidence she's a supporter of Voldemort, but she certainly espouses the pureblood agenda."
Harry sat contemplating this as he watched and listened to the thoughts flaming through the bond.
"Is she in the compulsion, Alastor?"
"No way to be certain till she gets near you."
"No matter-she dies."
Hermione spoke. "Harry?"
"Hermione, her actions would have condemned you and all of these other women to death."
"But you've decided to save Bellatrix, Harry, even if you have to turn her into a 'sex toy', as you put it."
Harry could only wonder at how deep in his mind Hermione was imbedded. He had not consciously voiced that thought even to himself, but when she said it he knew it was true.
"She never tried to kill any of you, Hermione."
"So it's as simple as that, us and them?"
"Yes."
The bonded needed no further words; they saw the thoughts flashing through his mind. The abuse, the manipulation, the miserable criminal actions perpetrated by Tom Riddle. The corruption and ineptitude of the Ministry and Dumbledore, dooming the Light to failure and suffering; the determination that his children would not live in that world, he would change this world to benefit his children. He would destroy it and rebuild it, or they would leave it. Right now he just wanted to leave it.
Nym, finally coherent again, took his hand. "We'll be okay, Harry. It will be hard, but we'll be okay. Let's just worry about Vulturewart first."
Harry smiled as Alastor almost fell out of his chair laughing over "Vulturewart".
Rita spoke. "Harry, dear, you know that you have lots of cachet. Let's use it. I don't really want to leave this world, but I don't want my children suffering through what the most happy of us has had to."
Nym was looking thoughtful. "I believe this is a conversation for tomorrow, but just so everyone knows, Harry has a hearing scheduled for Thursday the twelfth at nine o'clock. We'll be Turning that day but we'll also be attending that hearing as we continue to work or go about our normal lives.
"I believe the short-term goals are to get the women here bonded so we can continue the training. We should then figure out how to mate the other two women in compulsion that we know of. Last but not least, we have to get through this trial."
Amelia jumped in at this point. "Tonks, we don't have to worry much about the trial. Harry clearly acted in self defense. Also, I suspect his citations for under-age use of magic, having seen his memories of the incidents. Emmeline and I will be working on this when we are off turn. I'm a little concerned that you want to mate Narcissa and Bellatrix, however."
Harry answered this time. "They're in compulsion, Amelia. We're going to fake a rape on Narcissa, if she agrees, and we'll either take Bellatrix from Azkaban and install her in a secure location, or if she's not as crazy as it seems, we are going to turn her and then 'release' her back to Vulturewart. That will give us a spy on the inside."
"Me laird, you do realize if you bond her you'll have to overcome her connection to-" Here he stumbled as he chuckled out, "Vulturewart. The Dark Mark is powerful magic. If you overcome it, he'll probably know."
"Ah, thank you, Alastor. I hadn't thought of that. So what do we do?"
"I think we have to get her under our control with some really top-flight Healers and Rune Masters. The Dark Mark in its base form is created by a series of runes that have been corrupted for the purpose."
"Alastor, I didn't know that,.Do you know the runes?"
"Yes, Hestia. I'll be glad to show them to you."
"Alastor, how did you find this out?"
"I skinned Evan Rosier's arm, intending to take his Mark as a trophy. The Mark was only a few years old, and from the backside you could see the individual runes it was made of."
Marie grinned a bloodthirsty grin at Moody. "Have you been taking these trophies long, Master Auror?"
"Longer than you've been alive, lass. They killed my fully bonded mate and child."
Marie stared at Alastor for a moment and then bowed her head. "Honored Father, forgive my impertinence."
"Ah, lass, 'twas long ago. You couldn't know."
The bonded sat for a moment in contemplation.
"How many, Alastor?"
Moody knew exactly what Harry was talking about. "Thirty-seven, me laird."
"Good man. Call if you ever need help."
"You concentrate on the dark tosser, Harry, we'll get to the rest. On another note, Albus is planning on defending you at trial, Harry."
"Very kind of him. If you don't mind, Alastor, I'm going to nap for a while."
"Certainly, me laird."
Harry rose and offered his arm to Nym. She rose and they all headed for the master suite.
They entered the master and Nym went to a sofa, the Primaries sitting around her. Harry turned around to ask her what was going on when Shelia Fawcett suddenly stepped in close and kissed him. He simply backed up and sat on the bed. Shelia came right after him. She started undressing him, but when he returned the favor she began to squirm. Nym summoned the Primaries inside the bond and they all left the room.
"Shelia, what's wrong?"
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I just have never even been naked in front of people before."
"Shelia, don't worry. Until the day before yesterday I'd never been naked with a girl, either. Do you want to know what I've learned, though?" Shelia nodded. "You're all so different and so beautiful. Each and every one of you is beautiful."
During this Harry had not stopped taking her clothes off and he found again that he was right. Shelia was very pretty and had a truly lovely, nubile young body.
They fell together again and soon the bonded were back, looking for seats. Alastor, who had been having a conversation with Amelia and Emmeline in the library off the gym, grinned at them.
"Alastor, don't be crude. We really can't help it."
"I know, Amelia. I'll bet you're wishing it was you, though."
Amelia slapped him on the arm and groaned. A glow came from her and Emmeline.
Emmeline recovered as Hestia came into the room.
"Alastor, can you show me those runes?"
Alastor summoned a piece of parchment and a quill and drew out the rune set for her. Hestia and Bathsheba took it and started dissecting the rune set.
In the master suite Megan Jones had entered the room and shed her clothes on the way to the bed. She climbed on to the bed with a tray of apple slices and began to feed Harry.
In the library Hermione joined the group working on the runes.
Daphne had found Tracey, and they moved to the group that now included Amelia, Emmeline, Nym, Susan, and Moody. The rest of the women were gravitating that way and all seemed to be engaged in a conversation about the current political situation.
After a few minutes another collective groan went up and the room glowed briefly. This process repeated itself five more times as they worked.
After the Patil twins, Sally Ann Perks, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Su Li had been bound, Nym rose. "Ladies, forgive me, but I'm exhausted. I'm going to bathe and then find our lord and get some sleep."
All of them agreed with her, and Moody excused himself. They found their way to their rooms, and the demands on the water system for the next hour were extremely high.
Nym had taken Harry from between the Patils and into the bath. "Have fun, lover?"
Harry blushed. "Yes, Nym, I did."
"Harry, don't be embarrassed. You did very well. You loved them all, and very well, too. Now, let's go to bed."
They left the bath and they and the Primaries all crawled into the enormous bed and fell into an exhausted but contented sleep. The bond was active all night, the bond mates perusing each other's memories.
Harry awoke. He sensed Nym's disquiet and knew she was awake. "Nym, what's the matter?"
Nym blushed crimson. "Harry, do you like wizards?"
A confused Harry answered, "Yeah, they're okay, why? Oh-do I like wizards? No, Nym...why?"
"Well, when I was you, you...errh...well, you sucked my...."
"Nym, you know I knew it was-well, you-and I knew what, errh, parts you used for it, so...what's really wrong, Nym?"
"I liked it. I really liked it."
Harry laughed; hugging her to him, he whispered, "Change and I'll do it again," in her ear.
"Morgana, Harry, not tonigh. You'll kill me, Baby."
Nym wriggled delightedly, as he had fully hardened in her again. "Go to sleep, lover."
They snuggled into each other and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Toward morning, the bond settled firmly.
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