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Harry Potter and the Witches; Secret
Chapter 8
9 August 1995 (Sidereal)
7 August 1995 (Off Sidereal)

Harry appeared in the entry hall of the Ossuary as the clock finished striking midnight. He stepped up to Nym and after a quick head count she wound the Time-Turner as far back as it would go. She looked up to make sure everyone was inside the chain and then let the stem go. The whole group moved back in time to just after midnight on the seventh. Harry smiled at them all, and then Susan led the way to the wing they would be using.

At the door to the master suite Harry kissed everyone goodnight and then entered. He stripped on the way to the bed and crawled in. Susan met him there. She wasted no time in getting what she wanted. The others came from the bathroom just as she exploded. Harry moved over and collapsed face-first onto the bed, leaving her on her hands and knees. The mates smiled and crawled into the huge bed.

Narcissa stood nervously in the hall, listening to the screams coming from the master suite. It was very obvious that some woman had just been very well topped. She couldn't wait any longer; she opened the door and entered. It was very obviously Susan who had just been quickly and thoroughly satisfied. She was still on her knees, with her head and chest on the mattress. Nym motioned to Narcissa and she crawled into bed with them. Nym lay on Harry's left and Susan stretched out on his right. Nym motioned to Narcissa with her head and then pushed Harry over onto his back. Narcissa crawled up over him and took him into her mouth. She tasted Susan and him, and it went straight to her sex. She was soaked instantly.

Narcissa moaned and opened her eyes to find herself looking into Harry's beautiful green eyes. She was amazed at what she found there; the amount of power that radiated from him was distinctly at odds with the vulnerability she saw in his eyes.

Narcissa continued what she was doing, but now with infinite care. She did not want to hurt this young man, soon to be her lord. She knew now that she would bond with him.

Harry was not content to let her do all the work, however. He had looked into her eyes and seen a startling hardness there, but it had melted as he gazed at her. Harry bent around and, with Nym's help, positioned Narcissa so her mouth hovered over his cock and her ripe, luscious-looking sex was directly above his face.

Harry felt rather uncertain with Narcissa. He knew she'd had both a husband and a child, and he wasn't sure how he would measure up. He gave in to the urge Narcissa was physically transmitting to him and applied everything he had learned from all of his mates. He warned Nym in the bond, and then turned it all on, including a recitation of the history of the last goblin rebellion in Parseltongue. He wrapped his arms up and around Narcissa's waist, locking his hands together on her spine, and pulled himself into her securely.


Narcissa's mind shut down, freeing her body to be as wild as it wanted to be. Almost frantically, she took him in her mouth and plunged down on him until she could go no further. At the same time, he was hissing in Parseltongue against her center, flicking her with his tongue between sentences. The dual sensation was too much for her overwrought nerves and she screamed, shaking with the intensity of her first orgasm.

After a few minutes she pulled off him and took him in both of her hands, continuing her frenzied sucking and licking. She had never done this with a male before; her sexual encounters with Lucius had been little more than battles of will; they had afforded little satisfaction to him other than the possibility that one of their couplings might finally produce an heir. It had been impossible to glean any warmth or pleasure from the few times they had come together, and indeed she had long since stopped wishing for it. She had come to realize that to Lucius, she was merely a vessel-a barely satisfactory one, at that-that existed to serve him.

But she knew she needed Harry to come in her mouth; she physically needed to taste him. She was past being capable of any thought more complex than making her mate come, instinctively knowing that the pleasure would be mutual. Harry grasped her hips and ran his tongue in one long swipe all the way along her slit. She began to orgasm again, this time experiencing what all the bonded had before her-the series of orgasms so close together that they appeared to be one impossibly long peak.

Harry felt the tightening that he knew signaled his imminent release and tried to pull back to warn Narcissa. But she would not hear him. She tightened her thighs against his head and rotated her hips into him, trying to keep contact with him, and her hair flew as her head moved up and down on him, her breath coming in desperate, sobbing gasps. He ran his tongue slowly along her slick outer lips, and then as his mouth closed around her clitoris he moaned her name in Parseltongue. She screamed; the vibrations in her throat pushed him beyond his threshold of control, and he climaxed in her mouth.

Narcissa was instantly addicted; as soon as Harry's release hit her tongue she fell in love with the warm, slightly salty, but essentially Harry taste. She grinned around his cock and swallowed again and again. She was happily humming like a little girl with an ice when she opened her eyes and looked into the astonished face of her niece.

Nym had leaned down to keep an eye on Narcissa because she knew Harry was going to Parseltongue her. She had been concerned when Narcissa's face had locked in what looked like a rictus of agony and tears had flowed from her eyes. Then, after Harry came, Narcissa had grinned and started humming as she continued to swallow. She had the most contented look Nym had ever seen.

Nym leaned in, smiling, and kissed her very contented aunt at the corner of her mouth. Then she sat back and gently rubbed her back as Narcissa continued humming happily and suckling on Harry like a hungry calf.

Harry never lost his erection and was soon so sensitive that he had to stop Narcissa. He rolled them over and spun around like a crab. He straddled her body and slid down to kiss her on her lips, looking into her sparkling blue eyes. She locked onto his lips and poured her soul into the kiss. Harry sat back, panting, and his member bumped her sopping entrance.

Narcissa felt Harry bump her and grinned wickedly. She had been holding her hips rotated forward, trying to cradle Harry into her. Now he was just where she wanted him. She relaxed her hips and then pulled them down, taking Harry completely inside her. No male had been there in fifteen years, and she was extremely tight. She took advantage of all those years of PC muscle control exercises and flexed on him, using herself to milk him. Harry groaned in pleasure and Narcissa just barely stopped a very undignified squee. She began to move and he withdrew his full length and then pushed in until their pubic bones met. There was no holding back this time; she squeed happily and attacked him, attempting to get his whole body inside her.

Harry grinned back at her and gave her everything the mates had taught him. They had been going for a while and Narcissa was having what Harry had come to think of as the bonding orgasm when he felt himself tighten again. He pushed into Narcissa, and when their pubic bones met he ground down on her. They exploded at the same time. The walls rang and the light flared and they found themselves in each other's mind.

Narcissa began to explore and soon found the horrors of his childhood. Harry found the pain and terror of her late teen years and adulthood. He felt the pain of her realization that not only did her husband and then her son not truly love her, but that she had failed. He knew she had intended to raise a confident, capable young man, but instead she had raised a monster. He comforted her as much as he could.

Narcissa knew what Harry had seen and basked in the glow of his warm comfort. She also felt his consuming hatred for Lucius; not only for what he had done to her-the rapes until she was pregnant, and then the emotional and physical abandonment-but surprisingly for what he had done to Draco.

Narcissa, however, was unable to contain her rage at the treatment Harry had received. her rage was not only directed at the Dursleys; in fact, she seemed to dismiss them as tools. She did not, however, spare Dumbledore or Vulturewart. She included the Ministry and the staff of Hogwarts and went rampaging through all of the mates' memories. She slowly settled down into a seething rage.

"I'm sorry; I see that you have all done the best you can. Dumbledore and Fudge, as well as that inhuman scum Voldemort-ha, Vulturewart, very descriptive, I like it-however, are a different story."

"Shhhh, it's all right, Cissy. They all felt the same way. By the way, the next time I see him, I may kill Lucius. I don't know what to do about Draco, though."

"Harry, you know what you have to do. He's irredeemable; his miserable excuse for a father has warped his mind and he'll submit to Vulturewart. Bad faith, indeed."

Harry folded Narcissa in his arms and rolled onto his side, holding her seething frame in a tight spoon. The bond slowly settled and they all let Narcissa in. Narcissa smiled and wriggled until she captured Harry and sheathed him. Harry drifted off to sleep, thrilling Narcissa that he trusted and accepted her so completely.

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The Ossuary
First Turned Morning
05:03

Harry awoke in the morning in what had become the normal fashion. Rita had taken him in her mouth and was happily working away.

"Good morning, Rita."

She smiled up at him. "Gmrng, Hfhhrri."

Narcissa lifted her head and with a broad smile she said, "Rita, you cow, don't speak with your mouth full."

"Fnck uuu, Nersssa."

Narcissa got up on her knees and attacked Rita, tickling her mercilessly.

Rita, squealing and laughing, continued working Harry with her mouth. The mates were waking up grumbling and laughing at the picture of Rita attached to Harry and being assaulted by Narcissa.

Harry finally got tired of this and stood up, pulling Rita with him. He spun her so she was feet-up and held her torso to him, and walked into the bath with her still attached. Fortunately for her, Rita hit just the right spot as Harry stepped into the tub and he groaned and gave her what she had been seeking. Harry leaned his head forward and licked Rita across the length of her sex. She came when he hit her clit with his tongue.

Harry stepped the rest of the way into the tub and Rita swam away from him and then turned and grasped him round the waist with her legs. She found him at her entrance and sank onto him. Harry sat on the bottom step as Rita had her way with him.

The rest of the mates came into the bathroom. "Harry, Rita, hurry up, we have PT."

Narcissa asked, "Hermione, what's PT?"

Hermione looked at her. "Oh, Narcissa, I'm sorry. Here." She produced her wand and moved it slightly, a schedule popped out of it.

Narcissa looked at the schedule as she followed Hermione back into the bedroom. "What is this? What have I signed up for?"

"We're trying to get ready to fight not only Vulturewart but the purebloods, the Ministry, and the Light, Cissy."

"Oh, my. Do we have a plan, Nym?"

"Yes. We'll talk about it today; we'd appreciate your input."

"Ladies, to the gym, if you please."

"Yes, Nym."

"Harry, you coming?"

"Hehehe...."

"Shut it, Rita."

"Just a minute, Nym."

"Hehehe, oh yes, right there, Harry, uuunnnngggghhhh!"

Harry stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later with Rita following him and all the mates watched as his lithe form crossed the room and entered his dressing room.

"Nym, Harry is looking very nice."

"You haven't looked at yourself lately, have you Hermione?"

Hermione looked down at herself. She was wearing a sports bra and running shorts, and she suddenly noticed she was sporting the beginnings of a six-pack midriff.

"Wow, where did that come from?"

"Magic, Mi." Harry stepped out of the dressing room and kissed Hermione. He offered Nym his arm and they headed for the gym.

In the gym the other ladies had arrived and were lined up by the door.

Harry, Nym, and the Primaries entered and kissed and hugged their way down the line. Marie was last, and after Ginny had kissed her she backed away from the group.

"Okay, I'm glad we got that out of the way because you're probably never going to want to kiss me again after this morning. As you've probably noticed by now, your bodies have been improving. I believe that what is happening is that Harry's magic and the magic from the bond has given us enough power for our magic to optimize us. In order to do that, our bodies have been converting our body fat to fuel at a seriously accelerated pace. We've all added muscle mass and lost body fat. I've noticed that my skin has improved, and I feel healthier."

"All good news, Maria, so why the long face?" Luna asked.

"Well, for one, my tits are shrinking, and unlike some of us I didn't have that much to start with."

"You? Look at me." Luna held her tank top away from her unrestrained, well formed, mouthful-sized breasts.

Harry flipped Luna's shirt up and licked an extremely perky nipple. "You're fine, Luna."

Luna did a fish impersonation for a moment and then smiled and blushed gently as she felt Harry's joy and lust at her form and taste.

"Harry, Luna! Maria, if I may?"

"Of course, Minerva."

"A witch, just like a Muggle woman, needs a certain percentage of body fat to be healthy. If we drop below that percentage our reproductive systems will shut off until we have enough body fat to support a baby."

Marie nodded. "Exactly. I believe the expression is 'Five points to Gryffindor.' We need to increase our calorie intake to support the optimization process, and we need to work these new muscles. Unfortunately this will be painful. Also, any old injuries are going to be painful as new, healthy tissue replaces scar tissue. I'm sorry, and we'll use every Muggle technique I know to eliminate this pain, but I'm afraid to use magic on us with the already massive amounts of magic our bodies are using."

She smiled wickedly. "The good news is that we will be seriously hot at the end of the process; and stretch marks are scars."

Everyone took this in, and as they mulled it over and then smiled, Harry looked up at Marie and nodded.

"So we'll begin with stretching exercises."

Marie led them through a set of stretches and then into a circuit of training on the free-weight stations that had appeared around the walls. They ended with thirty minutes on treadmills broken into a five-minute warm-up, twenty minutes at their training heart rate, and a five-minute cooldown. Some of them were walking and some, like Harry and Katie, worked up to a world record pace.

After the treadmills Marie lead them over to a set of double doors and opened them. Inside was a large pool of water.

"This is something the American professional and university sports teams have come up with. You will soak in this pool until you get numb. I warn you now, the water is being held at four degrees Centigrade. The purpose of this is to prevent microbleeding and assist in a faster recovery. I'm sorry, but...this will hurt."

Harry looked Maria in the eye and nodded again. He stepped to the edge of the pool and jumped in. Harry thought he would scream, and then he thought his heart had stopped. He stood chin-deep in the water, using all his will power to stay in it.

The mates all followed, and for a moment the bond was full of screams.

After ten minutes Harry was numb. He stayed in, and at the fifteen-minute mark Marie moved over to him. He had started the uncontrollable shivering that was the indicator of first-stage hypothermia.

"Harry, you were supposed to get out when you were numb. Not everything is a contest, love. Out-now." She dragged him to the steps and out of the pool. The mates who had not already left followed.

"Okay, everyone your next period is breakfast. The breakfast has been prepared for you in accordance with your bodies' needs. Please eat everything on your plates. I'll see you in the dining room in fifteen minutes."

They all went and dressed and then headed back to breakfast.

Harry seated Nym and as soon as he sat his breakfast appeared. Unlike the Hogwarts breakfast, this was not a traditional English breakfast. There were fruit, waffles, meat, eggs, and milk.

Harry looked at his breakfast and tucked in. He suddenly realized there was no tea.

"Marie, where's the tea?"

"Oops, sorry, Harry. I guess one cup would be all right."

"Maarrriiiiee...."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "Stop whining, Harry. Tea isn't really good for you first thing in the morning." The mates all turned to look at her. "What? I'm sorry, but it's true."

Marie nodded. "We'll all start practicing massage on each other. I'll show you the techniques later."

The bond settled again and the conversation shifted to inside the bond.

"So, my Alpha, what is the plan?"

"Aunt Cissy, from the information that's been passed I believe our best course of action will be to do as we have been doing. First, we keep training. Second, we gather intelligence from the Ministry, the Death Eaters, and the Light side. Luna will then do her best to confirm or deny that intelligence. Third, we use that confirmed intelligence to foil Death Eater attacks, substituting simacrula where necessary and using Obliviation if needed. Once everyone has chosen sides, we'll attack Voldemort and kill him. We believe the Death Eaters will be incapacitated or killed. We'll finish the job on the Death Eaters, either capturing or killing them, and Harry will use the Praedia Bellica. Once we have the Death Eaters and their supporters in control we'll offer Dumbledore the opportunity to swear fealty to Harry. If he does, we'll offer the same opportunity to all of the Light-sided families and creatures. If he doesn't, we'll fight and defeat him, then as many of the Light side as we have to, to gain their surrender using the same method we used on the Death Eaters.

"Once we've conquered the Light and the Dark, the Ministry will be ours, and Harry will dissolve it and rule the magical world as a true tyrant. We will gradually give the sentient species control of a government back."

"That's fine, Nym, and I believe the best course of action for now; but what do we do about the Death Eaters and Voldemort? And Nym, please call me Cissy or Narcissa. Don't remind me I'm old, please, dear."

"Narcissa, are you back to saying Voldemort? And you aren't old."

"I have to, my love. I can't afford to make a mistake that would get back to him. I must go back to Malfoy Manor and resume my life. I can't afford to slip, Harry."

"I really don't like that idea."

"I know, and you're so sweet, but if we're to maintain our cover I'll have to."

The bonded could all feel Harry's generalized unhappiness with the whole idea of her returning to bad faith manor and his fear for Narcissa. They were fiercely proud of their mate.

"Back on point. As I said, when we've gained our strength and are ready, Harry, with our assistance, attacks and kills Vulturewart. He will then cast the Praedia Bellica, claiming all of the property and chattel of both Voldemort and his vassals. We believe that the marked Death Eaters will be at least magically incapacitated for a time, if not killed outright by Vulturwart's death. We'll round them up and put them in the dungeons under Potter Castle. We'll offer the Light a chance to swear fealty, and failing that we'll fight them. Then once we have control of the people, we'll attack the Ministry and gain control of it. Next we will review the laws and change or eliminate the ones that need changing or eliminating. Then we will try the Death Eaters and ex-Ministry people following the old laws. After that we will install Harry as the Magical Duke of Britain and the Empire, subject to Her Majesty's pleasure. Harry wants to install an inclusive government for all sentient magical creatures and attempt to eliminate the prejudices and policies that are leading to the rise of these dark lords, establishing a world that our children and our children's children can thrive in.

"We've considered a government along the lines of the American system, but as the nobles of magical Britain never signed the Magna Carta we don't believe we can suddenly move them to representative government when they can't even think for themselves enough to fight the Death Eaters. Maybe in the future we can, with Her Majesty's blessing, move to a representative government, but not in the immediate post-war generation.

"We'll also have to reform the school system to include all the magical children, not just the ones that can afford Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons."

"Nym, in order to facilitate this I believe we should form a shadow government right now-a privy council, if you will."

"An excellent idea, Amanda. What did you have in mind?"

Amanda, who had been trolling through Hermione's mind, used her series of spells and produced a parchment from her wand, expanded it, and stuck it to the wall. She looked at Hermione and smiled.

The mates looked at the parchment as they continued to eat.



Duke of Magical Britain
Lord Harry Potter

Duchess of Magical Britain
Lady Nymphadora Potter



MLE Education Human Services Ministry Wizengamot

Councilor Councilor Councilor Councilor Councilor
Hestia Hermione Ginny Susan Daphne

Council Council Council Council Council
Amelia Minerva Rosmerta Amanda Luna
Marietta Aurora Ann Anastasia Cho
Megan Sally Hannah Mandy Su
Padma Chu Luna Tracey Parvati
Rita Katie Narcissa Marie
Septima Emmeline
Bathsheba

"What do you think, Nym?" Harry had shifted the conversation out of the bond as Alastor came stumping in and sat at the other end of the table.

"I believe it would work to start, Harry. The Councilors will need to give you charters for their councils, and we'll have to ensure we have the right ladies in the right places and that all functions are covered. Moody, here's what we discussed before you arrived."

Nym shot a spell at Moody that turned into a transcript of the conversation both in and out of the bond since they had arrived in the dining room.

"Oooh, Nym, what spell was that?"

Nym showed Hermione the messaging spell in the bond.

Hermione sat for a moment and then shot a parchment at Harry. He unrolled it and read "I love you, and thank you, I love being in your bond."

Harry smiled at her.

Alastor read the note and then said, "Good morning, me laird. Good plan, but we'd better practice the Praedia Bellica first. It takes a lot of magic and you'd best be sure you're working for the Light or the backlash will kill you. Now, don't we have a schedule to keep?"

Harry nodded and rose, grabbing an orange to take with him. He offered his arm to Nym and they left for the gym. Moody looked at the parchment on the wall and waved his wand. The Incendio hit the parchment and it burned completely. He Vanished the ashes in three separate parts to three separate locations. He wondered if Nym had told Harry yet that as a result of the successful Praedia Bellica he would be having sex with the female chattel at least once. He didn't think so, as the boy didn't look upset at all. He would have to find a way to tell Harry.

The mates entered the gym and moved to Bathsheba's classroom. They reviewed the third through seventh year runes text that morning. They moved out into the gym for a break and Dobby was there with snacks for them. They each had a snack and rested a moment, then moved to Charms.

Anastasia ran them through a review that had them casting every charm they had learned from first through seventh years and starting on university undergraduate work. They again took a break after class, and again Dobby appeared with snacks.

Minerva was up next and she ran them through Transfiguration and into conjuration. This time when they took a break, Moody had them go outside. The gym was sparkling with free magic. Minerva, Amelia, and Anastasia stayed with him.

"Alastor, what are we going to do about this?"

"I was hoping you knew, lass. The boy releases so much magic that even all the bonded don't use it up casting. You know it's hard for me to keep up, Minerva. I mean, when he conjured that baby dragon out of thin air I thought he'd be the only one to do it. Then Hannah Abbot conjured that pink one and it was game over. Why didn't you say something to the Lovegood lass? Some of those creatures she was conjuring were unnatural."

"Not unnatural, Master Auror, legendary. All legends are said to have a basis in fact."

"Alastor, please, Lady Anastasia. While that may be true, what do you call that?" He pointed to a creature that appeared to be a cross between a pygmy hippo and a tiny rhinoceros that had run into a wall and compressed the horn that was, oddly, on its nose, not its forehead.

"Anastasia, then, please, Alastor. I believe that is a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, a creature of legend."

"All I want to know is what I'm going to do with these creatures. They seem to be completely real and solid. I wonder if they'll fade as most conjured items do."

"Geoffrey, please remove these creatures to Godric's Hollow and see to their care."

One by one the creatures disappeared.

Alastor raised an eyebrow at the ladies. "Thank you, my lord," Amelia said.

Alastor grunted. "I believe we have lunch now, ladies. It might be profitable to discuss this excess of magic with the bonded. Perhaps they'll have a solution."

They moved to the dining room and Harry came in behind them with the rest of the bonded.

They sat for lunch, and again plates tailored to their tastes and requirements appeared before them.

Harry ate for a moment and then, conscious of Alastor, he asked, "Does anyone have any idea what to do about the magic that is being loosed here?"

Emmeline spoke immediately. "We can divert it to charge the wards of the Ossuary, Harry."

Ann added, "We could also add some offensive capability to these wards, Harry. Right now they're defensive only."

"Offensive wards haven't been created in five hundred years, Ann," Alastor said, very interested.

"Only here in Europe, Alastor. Offensive wards are standard everywhere else in the world. Europe's goblin wards are so strong that they've caused offensive wards to fall out of use."

"What kind of wards are possible, Ann?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Depending on what you want, Harry, you can have anything from wards that fire simple jinxes all the way to wards that Vanish people to the calderas of volcanos. It really depends on how much power you have available. The decision that would have to be made is where to put the new layers, inside or outside the existing wards."

Ginny spoke up. "What about putting wards that start with minor jinxes and build to Vanishing. Put the minor jinx wards inside the existing ones and have them get progressively worse, until entering the house Vanishes the intruder to the cells under Potter Castle."

"If we did it with runestones we could charge them here with a drawing rune and set them up wherever we wanted. If we then put the stones inside the wards protecting the ward anchors, the attackers would have to drop them by main force unless someone already keyed to them dropped the wards."

"Ginny, Hestia, that's brilliant. Until we come up with another use for the excess magic, that's what we will do. We can all make the runestones in class. It will help teach the interactions, too."

"Thank you, Bathsheba. That's what I was thinking, too," Hestia replied as Ginny blushed at the praise.

"Now that that's settled, me laird, I've been thinking about your plan. I'll put you in contact with someone who will hear your plan and then advise Her Majesty. You'll need to write out your plans and the events that have led you to take these drastic measures."

"Alastor, I'm not certain that's a good idea. I mean, what we're planning is a rebellion."

"Amanda, I would have thought a Yank would be all for the idea. We're not rebelling against the Crown, however. Twice in the plan that I read it was stated that you would act at Her Majesty's pleasure. I see our actions more as acting against a usurper, a Ministry in mutiny, and a group of deluded secessionists."

"We 'Yanks', more than anyone, know the price of liberty, Alastor. We've paid it in our millions. Rebellion is not to be taken lightly and could cost dearly in treasure, let alone blood. But the rebellion is a small cost compared to maintaining liberty.

"The United States has maintained its liberty for these two hundred and nineteen years at the cost of over a million Mundane and hundreds of thousands of magical persons' lives. We're now closer to blending the magical and Mundane worlds than anyone has been since Merlin fled Camelot. We can't afford for this to go wrong and set us back. I've been told to inform the Ministry that failure will not be tolerated. I've also been instructed to advise the Queen that the United States stands ready to take over the policing and administration of Britain's magical world."

Amelia blinked. "Err, Amanda, are you sure you wanted to let that out in this room, at this time?"

"Amelia, Harry and Nym know. The bonded could find out if they looked long enough, and I believe I know who Alastor is going to go talk to. Neither Alastor nor my mates can reveal anything they learn from the bonded, and I hate keeping secrets from my loves. Her Majesty is at least aware of the magical world, and I believe Minerva, at least, would remember teaching Andrew."

"Yes, a perfect little monster he was, just like the Weasley twins. Nothing on your parents, Sirius, and Remus, however, Harry. I loved them like my own but I was never so glad to see the back of a set of students. They did take some of the life out of Hogwarts when they left, however," she said with a reminiscent smile.

"Minerva, I don't remember the Prince attending Hogwarts."

"Yes you do, Narcissa-Gryffindor, red hair, Andrew Gotha 71-79; you, Rosmerta and Aurora overlapped him 71-73. You know the family name; before they changed to Windsor, it was Saxe-Coburg-Gotha."

"Ah, no wonder. It was a little tense in Slytherin in those years. I wouldn't have had much time for the younger years."

"All very nice, ladies, but if you please, Ambassador, what you're telling me is that the U.S. will intervene if the Ministry screws up this Voldemort thing?"

Alastor immediately knew he could have said that with a lot less heat as he felt the wave of magic wash over him. Looking toward the head of the table he saw Harry being held by Nym on one side and Hermione on the other, his eyes blazing.

"Errr, forgive me, Amanda, but the question stands."

"Harry, stop that. I can fight my own battles. This is, after all, my turf." She grinned wickedly at him and added, "But we thank our lord for lending his unquestioning support and will remember it fondly." She winked lasciviously and mouthed, "Tonight" and turned to Alastor.

"And you, sir-I'll thank you to moderate your tone. The answer to your question is yes. Our Mundane have already contacted the Prime Minister and offered him all aid and assistance in combating the rising 'terrorist threat'. A team of technomancers and war mages are working with MI5 and MI6. I have an appointment with Her Majesty and the Duke of York on Sunday the fifteenth of August at Balmoral at 1 p.m. By the way, Harry, you'll be attending with me as my bonded. At this appointment I will offer the Queen the assistance of the U.S. Department of Magic."

"So no matter what happens, the U.S. won't let Voldemort get out of hand?"

"No, but we will contain him to Britain at all costs. This is not to say we won't assist the Queen and the Mundane British government; however, we are currently heavily engaged in the former Soviet Union and there are some really nasty things going on in the Balkans, both magical and Mundane."

"So we'll be trapped this island with a Dark Lord should we fail?"

"No, measures will be taken."

Hermione didn't like the sound of that. "What measures, Amanda?"

"Hermione, I will not discuss operational details outside of the bond. If you want to know, go look."

Amanda suddenly felt all of her mates looking at the relevant memories and thoughts.

Hermione thought she was going to be sick.

Alastor said, "The Americans are already training a mixed, magical and Mundane, sea-air-land joint strike force at least a Corps in strength. The eighteenth airborne Corps with support from the first mage Corps is training to conduct evacuation missions.

"The Americans will emplace runestone-driven anti-Apparation and anti-Portkey wards covering the whole of Britain. They will then land paratroops and war mages of the first magical Corps by parachute and air assault and begin evacuating Britain.

"The first stage of the evacuation will be a roundup followed by a Legilimency probe of each individual to establish whether or not the person is worth evacuating. Death Eaters, blood purists, and criminals will be left behind.

"If the Legilimency probe is blocked, the person will be subdued and questioned under Veritaserum. The same criteria for evacuation apply. All evacuations will be by one-time ward-keyed Portkey to a central location, probably in the U.S. southwest desert. While doing this evacuation they will also be conducting reconnaissance.

"The land component of the Joint Corps will attack to seize a beachhead, including a deep-water port. They will then land heavy mechanized forces and attack to seize the targets developed by their recce.

"If they receive a certain amount of casualties-I don't know the number-they will go defensive, complete the evacuation, and reduce the unseized targets with bombardment from orbit-or if they don't yet have that capability, ICBMs.

"Depending on the methods used for target reduction, the population will be returned as soon as possible and an American governor installed over the British Ministry of Magic."

"Very astute, Alastor."

"Amanda, lass, I was on the panel that developed the plan. The reciprocal plan was much the same."

Rita asked, "What exactly is an IBMC?"

Hermione answered in a very small voice, "ICBM, Inter Continental Ballistic Missile. A Mug-err-Mundane device that will deliver an explosive device to a target. Normally each is armed with several bombs that are individually targeted and deliver what is essentially a piece of the sun to the target. The Americans have tested devices of this type capable of atomizing islands the size of the Isle of Wight. They also poison the earth where they explode and cause horrific, lingering effects for generations after."

"Muggles can do this?" Rita asked in a very strained voice.

Hermione nodded. "And have. The Americans invented these devices during the war with Grindlewald, which they know as the Second World War. They employed two of these devices to end the war. Even after Grindlewald was defeated, the last remaining member of his Axis, Japan, continued to fight.

"The war that the Empire of Japan fought in the Pacific against the Allied forces, including the British Far East forces and the Americans, but mainly the Americans, was a brutal, no-holds-barred total war. It made the conflict in Europe look like a gentleman's match at fisticuffs by comparison. Often entire populations were wiped out by the Japanese. Those who weren't killed were enslaved, the good-looking women for sex and everyone else including the children and old people for labor. The Americans in turn would wipe out the Japanese because they refused to surrender.

"The Americans estimated one million casualties if they invaded Japan. Instead they dropped the second and third of these nuclear devices ever created on Japan after secretly testing the first. Each device destroyed an entire city. On 6 August 1945 the city of Hiroshima was bombed; by that December an estimated 140,000 people had died; it's thought that more than 60,000 died when the bomb exploded. Three days later the city of Nagasaki was bombed; 74,000 people were reported dead by December, most of them probably killed in the initial explosion. Civilization virtually ceased to exist in those two areas. Less than a week after the second bomb was dropped, the Emperor of Japan surrendered unconditionally to Allied forces led by the United States.

"And as bleak a picture as that is-in spite of all the death and destruction that those devices wreaked over fifty years ago-consider this: those bombs contained only a small fraction of the power that Muggle weapons of mass destruction are capable of now." There was an appalled silence as they imagined the implications and possibilities.

Chu said, "What Hermione failed to mention is that the Dark Lady Yurikiku was resident in Hiroshima when it was bombed. She was vaporized, thereby ending the Darks' control of Japan."

"Amanda, what exactly does bombardment from orbit consist of?" Hermione asked in a small voice.

"It's possible to calculate the trajectory of an object to a very precise degree. In an orbital bombardment, very massive projectiles, nickel iron asteroids, would be accelerated out of orbit in Earth's LaGrange points and into trajectories that would land them on specific targets at astronomical velocities. Essentially it would be equivalent to a man-made large meteorite strike."

Hermione gasped, and all of the mates saw the potential horror that could result play out in her mind. The island of Britain could be obliterated; a mistake could plunge the world into an ice age.

Alastor decided it was time to move things along to happier places. "All right, I believe we have enough to think on now, so if you please, it's time for DADA."

Harry rose and offered Nym his arm. She rose and they went to the gym.

"Ladies, this will not get that bad. We will have none of what was just discussed. I will kill Voldemort, we will eliminate the evil in our society one way or the other, and we will establish an enlightened rule for all magical creatures guided by the Queen and pointed at assisting the Mundane and bringing our world more into the twentieth century."

They arrived in the gym and Harry flashed into a burning fury. He whipped out his wand and began attacking the thirty-five Death Eaters that stood there. Hermione pushed Nym behind her and started backing toward the door while Ginny, Susan, and Daphne fired their highest-powered Bombardas. Susan started on the left and worked her way in toward the middle, blasting each target to atoms before moving to the next. Daphne started on the right, doing the same thing. Ginny was picking off Death Eaters that got close to Harry.

Harry was causing wholesale destruction. His Bombardas left his wand in blinding bolts and vaporized whatever they touched in five-meter-wide swaths. He held his left hand palm out and a translucent golden shield flowed from his palm, sealing the room from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. His shield did not hinder his or his mates' casting but blocked everything from the Death Eater end of the room. Hermione backed Nym out the door and stood holding it; the rest of the mates flowed in the gym to her left and right, moving to flank the Death Eaters and beginning to engage them. Harry realized that these were not real Death Eaters when the edge of one of his Bombardas ripped one in half and only sawdust spilled out. Then, eleven seconds after it had started, it was over.

Alastor walked into the gym. "Well, I see we'll have to do some Charms work before we begin class, but let's start with what our American comrades call an after-action review. I'll take the role of the enemy commander."

"I arranged for these thirty-five Death Eater training simacrula to be transported here by Dobby and Winky while we were at lunch. The simacrula were programmed to attack whatever came through that door using Stunners. They were to start from a passive posture. In other words, they did not have their wands drawn."

"Normally, here the Blue force or friendly commander would brief his plan."

"I can do that, Alastor."

"Really, Harry? You actually had a plan?"

"When I saw the Death Eaters-sorry, I thought they were real."

Alastor smiled.

"I ordered Hermione to get Nym out danger. I ordered Daphne, Susan, and Ginny to start covering Hermione and Nym's withdrawal. I began destroying as many of them as possible with the intent of withdrawing once Hermione got Nym out. I would collapse the screen that Ginny, Daphne, and Susan were providing and back out after they left. Luna and Ann were guarding the hallway behind us. The enemy was destroyed before we could fully execute our plan."

"Where did all that planning come from, Harry?"

"Amelia, I think."

"Okay, Harry. Ginny, Susan, and Daphne-anything to add?"

"No, Alastor," Ginny said. Susan and Daphne nodded in agreement with her.

"Anyone else?"

Harry cringed; he had felt Nym building into a towering fury.

"Harry James Potter, if you ever have one of our mates push me out of a fight again I'll beat you into a bloody pulp."

"You can stow that right now, Tonks. You don't appreciate what he was doing. You only see the need to protect him and fight with him. What you have to realize is that now that you're bonded, if Harry dies you're the only hope of any of these women surviving. Harry was already decisively engaged and he acted, either on instinct or at direction from Amelia, to protect you so that in case he couldn't withdraw or was killed, you could assume control of the bond."

"That assumes I would live, Alastor."

The room was stunned into silence.

Harry moved to Nym and took her in his arms. She collapsed against his chest with tears running down her face. "Nym, you have to live no matter what. If I die, you're the only hope of these women and eventually our children."

In a tiny voice Nym said, "I know, Harry, and I will-but I won't like it."

"Okay, Nym, I won't either."

She smiled weakly at him and he kissed her very thoroughly.

"Not to interrupt, me laird, but the day wears on."

Harry broke the kiss and sent his love into the bond. It made the mates' knees weak.

The mates moved around the room casting the Reparo charm. They had to try several times, upping the power level each time on the simacrula bits they found. They still ended up short fifteen of the constructs.

While they did this Alastor asked, "Harry, what was your intent?"

"I intended to get us out of the line of fire and then away from here. Set up somewhere else and regroup."

"Good reaction, Harry. Always live to fight another day."

"Okay, now that we've cleaned up a little we'll start on the basic Auror spells and work our way through as many as we can each day. When we run out of those, we'll start on whatever spells we can research to see if they have applications for combat."

Moody then took them through an hour of casting spells that, while not new to them, had never been cast by some of them before. The last fifteen minutes of class they dueled each other.

Weapons class was the same; they were introduced to a weapon, lectured on the aspects of it, and shown the basics, and then they dueled. So far they were only using bladed weapons.

Stealth and Tracking was different. They were taught how to silence their movements and then told to find each other. Moody blocked the light coming into the gym and extinguished the lights for this. When there was only one person left he had each of them talk about how they found someone.

Unarmed Combat was just that. They were paired up and shown basic movements of Marie's unique fighting style that mixed several martial arts, and then they practised these moves on one another.

Dinner was a fun meal, with Moody gone for the day. They ate and talked, and after Su finished eating she came and crawled in Harry's lap, vanishing both of their clothes in the appropriate places, she licked his neck, and as his body responded she spread her legs and wiggled around until she had him lodged against her. Then she continued licking, nibbling, and kissing him until he expanded directly into her. She slowly rocked her pelvis back and forth, smiling, as her mates watched first Su achieve release and then Harry bathe her vagina in his come. She shuddered and clung to him like a monkey.

The mates were amazed. Tiny little Su was so quiet and composed, but then she would get an urge and crawl aboard Harry no matter where they were.

Harry stood and took Su with him to the bath in the master suite. It became a passing parade for Harry, with three different mates getting their release along the way. Harry climbed into bed and Nym rolled into his right side, threw her leg across him, snuggled her head into his shoulder, and slept.