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Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 10
9 August 1995 (Sidereal)
9 August 1995 (Off Sidereal)

Harry woke early in the morning and sat up. He found Minerva among the mates that were in bed with him and maneuvered himself to her without waking anyone. Casting a warming charm on her so the draft wouldn't wake her, he lifted the sheet gently off of her and stared at her. He was fascinated by her lithe, highly defined body. It wasn't better than any of his other mates', but for some reason every time he saw her nude he was hypnotized.

"Stunning, isn't she, Harry?"

"Yes, Nym, and brilliant, with a will of iron. I know I should be ashamed for my magic finding her and taking her life away like this, but I'm not, I'm thrilled. I'm awed that she would even consider me."

Nym chuckled.

"Errrh, that's not meant to be any kind of slight, Nym."

"I know, Harry. Don't pay too much attention to the Slytherins; they're mostly just having fun. Now go on, wake her up. I want to feel her lose control."

Harry moved into contact with Minerva, low against her left side. He began kissing her and exploring her with his mouth, starting at the bottom of her ribcage.

Nym pulled the sheet back up over them and Finited Harry's warming charm.

Harry moved up and across Minerva's ribcage and over the middle of her belly. He gently nibbled his way down her belly, using only his lips. As Harry drifted his lips through her sparse pubic hair, Minerva awoke. She moved her arms under the sheets and massaged Harry's scalp lovingly. He continued down and nuzzled his lips into her, searching and tasting and teasing.

Minerva was currently using all of her iron will to keep from screaming his name and shamelessly begging him to take her. She wanted to feel him inside her; not that she didn't love what he was doing, but oh, Morgana, she needed him badly.

Harry moved his mouth up and locked his lips around her clit. He stroked it with his tongue and then he said, "I love you," in Parseltongue. Minerva lost control at that point, she could not have told you why, and it was as if he'd cast a spell on her. She wanted to be covered like a pureblood mare.

Minerva clenched and came. In the midst of her orgasm she pulled Harry up her body and when he bumped her entrance she moved her pelvis into the correct position and continued to pull on his head. He glided into her and she groaned when she felt him hit her cervix.

Minerva looked up at Harry and for the first time in her until now rather proper life said, "Oh, please, fuck me, fuck me hard."

A startled Harry started slowly but built to a furious pace, Minerva urging him on. They didn't last long, and as they peaked simultaneously, each of them surrendered to the other.

They remained locked together, lost in each other's minds, and Nym levitated them both to the tub. She put them in and held their heads out of the water in her lap. Her tears wet both their faces as she cried in happiness for Minerva. At the same time, Minerva and Harry reached out both in the bond and physically and pulled Nym into their joining. They continued to make love in the tub until they could no longer continue.

Hestia sighed, and getting up from the bench beside the wall, from which she had watched them, she levitated them back to the bed to recuperate. It was early still, so they had time.

When Harry awoke next it was to Minerva lovingly suckling at his cock. When he started to protest, she took the sensitive ring of flesh surrounding his crown firmly in her teeth. She stared hard at him, shook her head, and released his crown.

Staring into his eyes, she pushed herself slowly down his length until her lips met the base. Then she swallowed and slowly pulled back. She was applying as much suction as she could, and at his crown again she circled the ridge of flesh with her tongue as she breathed. Harry groaned and filled her mouth. Minerva moaned and swallowed. She was amazed at the power she had at this moment. She had wanted to make him come and she had, despite his reservations and resistance. She had dominated him; she was dizzy with her surging power for a moment, and then, feeling him surrender to her utterly, she gave herself completely to Harry.

Nym woke, feeling them completely inside each other again, and looked at them. She chuckled and then pulled Minerva off of Harry's cock and up his chest. She covered them with the sheet and went into the ensuite, where she joined Daphne in the shower.

Harry woke to an empty bed and the sight of Minerva's very firm, athletically rounded rump entering the ensuite. He left the bed like a predator and followed her into the shower. His planned assault of Minerva went wrong when he was ambushed by Mandy. She caught him entering the shower area, tripped him onto the floor where she had cast a cushioning charm, straddled him, and sat down, impaling herself in a reverse cowboy.

The mates chuckled and then laughed uproariously as Mandy's efforts pushed the surprised, wet Harry around on the cushioned floor like a hockey puck. Hermione had the presence of mind to cast a cushioning charm on the walls as well, which had the effect of making Harry and the wildly thrusting Mandy bounce around the shower area like a pinball. When they finally coasted to a stop, Harry had come in Mandy and she was thoroughly satisfied. Harry tried to be mad but kept seeing the replay from multiple angles. Mandy, however, achieved a brilliant pink all over her body as she was mercilessly chided by her mates. Finally she gave in and laughed with them.

Nym felt it was time to establish some order. "All right, everyone, rodeo is over. Mandy is our all-around Cowgirl based on her bareback and bull-wrestling performance. Let's go to PT."

They proceeded through their day and accomplished a lot. In PT everyone increased both in weight and number of repetitions. Their running paces all increased. Even the cold water at the end took longer to become painful, and Hermione took the opportunity to do a couple of laps, starting a new trend.

At breakfast the cowgirl and bronco comments flew thick and fast for the first few moments, and then they settled into a happy discussion for once, with no earth-shattering events to discuss, just the gentle give and take of friends, and in this case, lovers.

Moody stumped in and looked around, and he smiled. Minerva immediately challenged him.

"Alastor, I'm sure Marie or Ann can take care of that for you."

"What's that, Minerva?"

"Why, whatever is causing that horrible expression. Surely you're in pain from that look."

"Ah, lass, it hasn't been that long, has it?"

Minerva was suddenly very serious. "Yes, in fact, it has, Alastor, and much too long for you and I both to smile."

Alastor nodded to her.

The conversation picked back up and soon they headed to Runes. In Runes they made runestones for the wards, carving the runes for the spells they wanted them to cast or the function they were to perform. Lastly they carved in the charging runes. The stones were rough semiprecious gemstones. They levitated the box of them to the entry hall, which was the room most centrally located to the three wings, and left them there to charge.

Charms and Transfiguration were much more the type of lecture/lab session Hermione had imagined, with them getting into university-level work. They began to touch on the theoretical aspect toward the end of the class. Hermione and the Ravenclaw mates went away from class determined to test the limits of their casting abilities. There would be many raids on family libraries during the normal-time day.

Lunch was another very genial meal. As they left the dining room, Alastor's Death Eater simacrula attacked from both directions. Harry took the left side and Nym the right. They both cast Vanishing charms as hard as they could, and all of the simacrula were transported to the dungeons under Potter Castle.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Nym bellowed in a stunned Alastor's face. All of the Auror-trained mates rolled around on the floor laughing while Alastor pouted. Minerva, unable to resist, conjured a wizard camera and took a picture of Alastor.

"Me laird, those simacrula cost money, you know."

Harry, chuckling, replied, "It's okay, Alastor. We Vanished them to the dungeons under Potter Castle. Geoffrey will bring them back to you any time you need them."

Alastor suddenly got a crafty gleam in his eye, and all the Auror-trained mates stopped laughing.

"Uh-oh, what are you planning, Alastor?"

"Me? Planning? Why, nothing, Lady Potter."

"Everyone be alert. He'll have those dummies popping in at all hours of the day and night," Nym sent into the bond.

For DADA it was spells first and then Duels. Alastor had Harry take on two very advanced simacrula that could cast spells and were heavily shielded. He also came up with a set of magic restrictors and snapped them on Harry. The restrictors reduced Harry's magic to levels the dummies could tolerate.

Hestia looked at the restrictors when she felt something hot on her wrist. "Harry, stop for a minute." Harry stopped fighting the dummies and Alastor called them off.

"What is it, Hestia?"

"Harry, didn't you feel the heat from the restrictors? It would have burned you soon."

"I was supposed to fight, Hestia so I ignored it."

"Harry, we have to have a long talk about the difference between healthy dedication and unhealthy obsession."

"I'm dedicated to protecting you all, Hannah, whatever I have to do, however much it hurts."

"Okay, stay mad at that, Hannah."

"Easy, Tracey. Harry, how are you going to protect me with no hands? And even if you can, wouldn't you rather have them so you can do this?" Hannah stepped up to Harry, took his hands in hers, and placed them on her breasts.

"Errmm, I'm right here, lass," Moody said with his head turned.

Tracey said, "I bow before the greatness of the Princess of Puff."

Hannah smirked at her and stuck her tongue out.

"Ladies, back on point, please," Hestia said, examining the restrictor bracelets.

Hannah suppressed her reply of, "He is," and the mates chuckled as they heard it and felt her little shiver in the bond.

"These are rune-driven. Let's see, this should work. Okay, Harry, go again."

Harry started dueling and the fight got more intense than it had been the first time, when she'd felt the heat.

The mates went back to dueling.

Soon they took a break and watched Harry, who was still dueling.

"Hestia, what did you do to the restrictors?"

"What would you have done, Hermione?"

"I would have modified the rune set to send the excess magic somewhere. Oh! Where did you send it?"

"To the runestones."

Hermione blinked and then headed toward the entry hall.

When she got there, she said, "Errrh, Hestia, I think we need more stones or something."

Hestia frowned and went to the entrance hall, picking up increasingly panicky feelings from Hermione on the way.

She reached the entry hall and could only stand stunned.

In the entry hall the runestones were glowing and floating around the room. Occasionally two of them would engage each other in a brief cursing duel. The stronger stones seemed to be staking out territories and...interviewing and testing... errrh, allies? Maybe vassals was a better word.

Nym walked up behind Hestia. "Wotcher, Hestia? Merlin, woman, what's wrong with you?"

Hestia had jumped completely in the air and spun around, drawing her wand. "Morgana, Nym, don't sneak up on people."

Nym looked at Hestia and collapsed into laughter. "What happened? Moody's Death Eater dummies show up?"

"No, Nym, look." Hestia pointed into the entry hall, where there were now two distinct camps of floating, glowing runestones.

As they watched, the brightest stone of one camp, the obvious leader, sailed across the room and stopped in front of the obvious leader of the other camp. That stone advanced slowly until they bumped gently against each other. They glowed more brightly for a second and then began to pulsate together.

"Hestia, what's going on with the rocks?"

The other stones slowly but surely began pulsing at the same rate as the two brightest stones. As they did, they gathered around the brightest and sank to the ground in a distinct pattern.


"Like, I know, Nym, but that symbol is a Aegishjalmur-in English, an Aegishjalmur. It's for protection and irresistibility in battle."

"And the stones made it on their own?"

"I don't know, Hermione. I need to study the arrangement of the individual stones. The runes could be doing it, or...I just don't know. The pattern they're lying in would probably have the effect of amplifying their power, however."

"Is it safe?"

"I believe so, Hermione. The runes were designed with the protection of this house in mind, so I think that combined with the Aegishjalmur indicates they're doing that. I haven't ever seen stones with this much power, though."

They all looked at each other. Nym shrugged. They slowly made their way back to the gym.

Harry had finally been Stunned by the dummies. Nym walked back into the gym and saw him lying on the floor.

"Harry, get up. It's time for weapons class."

"I can't, Nym, they Stunned me."

"Harry, how are you talking to me?"

"I'm just talking, Nym."

Nym's brow furrowed as she thought about it. She walked over to Harry and, deep in thought, extended her hand and said, "Ennervate."

A broad, butter-yellow beam left her hand and connected to Harry.

Harry sat up. "Thanks, Nym. That was really weird."

"If you think that was weird, you should see what happened in the entry hall."

"I did. That was weird, too."

"Oh, sorry. I've gotten so used to you being there, I guess I forgot you were there."

The mates goggled and then laughed. Ginny said, "Morgana, they've only been together six days! You'd expect it to take longer to forget about the raging sex machine running around in your head."

Nym gave her a glare and got a delicate pink tongue in return.

"Ladies, if you don't mind? Weapons."

Everyone turned to Alastor and class began. It consisted of learning more of the basic movements, followed by practise and then duels. Nym, dueling Harry, was impressed with the progress he had made. He attacked viciously but with thought and power. He never made the same mistake twice, either.

Alastor watched Harry. The boy-no, young man-had developed a bizarre but effective style. He recognized moves from Amelia, Emmeline, Hestia, and Tonks. He knew that Tonks was pushing him damn hard, but she was also being pushed equally hard.

Stealth and Tracking turned into another Harry-hunting session, but the way his mates played was much, much better than the way Dudley and his gang played. Harry remembered Alastor's comment, and as soon as the lights went out he started silently popping around the room, trying to stop himself before he arrived at his destination.

He had almost succeeded-he thought-when a pair of arms circled him from behind.

Septima licked him behind his ear while she projected to him alone, "This doesn't count as my turn in the rota."

She pulled him behind the doors she was standing against and cast silencing and locking charms.

When only one mate remained uncaught, the lights came back up.

"Grrr."

"What, Nym?"

"Septima caught him," she said just as Septima and Harry's orgasm washed over them.

"But he lasted longer this time, Nym."

Nym was momentarily confused, then blushed slightly. Her mates chuckled. Harry and Septima chose that moment to step out of the room they had been in. Harry looked at the blushing Nym and said, "What?"

The mates laughed out loud. When they all heard him think, "Women!" they laughed louder.

Nym collected Harry from Septima and said, "Come on, Harry, it's time for Marie to beat on us some more."

Unarmed combat was fun and Harry worked very hard on the moves Marie showed him. The fighting was fun also because Marie had borrowed a dummy for Harry to fight, as he was too afraid of hurting one of his mates to really fight hard. Harry turned loose completely on the dummy and took out all of his frustrations on it.

"Interesting fighting style Harry's developing, Marie."

"Yes, it is, Alastor. A little more unconventional than even I use, but effective."

"Might want to talk to him about wasting energy. I mean, climbing on the dummy's shoulders to kick it in the head is a bit inefficient."

"But it appears to be fun, and you have to admit it's tough to counter."

Harry finally kicked the dummy's head completely off and Nym announced, "Okay, everyone. Now that Harry is through with his anger management exercise, let's eat."

Harry pouted outrageously as he offered Nym his arm. "I was just having fun, Nym."

In the dining room they laughed and joked their way through dinner. As plates of fruit appeared for afters, Harry said, "Right-well, we have nothing special going on until the twelfth that I know of. Does anyone else have anything?"

"You're going to 'rape' me on the fourteenth in Madam Malkin's, Harry."

Harry winced and looked at Narcissa.

"And we meet the Prince and Queen on the fifteenth at Balmoral, Harry."

"Okay. First, I don't think I need to act out the rape on you yet, Narcissa."

Narcissa pouted.

Harry chuckled and continued, "We don't really need to get you away from Malfoy yet. Until he begins to think you're compromised, I believe you're best left where you are. If he starts showing signs, then we'll pull you out using that plan, but we'll add in killing you by substituting a simacrula for you in the dressing room."

"Here's how I see it happening. You notify us, using the bond, that you need out. You then maneuver Draco and Lucius into taking you to Madam Malkin's or some other public place. The place will require a dressing room or restroom. I and whoever is with me at the time travel to where you are, and using glamors and Transfigured clothing we assume the appearance of Death Eaters. We take over the location where you are and secure it from outside entry. You and I then have some very rough sex in public and at some point during it I drag you out of sight of Lucius and/or Draco. We Portkey you out and the simacrula in and then give it the Killing Curse. We then leave. I expect to use this once you become pregnant. We really need a spy inside, so I'm hoping to keep you there as long as possible."

Narcissa waggled an eyebrow. "We should practise, Harry."

"If you really want to after this is all over, I'll take you in the middle of Diagon Alley on Hogwarts letter day."

Narcissa stopped her outrageous fake pouting and said, "Yes, my lord."

Harry was left wondering what exactly she-or he-had agreed to.

"Me laird, you'll want Nym, Hestia, or Emmeline to arrive on scene just as you flee. If they're not the Aurors that receive the call, then they can just happen to be in the area and see the disturbance. Also, while the simacrula are good, they won't stand up to very close examination, so you'll need to cast some spell that disfigures this one wandlessly, as well as the Killing Curse with either a different wand or wandlessly."

"Where do I get another wand, Alastor?"

"I'll have a broad assortment here soon, Harry. We'll match everyone as well as possible."

"Thank you, Amelia."

Harry thought a moment and then said, "Geoffrey?"

The elf popped into the room. Today he looked less like a caricature of a human. He was wearing a nicely tailored dark green robe with the Potter crest on the left breast.

"Milord?"

"Geoffrey, can you please arrange to have as wide an assortment of wands as possible brought here soon?"

"Of course, milord."

"Thank you."

Geoffrey bowed and popped away.

Harry said, "Ladies, any time you need anything, please just ask Geoffrey. He has access to the Potter accounts, so there's no need for you all to continue spending your money on things we need for fighting Vulturewart. You too, Alastor."

Alastor started to protest, then just shook his head. "As you wish, me laird. I'll be taking my leave now, however."

Harry smiled at him and nodded, and Alastor left.

"Harry, I need to go over some things with you for the fifteenth, but I can do it in the bond."

"All right, Amanda. Now, ladies, what do we have planned for this evening?" Harry grinned lasciviously at Septima.

Cho said, "Not so fast there, Harry. We decided to do more Mind Arts first, and I get to be your partner this evening."

Septima pouted outrageously.

Harry chuckled and stood, offering Nym his arm. "Well, let's go, then."

The bonded wandered into the gym and conjured the bean bags again. They sat, Cho directly in Harry's lap, and began concentrating. Soon they were all in their minds storing memories away.

Harry stored his memories and then began his attempt to gain access to Cho's mind. An hour later Cho was a literally steaming puddle of sweat. She was completely satiated and unable to move, even to speak.

Harry wasn't much better off, but he had been successful in finding the memory of the thought that Chu had given Cho for Harry to find, or rather, for Cho to protect. Harry's condition was at least somewhat attributable to his success, because that memory had been Chu's orgasm when she was trying to get pregnant by Harry. The feelings that underlay her orgasm had been overwhelming.

Chu congratulated Harry and pulled him to his feet. Septima took him to the shower room and stripped him. They stepped into the shower, and Harry pushed her up against the wall and dropped to his knees. Septima lasted about five minutes, until she started into the long series of orgasms. When she could no longer stand, Harry lowered her to the floor, which suddenly had cushioning charms, and, bracing himself above her so he could keep eye contact, he took her with joyous abandon.

When Septima was too sensitive to continue, Harry found himself in a puppy pile of mates back on the bean bags again.

The rota got reset to Emmeline as Harry took the seven women remaining on it. Completion came moderately quickly for each of them, but by the time he was done they were satisfied and he was knackered. The mates let him rest as they talked among themselves. It was amazing to just relax and talk while Harry radiated this kind of aggressive, possessive contentment.

After thirty minutes of resting Harry was gently nudged awake and they made their way to the entry hall. Hestia looked around and noticed that the runestones were gone. She could still feel them, however, so she cast, "Ostendo sum rune calx."

The floor turned translucent and the Aegishjalmur glowed, pulsing beneath their feet.

"Well, now we know where they went," Harry said, and everyone looked at him. He shrugged and kissed Susan and then Amelia. He went around the entry hall, as Hestia's charm faded and the floor turned opaque again, kissing the mates goodbye who were not staying at Grimmauld Place.

When they had all gone, Harry spread his arms and Nym, Hermione, Hestia, and Ginny stepped in close to him. They silently disappeared.

Reappearing in Harry's room at Grimmauld Place at seven minutes after midnight on the tenth, the mates went through the bathroom and Hermione and Ginny exited out of Nym and Hestia's door and went up one floor to their room.

Harry fell into bed and was asleep before he hit the mattress.

The mates touched him mentally and, reassured, drifted into a contented sleep themselves.