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Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 13
1-6 Sept 1995 (Sidereal)
29 Aug - 6 Sep 1995 (off Sidereal)
Harry arrived in the Chamber just after midnight on the first in a towering rage. He stood in the middle of the entry hall of the rebuilt Chamber, shaking with rage. Nym arrived with Marcia and looked at the gathered mates. She handed the chain of the Time-Turner to Hestia on her left and did her head count as it was passed around the group and back to her. She wound the Time-Turner and then let it spin.
As soon as it stopped, Harry walked away from the group. He entered the gym. Nym and the mates trailed behind him.
As soon as Harry entered the room the training dummies, all fifty of them, attacked him. He obliterated the first ten and then got creative. He cast spells that incinerated them, peeled them like onions, struck them with bolts of lightning, melted some into puddles and crumbled others to dust.
The whole time he was screaming in incoherent rage in his head. The dummies lasted about two minutes, and then he started on the Chamber.
Geoffrey and the Potter elves popped in and they and the mates were kept busy reinforcing the steadily enlarging chamber.
Harry finally collapsed, exhausted and uncommunicative. Four hours later, after ensuring the Chamber would not collapse, the mates went to bed. Harry remained sitting cross-legged where he had collapsed.
In the morning Nym found him in the same place.
"You want to talk about it?"
"No, Nym."
"Okay. Come eat breakfast, then."
Harry rose and followed her to the reconstructed dining room.
The mates had no need to ask what was wrong. They had seen it all in his mind. Hermione had written a transcript for Moody and Marcia.
Wizards are sheep; they blindly follow whatever the Ministry mouthpiece tells them. Ron being made Prefect and being Ron, people Harry has known for four years turning on him yet again, Parkinson the Death Eater whore being made a Prefect, Thestrals-he could see the Thestrals pulling the carriages-and Umbitch teaching were just some of the subjects covered.
Moody read it all and shook his head. "I don't know what to say, lad. I don't even really know where to start. I guess Dumbledore's enemies have gotten so numerous that they're fighting him on all fronts and he's getting desperate."
"Yeah, well, let's train."
The next three days were spent in training. Harry trained with a focus that was scary. Moody substituted golems for the simacrula as training dummies, since they were magic-resistant. He still ended up replacing fifteen to twenty of them a day. Harry would go into some kind of berserker rage and destroy them, even with the restrictor bands in place. The set of wardstones produced this turning were so powerful that they were almost sentient. Harry was burned horribly around the wrist. He asked Geoffrey to take the stones to Potter Castle and cast them out over Godric's Hollow.
Finally, on the last morning Turned, Harry took Nym to a private room he had created and gently, slowly made love with her. He had rebuffed all other advances by the mates. They understood but they were hurt. Harry begged their forgiveness and told them that he couldn't make love with them when he was blindly furious.
They felt his fear over what would happen if he did and let him be.
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On the second Turning, much the same thing happened. Alastor had managed to get two hundred golems in the Chamber, though, and Hestia snapped the restrictors on Harry as soon as she arrived with them. Harry still destroyed most of the golems before he collapsed in exhaustion and Alastor turned them off. The two fresh clay golems-well, what had been fresh clay-stood glowing red-hot and making pinging and popping noises.
Nym picked Harry up in the gym and this time she didn't say a word, she just held her hand out to him. Harry was blocking the mates from all but his presence in the bond, except for her.
Hermione had no idea a portion of Harry's rage was directed at her. He knew she was playing a part, but he couldn't stand it and he was shielding everything but a trickle from her. He had almost lost her once he never wanted to go through that or have to do what he did to her again.
Marcia was healing burns on Harry after every DADA training session. The restrictor bands just could not handle the amount of magic Harry was pushing through them.
Anna reported that the wards on the Abbot estate, the Solarium, were so charged that you could see them through the floor and they hummed continuously.
Amelia confirmed the stones at the Ossuary were doing the same thing.
All of their personal stones had turned clear and appeared to be transmuting into what Chu thought would be diamonds.
The third Turning was more of the same.
Harry slowly became able to make love to the mates, but they could feel him suppressing his rage to do it. Only Nym could lift him all the way past it as they made love. They were heartsore. Harry was becoming depressed.
The fourth and fifth Turnings were basically the same.
Poor Marcia was becoming increasingly desperate.
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The sixth Turning was completely different. Harry arrived and was completely without emotion.
After Nym used the Time-Turner, Harry said, "Please meet me in the dining room."
Harry turned and walked into the dining room. The mates arrived and he seated Nym.
Harry sat and spoke. "Dolores Umbridge is a Death Eater. I have sent letters to all the parents of the non-Death-Eater-aligned families anonymously advising them of this fact, as well as the fact of Snape being a Death Eater and the Headmaster being mad.
"After this Turning I will be leaving Hogwarts. Dumbledore has become too senile to be useful. We will set up training at Potter Castle and Amelia will arrange for both OWL and then NEWT testing.
"You may inform your families that you have departed Hogwarts and they may visit us at Potter Castle."
The school-age bonded exploded. Hermione was heard first. "Harry, what about all of our friends here?"
"We will continue the plan as I have outlined to the Queen, Hermione. We will use whatever intelligence we can gather to foil Death Eater attacks, but I will not stay in this hell-hole any longer.
"As it is now, the only thing preventing me from completely abandoning wizarding Britain as a bad job best forgotten is the oath I swore to the realm.
"I will leave Saturday at noon from here. If you are not here, know that I will always love you and do my best to protect you."
Harry rose and left the room.
The bonded, Moody, and Marcia sat stunned.
"The lad doesn't half throw a wobbler, does he?"
"No, Alastor, he doesn't; but this is completely out of order."
Nym stood and looked at Minerva. She snorted and left.
"Well, what did that mean?"
Daphne could stand it no longer. "Hermione, are you mental? A week ago in real time you pushed him to the point that he almost killed you rebonding you and now you supposedly don't understand?
"How in the fuck did you ever become the purported 'smartest witch of your age'? Your lord is being tortured by two Death Eaters, a moron-who, by the way, you still seem to want to fuck-and a cross-section of wizarding Britain that are stupid at worst and dangerously naïve at best, all this under the very nose of the purported 'leader of the light'.
"Do me a favor and don't show up tomorrow. While Harry may always love you, I may kill you.
"Minerva, decide whether you want Dumbledore or Harry. You can't have both."
Daphne rose and stalked from the dining room.
Hermione looked like she would burst into tears any second. Susan held Hermione's hand. "Hermione, I love you, but please think before you speak. People are on edge right now because of the pain Harry is in. Every time you contribute to it they feel it. Right now you're being forced to contribute to it. He knows that, and he's trying to control his anger, but please don't contribute further when we're alone."
The Primaries went to the master suite and the other mates wandered off in groups to their beds.
The bond hummed with planning for their withdrawal to Potter Castle.
The rest of that Turn went well, and a relaxed Harry spent all of the time when he wasn't training catching up on his physical relations with his mates.
He was under Minerva and she was riding him in a long, slow grind when he suddenly said, "Minerva, do you need to stay here with Dumbledore?"
Minerva froze and looked Harry in the eye. "Harry James Potter, if you ever mention that old goat again while we're making love, I may never forgive you. Now, finish what you started, and then we'll talk."
A half-hour later in the giant tub, Minerva said, "Harry, I worry more about the students than about Albus. You're going to take four Professors and eighteen of their schoolmates from the school when you go. If you ever accuse me of wanting him, Harry, you had better be ready to die."
"What do you suggest, Minerva?"
"Hermione has to be gotten away from here. The other girls want to go. I would suggest that you and the school-age girls remove to Potter Castle and the rest of us continue as we are. We can continue to train as we do now using this transportation method you developed to transport ourselves back and forth. That way we maintain our intelligence sources and still accomplish your goals."
Nym stepped down into the bath. Harry watched her and then the Primaries as they all joined him and Minerva.
"Nym, your thoughts?"
"I think you need to make love to me."
"I meant about Minerva's plan, Nym."
"Didn't Minerva say it, Harry? Let's go with wisdom on this, Harry. Now come to bed and fuck me. Then we're going to bond Marcia." The mates all snickered across the bond as Nym dragged a shocked Harry away to his fate.
An hour later Marcia was pushed into bed with Harry by Ginny and Hestia, who then lay on the bed with Nym and the other Primaries and watched as Harry turned Marcia's world inside out. As she dropped into the bonding orgasm Ginny took Hestia with her mouth and Susan and Daphne pinned Hermione to the mattress and ravaged her, Daphne face-down in her, holding her right at the edge of an orgasm, and Susan riding her face. They all orgasmed as Harry did. The walls of the Chamber rang and the light exploded from all the bonded.
Nym managed to drop the personal wardstone around Marcia's neck just after she was bonded.
"Thank you, Nym."
"You're welcome, Sarah."
"Nym, tell Susan to sit up a little. Hermione can't breathe."
Nym pushed Susan off of Hermione. "Sarah, you are a naughty girl."
"Not yet, but the next time I see you I think I'm going to find out why Daphne so likes giving Aussie kisses."
"Sarah!" Nym blushed furiously and then giggled as she curled into Harry's right side, Marcia on his left.
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They completed the Turn, and back in normal time they started another day. It turned as miserable as the ones preceding it.
"We'll have to leave tonight. I can't get free of Ron."
The mates concurred with Harry as they all found themselves tied up with the unbonded.
Harry watched what was happening that day very carefully-his encounter with Filch in the Owlery, the Slytherins showing up at practice-and he was more convinced than ever that the school was no longer under Dumbledore's control.
He thought about what he would do for the rest of the day. He knew that as soon as he withdrew the mates, Slytherin would try to take further control of the school.
He finally decided to offer all parents an alternative. But he needed a building to do it in. He would have to talk to Geoffrey.
Chapter 13
1-6 Sept 1995 (Sidereal)
29 Aug - 6 Sep 1995 (off Sidereal)
Harry arrived in the Chamber just after midnight on the first in a towering rage. He stood in the middle of the entry hall of the rebuilt Chamber, shaking with rage. Nym arrived with Marcia and looked at the gathered mates. She handed the chain of the Time-Turner to Hestia on her left and did her head count as it was passed around the group and back to her. She wound the Time-Turner and then let it spin.
As soon as it stopped, Harry walked away from the group. He entered the gym. Nym and the mates trailed behind him.
As soon as Harry entered the room the training dummies, all fifty of them, attacked him. He obliterated the first ten and then got creative. He cast spells that incinerated them, peeled them like onions, struck them with bolts of lightning, melted some into puddles and crumbled others to dust.
The whole time he was screaming in incoherent rage in his head. The dummies lasted about two minutes, and then he started on the Chamber.
Geoffrey and the Potter elves popped in and they and the mates were kept busy reinforcing the steadily enlarging chamber.
Harry finally collapsed, exhausted and uncommunicative. Four hours later, after ensuring the Chamber would not collapse, the mates went to bed. Harry remained sitting cross-legged where he had collapsed.
In the morning Nym found him in the same place.
"You want to talk about it?"
"No, Nym."
"Okay. Come eat breakfast, then."
Harry rose and followed her to the reconstructed dining room.
The mates had no need to ask what was wrong. They had seen it all in his mind. Hermione had written a transcript for Moody and Marcia.
Wizards are sheep; they blindly follow whatever the Ministry mouthpiece tells them. Ron being made Prefect and being Ron, people Harry has known for four years turning on him yet again, Parkinson the Death Eater whore being made a Prefect, Thestrals-he could see the Thestrals pulling the carriages-and Umbitch teaching were just some of the subjects covered.
Moody read it all and shook his head. "I don't know what to say, lad. I don't even really know where to start. I guess Dumbledore's enemies have gotten so numerous that they're fighting him on all fronts and he's getting desperate."
"Yeah, well, let's train."
The next three days were spent in training. Harry trained with a focus that was scary. Moody substituted golems for the simacrula as training dummies, since they were magic-resistant. He still ended up replacing fifteen to twenty of them a day. Harry would go into some kind of berserker rage and destroy them, even with the restrictor bands in place. The set of wardstones produced this turning were so powerful that they were almost sentient. Harry was burned horribly around the wrist. He asked Geoffrey to take the stones to Potter Castle and cast them out over Godric's Hollow.
Finally, on the last morning Turned, Harry took Nym to a private room he had created and gently, slowly made love with her. He had rebuffed all other advances by the mates. They understood but they were hurt. Harry begged their forgiveness and told them that he couldn't make love with them when he was blindly furious.
They felt his fear over what would happen if he did and let him be.
HPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWSPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWSHPATWS
On the second Turning, much the same thing happened. Alastor had managed to get two hundred golems in the Chamber, though, and Hestia snapped the restrictors on Harry as soon as she arrived with them. Harry still destroyed most of the golems before he collapsed in exhaustion and Alastor turned them off. The two fresh clay golems-well, what had been fresh clay-stood glowing red-hot and making pinging and popping noises.
Nym picked Harry up in the gym and this time she didn't say a word, she just held her hand out to him. Harry was blocking the mates from all but his presence in the bond, except for her.
Hermione had no idea a portion of Harry's rage was directed at her. He knew she was playing a part, but he couldn't stand it and he was shielding everything but a trickle from her. He had almost lost her once he never wanted to go through that or have to do what he did to her again.
Marcia was healing burns on Harry after every DADA training session. The restrictor bands just could not handle the amount of magic Harry was pushing through them.
Anna reported that the wards on the Abbot estate, the Solarium, were so charged that you could see them through the floor and they hummed continuously.
Amelia confirmed the stones at the Ossuary were doing the same thing.
All of their personal stones had turned clear and appeared to be transmuting into what Chu thought would be diamonds.
The third Turning was more of the same.
Harry slowly became able to make love to the mates, but they could feel him suppressing his rage to do it. Only Nym could lift him all the way past it as they made love. They were heartsore. Harry was becoming depressed.
The fourth and fifth Turnings were basically the same.
Poor Marcia was becoming increasingly desperate.
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The sixth Turning was completely different. Harry arrived and was completely without emotion.
After Nym used the Time-Turner, Harry said, "Please meet me in the dining room."
Harry turned and walked into the dining room. The mates arrived and he seated Nym.
Harry sat and spoke. "Dolores Umbridge is a Death Eater. I have sent letters to all the parents of the non-Death-Eater-aligned families anonymously advising them of this fact, as well as the fact of Snape being a Death Eater and the Headmaster being mad.
"After this Turning I will be leaving Hogwarts. Dumbledore has become too senile to be useful. We will set up training at Potter Castle and Amelia will arrange for both OWL and then NEWT testing.
"You may inform your families that you have departed Hogwarts and they may visit us at Potter Castle."
The school-age bonded exploded. Hermione was heard first. "Harry, what about all of our friends here?"
"We will continue the plan as I have outlined to the Queen, Hermione. We will use whatever intelligence we can gather to foil Death Eater attacks, but I will not stay in this hell-hole any longer.
"As it is now, the only thing preventing me from completely abandoning wizarding Britain as a bad job best forgotten is the oath I swore to the realm.
"I will leave Saturday at noon from here. If you are not here, know that I will always love you and do my best to protect you."
Harry rose and left the room.
The bonded, Moody, and Marcia sat stunned.
"The lad doesn't half throw a wobbler, does he?"
"No, Alastor, he doesn't; but this is completely out of order."
Nym stood and looked at Minerva. She snorted and left.
"Well, what did that mean?"
Daphne could stand it no longer. "Hermione, are you mental? A week ago in real time you pushed him to the point that he almost killed you rebonding you and now you supposedly don't understand?
"How in the fuck did you ever become the purported 'smartest witch of your age'? Your lord is being tortured by two Death Eaters, a moron-who, by the way, you still seem to want to fuck-and a cross-section of wizarding Britain that are stupid at worst and dangerously naïve at best, all this under the very nose of the purported 'leader of the light'.
"Do me a favor and don't show up tomorrow. While Harry may always love you, I may kill you.
"Minerva, decide whether you want Dumbledore or Harry. You can't have both."
Daphne rose and stalked from the dining room.
Hermione looked like she would burst into tears any second. Susan held Hermione's hand. "Hermione, I love you, but please think before you speak. People are on edge right now because of the pain Harry is in. Every time you contribute to it they feel it. Right now you're being forced to contribute to it. He knows that, and he's trying to control his anger, but please don't contribute further when we're alone."
The Primaries went to the master suite and the other mates wandered off in groups to their beds.
The bond hummed with planning for their withdrawal to Potter Castle.
The rest of that Turn went well, and a relaxed Harry spent all of the time when he wasn't training catching up on his physical relations with his mates.
He was under Minerva and she was riding him in a long, slow grind when he suddenly said, "Minerva, do you need to stay here with Dumbledore?"
Minerva froze and looked Harry in the eye. "Harry James Potter, if you ever mention that old goat again while we're making love, I may never forgive you. Now, finish what you started, and then we'll talk."
A half-hour later in the giant tub, Minerva said, "Harry, I worry more about the students than about Albus. You're going to take four Professors and eighteen of their schoolmates from the school when you go. If you ever accuse me of wanting him, Harry, you had better be ready to die."
"What do you suggest, Minerva?"
"Hermione has to be gotten away from here. The other girls want to go. I would suggest that you and the school-age girls remove to Potter Castle and the rest of us continue as we are. We can continue to train as we do now using this transportation method you developed to transport ourselves back and forth. That way we maintain our intelligence sources and still accomplish your goals."
Nym stepped down into the bath. Harry watched her and then the Primaries as they all joined him and Minerva.
"Nym, your thoughts?"
"I think you need to make love to me."
"I meant about Minerva's plan, Nym."
"Didn't Minerva say it, Harry? Let's go with wisdom on this, Harry. Now come to bed and fuck me. Then we're going to bond Marcia." The mates all snickered across the bond as Nym dragged a shocked Harry away to his fate.
An hour later Marcia was pushed into bed with Harry by Ginny and Hestia, who then lay on the bed with Nym and the other Primaries and watched as Harry turned Marcia's world inside out. As she dropped into the bonding orgasm Ginny took Hestia with her mouth and Susan and Daphne pinned Hermione to the mattress and ravaged her, Daphne face-down in her, holding her right at the edge of an orgasm, and Susan riding her face. They all orgasmed as Harry did. The walls of the Chamber rang and the light exploded from all the bonded.
Nym managed to drop the personal wardstone around Marcia's neck just after she was bonded.
"Thank you, Nym."
"You're welcome, Sarah."
"Nym, tell Susan to sit up a little. Hermione can't breathe."
Nym pushed Susan off of Hermione. "Sarah, you are a naughty girl."
"Not yet, but the next time I see you I think I'm going to find out why Daphne so likes giving Aussie kisses."
"Sarah!" Nym blushed furiously and then giggled as she curled into Harry's right side, Marcia on his left.
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They completed the Turn, and back in normal time they started another day. It turned as miserable as the ones preceding it.
"We'll have to leave tonight. I can't get free of Ron."
The mates concurred with Harry as they all found themselves tied up with the unbonded.
Harry watched what was happening that day very carefully-his encounter with Filch in the Owlery, the Slytherins showing up at practice-and he was more convinced than ever that the school was no longer under Dumbledore's control.
He thought about what he would do for the rest of the day. He knew that as soon as he withdrew the mates, Slytherin would try to take further control of the school.
He finally decided to offer all parents an alternative. But he needed a building to do it in. He would have to talk to Geoffrey.
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