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Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 16
9 Sept 1995 (Sidereal)
7 Sept 1995 (Off Sidereal)

Potter Castle

Harry snapped awake and looked down at Anastasia. She smiled up at him around her mouthful. "It feels like you all enjoy that tremendously, but why?"

Anastasia got to her knees without releasing her mouthful and spun around, straddling Harry's head. She lowered her sex to his face and he automatically took her sex in his mouth. "You like this, Harry?"

"You know I do, Anastasia."

"We like doing the same to you. You taste good, and we feel we have power over you this way. It makes us feel confident."

"You all taste good, too, and you're all infinitely different and infinitely beautiful, though the same. You all have power over me anyway. I like this because it makes you all come."

"Thank you, Harry. Now shut up and relax. I want my pre-PT protein."

Shortly the pair of them hit a simultaneous climax. Harry was completely energized, and after gently moving Anastasia off of him he danced around the room to her laughter. Nym joined them and joined Anastasia in her laughter at the manic Harry.

"Come on, maniac."

Harry had thrown on his PT outfit of running shoes, shorts, and wifebeater. He ran back into the master suite and scooped Nym up over his shoulder, then took off running to the hall they were using for PT. Nym squealed and slappd Harry on the ass as he ran. He was whinnying like a horse. The bonded were all laughing. Harry entered the hall and one hundred golems turned to attack. Without blinking or pausing, he transported all one hundred of them to the valley Floor.

"Godsdamnit, lad, now I have to go get them."

Harry stuck his tongue out at Alastor and bent down, letting Nym stand on the Floor.

"Oh, very mature, Harry. Alastor, why didn't you put up a ward?"

Alastor looked at Nym with his real eye while the magical one tracked the golems who were all headed back to the castle. "I did, Nym, he just blows right through whatever I put up."

Nym looked at Alastor with a raised eyebrow while Harry finished his stretches and loaded a bar so heavy it looked like it would snap when he cleaned it.

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Hogwarts
Gryffindor Tower

Angelina rolled out of bed at her normal 5 a.m. and padded into the bath. After she had finished her morning routine she padded down the stairs to the fifth year room. Lavender was alone in the room. She sighed; it would be another hard day followed by an attempt to pry information from Fred or George. The twins obviously knew more than they were saying. She was sure that between her and Alicia they would eventually get to the truth.

She returned to her room, dressed, and headed down to the common room to revise for a while before she went to breakfast.

In the boys' tower the twins had gone through much the same routine. They appeared in the common room and sat down quietly for once. Angelina knew something was seriously wrong if it made them quiet. "Okay, spill. What's going on?"

"It's not really-"

"-our story to tell, Angelina-"

"-but we'd better recruit a-"

"-Seeker and a Chaser."

Angelina looked at the twins and for a moment they thought she would cry. She finally said, "I thought we had a chance this year."

Fred smiled at her gently. "We do, Angelina. We'll get two more players and the best brooms, we'll practice hard, and we'll win the Cup."

At that moment Ron and Neville appeared at the bottom of the boys' stairs and Lavender appeared at the bottom of the girls'.

Ron and Lavender met each other halfway between and got lost in each other's eyes. The other four in the room groaned.

"Your mum is going to go spare," Angelina chuckled. "One eloped with the Boy-Who-Lived and one bonded to a fashionista."

Alicia made her entrance at that moment, and George popped to his feet and met her halfway to the hearth.

Angelina groaned. "Come on, you lot, it's time for the crew of the Love Boat to eat."

In the Great Hall, the absence of one male and eighteen female students was glaringly obvious. The Headmaster and his pet snake looked like thunderclouds.

Umbitch was all smiles; she had relayed the edict that made her the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts.

Flitwick was nervous, Hagrid looked upset, and Filch had a nasty grin smeared on his face. Minerva, Aurora, Septima, and Bathsheba were islands of calm. Pomona, Rolanda, Irma, and Poppy were looking at Minerva and her mates speculatively.

"Professor McGonagall, is your House perchance missing students as well this morning?"

"Two can play this idiotic game, Albus. You let that fool Fudge put that toad-faced cow in here and then make her High Inquisitor with the power to have us removed, and you want to act like nothing is amiss? Bah!"

"Why, yes, it has been reported that four of the female and one of the male students have not been seen since Saturday night. I was not in the castle yesterday, so I found this out this morning."

"Hemmm, hemmm, students missing, Headmaster? Surely we should notify the Ministry?"

Dumbledore almost growled. "Certainly, Dolores. If they have not appeared by the start of classes, then we will have to take action," he said, looking at Minerva.

"Capital plan, Headmaster." Minerva was almost in hysterics but she managed that shot without giving herself away.

She felt the Headmaster's none-too-subtle Legilimency probe and another, even less subtle probe from his pet snake. She smoothly diverted them into a benign memory of a Church of Scotland service, with the sermon being on the evils of lying, in Hogsmeade followed by lunch with Rosmerta and an afternoon of shopping; too bad that memory was from last year.

Aurora, Septima, and Bathsheba managed similar feats in their turn.

The twins barely felt the probes of the Headmaster, but their oaths left the Headmaster facing a blank wall at any thought of Harry Potter beyond Quidditch or pranks, as it did with the confused jumble that was Ron's mind. Random probes of the other students Harry associated with brought no result.

Snape concentrated on Ron but withdrew in disgust when confronted with the constant bombardment of teenage male fantasies involving a naked Miss Brown. With tits like that, the bitch deserved a chance to satisfy a real man. He would have to look into some detentions for the cow. He was getting tired of the current Slytherin slut anyway; she just lay there crying. Time to branch out into the other Houses, perhaps.

The Headmaster stood and Snape stood with him. Dumbledore left the hall in a huff, and his pet snake slithered after him.

Minerva shook her head sadly. "How the mighty have fallen. What happened to the bright-eyed idealist I once knew, Albus? I will not let this happen to my Harry."

"Our Harry, and no, we will not, Minerva," Nym consoled Min in the bond.

Minerva got through breakfast on the support of her mates. She wanted to cry the whole time.

After Umbitch had scuttled from the hall, Septima said, "Minerva, look at Miss Dobbs and Miss Frobisher. They're shattered. We'll need to take them with us tonight."

"You're correct, Septima, Amelia, can you talk to their parents?"

"Emmeline and I will go this morning, Minerva. If we get resistance, she's better at Obliviating people than I am."

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Hogwarts
Headmaster's Office

Dumbledore paced across his office with long strides. He sat stiffly in his chair at his desk. Snape slid in behind him and sat in the chair before the desk.

First this newest ploy of Fudge's, and now Harry was loose in Britain somewhere. This last could not stand. He must have Harry under control; too much was at stake for the boy to wander. After several moments Dumbledore looked up. "May I help you, Severus?"

Snape jerked as if he had been slapped. "I was wondering if I could help you, Headmaster."

He received a cold look from ice-blue eyes. He wondered if he had outlived his usefulness to Dumbledore. He had seen that look before in a set of red eyes, and it was normally followed by a Cruciatus Curse.

"I believe you have classes to teach, Severus."

"Yes, I do. If you don't need my assistance, then...." He stood and withdrew. Once outside the Headmaster's office, he cursed viciously.

Potions classes that morning were truly horrific. By the third period Snape had taken a total of five hundred points from all the houses. Admittedly, he'd only taken fifty from Slytherin; but Minerva, Pomona, and Filius more than made up for it in their second and later classes, taking a total of one thousand points from Slytherin in a veritable orgy of punishing infractions severely, no matter how small. Minerva fined Malfoy fifty points for improper grooming and gave him a lecture on personal hygiene and hair care that had the whole class rolling on the Floor laughing. Malfoy fled and was fined fifty more points for leaving class early.

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Dumbledore Flooed. Sirius. "Sirius?"

"Yes, Albus?"

"I am afraid something has happened to Harry, Sirius."

"Is he all right, Albus?"

"Perhaps it would be better if you came through and talked, Sirius."

"Of course, Albus."

Dumbledore withdrew his head from the fire and Sirius stepped through. "What is it, Albus? What's wrong with Harry? What's happened?"

Behind his substantial Occlumency barriers Sirius was laughing viciously. Harry had not told him, but he expected that having had enough of Snivellus, the Ministry, and Albus, he had pulled the plug. Sirius would have to find him and find out how he could help.

Dumbledore looked Sirius in the eye and said, "I fear Harry and eighteen female students have gone missing."

"Missing, Headmaster?"

"Yes. They were reported absent yesterday, but now they are officially missing, as classes have started and they are not present." Dumbledore indicated the automatically updating attendance roster that lay on his desk.

Sirius felt the Occlumency probe, but as he knew nothing and his fealty oath was in place, he was not worried. "Perhaps we should notify the Ministry and the students' parents, Albus."

Albus had probed Sirius and found nothing. Sirius had not even had a letter from Harry, as far as he could tell.

"Yes, I suppose we must. We must find Harry, Sirius."

"And the eighteen young women, Albus?"

"Yes, of course-them too."

Sirius shook his head sadly and rose. "I'll start trying to find Harry." He walked to the Floo and threw in a pinch of Floo powder. He said, "Grimmauld Place," in a clear voice, stepped through the flames, and was gone.

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Hogwarts
DADA teacher's office

Dolores threw the pinch of Floo powder in the fireplace and stuck her head in, announcing, "Cornelius Fudge's study."

"Dolores, what a surprise! I thought we had agreed you would never contact me here unless it was an emergency."

"Minister, I have great news. The halfblood Potter is not at school, and eighteen girls are gone too. We can launch an inquiry and get rid of Dumbledore. Then we can install me as Headmistress and teach magic as it should be taught in accordance with what the Ministry wants wizards and witches to know."

"Yesss...possibly, Dolores. Stay there and keep listening, and I'll get back to you."

Umbridge's head disappeared from his fire. The toad-like beast was useful, but now he had to consult with his benefactor. Yes, Lucius would know how best to take advantage of this. They could possibly get rid of Dumbledore and Potter for good this time.

Umbridge smiled. Potter was gone, and Dumbledore soon would be; she would be Headmistress and then she would teach only purebloods, the Ministry-approved way.

She walked into her classroom and issued the reading assignment for the second period. She sat behind her desk and planned her inspections of the Charms and Divination Professors. She would destroy that half-goblin abomination Flitwick and the Trelawney fraud. Then she would give MacMillan lines with the Blood Quill. Yes, that had run Potter off, so it would work on that halfblooded MacMillan.

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Hogwarts

The day proceeded and the students noticed that the Heads of House seemed to be retaliating against Snape and Slytherin. The attitude rubbed off, and by lunch a quarter of Slytherin was in hospital suffering from a vast array of curse damage.

Draco Malfoy had been flung off the third and fourth floor stairs twice by tripping hexes; he was only saved by fast action on the part of Snape once and Dumbledore later.

On Fred and George's advice, all non-Slytherin students were casting a bewildering array of charms and Transfiguring everything they got near in order to bury the curses, jinxes, and hexes they were throwing so far back that a Priori Incantatem would not easily find them.

Lunch was a complete disaster. Every time a Slytherin entered the Great Hall they began changing colors or losing hair or something else, so that by the time they reached their seat they appeared to have been mauled by animals.

When Snape stood and whipped his wand out, some wag Transfigured it into a soup bone. While he stood staring at his erstwhile wand in stunned disbelief, some other wag Transfigured his mouth into smooth skin. Minerva was so proud.

"Minerva, your students show great promise."

"Thank you, Filius."

Dumbledore stood in a rage. "You will all stop abusing the Slytherin students this instant."

A voice rang out from the Great Hall. "Oh, so it's fine when they abuse or assault us, but when it's turn about we find out whose side you're really on, snake lover."

"SILENCE!!!! You will all comport yourselves with the dignity befitting the cream of British wizarding society. The next person that curses, hexes, or jinxes a member of Slytherin house will be expelled."

Minerva cringed, and sure enough the Slytherin students were Transfigured into a wild assortment of animals, the favorite seeming to be jackasses. There was one odd-looking creature that Minerva thought was a platypus.

Minerva was horrified to see Dumbledore draw his wand and fire a spell "Petrificus Totalus!"

Every student in the hall was frozen. "Albus! Have you gone mad? Release these children immediately!"

Dumbledore looked into the furious face of his Deputy Headmistress and actually felt her rage. He felt something else too: Hogwarts had withdrawn from him. As he watched, Minerva was surrounded by a warm glow, and the wards of Hogwarts snapped to her control.

Snape was terrified. For a moment the wards had pressed on him, and though they had not acted, he felt them watching him. It seemed Hogwarts knew he was a Death Eater and she did not like it. Dolores felt the same thing, but she was not intelligent or magical enough to understand what it was.

The children were released. Minerva eyed Dumbledore in a seething fury and then turned to the students. "You have all had your fun. Further instances of this nature will not be tolerated." She looked at the Slytherins and they transformed back into children. "From
anyone," she added sternly.

The children were instantly subdued.

Snape was awed by this display of wandless magic and reevaluated his long-time nemesis.

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In the bond

"A little early, my love, but I'm pleased you've taken your rightful place. Let me be the first to congratulate you." Harry followed that comment in the bond with all of his love, affection, and dedication. He also sent a command to Hogwarts.

"By right of Blood and Conquest, I claim you as mine, my lady Hogwarts. Call on me as your defender an you will. Protect our mate and her charges."

Harry poured as much magic as he could down the link and unknowingly pulled the mates and the realm in with him. Hogwarts, reading his intention, took the charge of magic and all of the ancient wards activated, stripping away the layers of wards built by generations of Headmasters. No outward sign showed as the castle shrugged aside generations of meddling and began reverting to her true glorious, powerful self.

A clear, beautiful voice rang in the bond. "As you will it, it shall be done, my lord, my love."

Hermione squeed. "She's alive! I knew it, Hogwarts is alive! Oooohh, and she loves Harry, can you feel that?"

Nym answered in a stunned voice. "Yes, Hermione, we all feel it."

The bonded had to find seats as the massive amount of knowledge poured from Hogwarts to them. A thousand years of knowledge was a little jarring. It was impossible to absorb; the bond would take weeks to assimilate it all. Overpowering the knowledge was a boundless love for Harry and them. That would take years to come to terms with and would occasionally cause the bonded and the Castle to lash out severely at perceived threats.

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"Professor McGonagall...Professor McGonagall...Minerva?" Dumbledore reached out to touch her, but something stopped his hand. Whatever it was was immensely powerful and very unhappy with him.

Minerva finally came back to herself. "Yes, Professor Dumbledore?" Minerva would never call him Albus again.

"Are you all right, Professor?"

"Yes, fine, Professor."

She calmly finished her lunch. The students who had been watching finished their lunches and moved quickly, quietly, and calmly to their next classes. Except for Emma Dobbs and Victoria Frobisher; they sat looking dazed until Septima and Bathsheba collected them and escorted them to their classes.

By dinner time Snape had been driven to a frothing fury by the overly dramatized reports of the Slytherins and made the mistake of bursting into Minerva's office with mayhem on his mind.

He was jerked from his feet and his limbs were painfully drawn out to full extension. He hung there with groaning sinews, completely terrified. He had not even seen her draw her wand. Minerva finished her grading for the day and finally looked up. "Professor Snape, how may I help you?"

"You may let me down this instant, you aaaarrrrghhh." Whatever was holding him had pulled even tighter; much more and he feared he would have an arm ripped off.

"Professor, I would remind you to keep a civil tongue in your head."

"Why has my House been docked over a thousand points?"

"Well, I know that you docked Gryffindor three hundred and thirty-five points today, Professor. I believe none of it was justified. I returned the favor, but mine were in fact justifiable-if only marginally. I would assume the other Heads and Professors have done the same.

"I will be reviewing the points you have taken from other Houses since your employment here, and Slytherin will be docked an equal number if I find any that were not justified."

Snape blanched. He knew that over the years he had docked thousands of points on the flimsiest of invented justifications, and he had been very lax in filing the paperwork on any of them. The pureblood parents would have him killed; the House would be in arrears for years.

"You can't do this. I'll speak to Dumbledore."

"Feel free, Professor, but as Deputy Headmistress I am responsible for the point system.

"Oh, by the way, in fifteen minutes the Aurors will arrive to conduct a sweep of the school. In light of today's events, we don't want anything dangerous around a bunch of volatile children, now, do we?"

Snape spluttered incoherently.

"I see you are indisposed, Severus. I will call Dumbledore for you."

She walked to the fireplace and tossed in a pinch of Floo powder. "Headmaster's office... Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore was in no better humor this afternoon, but he knew better than to act precipitously right now. Something was afoot and he was no longer in control of the school wards. Historically the school chose the next Head by installing the wards to them. It had only happened twice in the history of the school that a living, sitting Head had been stripped of the wards. He had to proceed very carefully here, or he could completely lose control.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall?" He was not going to call her Minerva until she relaxed. She was, after all, technically the Headmistress right now.

"Professor Dumbledore, can you please come to my office? Professor Snape has something he wishes to discuss with you."

"Certainly, Professor McGonagall." He had a really bad feeling about this. She was way too confident.

Dumbledore strode through the halls to the Transfiguration Professor's office. He felt the wards examining him the whole way. He knew the ancient wards had been activated and the newer wards had been stripped away like they were tissue paper.

He arrived at the office and opened the door. There in front of him was Professor Snape, hanging spreadeagled in the air and obviously in pain. Four bright bands of magic anchoring him to floor and ceiling by his wrists and ankles were visible to his mage sight.

Dumbledore yanked out his wand and started to cast. "I would not do that if I were you, Professor," Minerva warned.

"Professor McGonagall, I must insist you release Severus."

"I am not holding him, Professor. His evil intent is holding him. If you try to free him you might end up in the same position."

Snape was incoherent with rage. McGonagall had used this-this-whatever to trap him here. When the Aurors arrived he was sure she would lead them to Slytherin first. Half of the pureblood students would be sent to Azkaban for the Dark objects they had in their dorms. He would be unable to warn them. He was literally foaming at the mouth.

Dumbledore had understood exactly what Minerva was telling him. She was not holding Snape, Hogwarts was. How had things gone so far?

The door to the office swung open and Amelia stepped in, followed by Alastor.

"Ah! Amelia, Alastor, I didn't think you would come yourself."

"With Susan missing and then all the mayhem Umbridge reported, I thought it best, Minerva. Alastor has been returned to active duty for the duration and we've brought all the day and night shift Aurors and Unspeakables."

"Good. Shall we proceed, then? I thought to start in the dungeons and work our way up."

Snape bellowed in rage and twisted in his bonds. He screamed in pain.

"Snape, you'd better calm down or that ward is going to tear you limb from limb before I get a chance to kill you, you Death Eater scum," Alastor said with his magical eye locked onto the ward line holding Snape's right ankle.

Snape froze; suddenly he was as coherent as if Alastor had thrown cold water on him. Alastor had said "ward", and McGonagall had said she was not holding him. That could only mean the castle was holding him. He knew in his soul the castle would kill him with little or no provocation. Bugger the Slytherins; they were on their own. He had to survive the night. As he calmed, the wards eased up on him and lowered him to the floor.

"See there, Death Eater? Not so hard to be human with a knife to your throat, is it?" Alastor growled at him and laughed.

"Alastor, play with Albus's pet Death Eater later," Amelia smirked at Snape.

"Madam Director, I must protest!"

"Shut up, Albus. I don't have time for your Lord of Light codswallop. Children are missing. You'll be lucky if you don't see the inside of Azkaban for this-among other things."

"Alastor, go to the DADA classroom and get Umbitch-err, Umbridge-and let's get this show on the road. Can't proceed without the High Inquisitor."

Alastor went down the hall and opened the door. They all heard "STUPEFY! INCARCEROUS!"

They took off at a run down the hallway and skidded into the classroom.

Umbridge lay unconscious and bound, and Macmillan stood holding his left hand with his right, tears running down his face. Moody was screaming at Umbridge, "USE A BLOOD QUILL ON A CHILD, WILL YOU, YOU DESPICABLE DEATH DICK LICKER BITCH? I'LL GUT YOU!"

"MASTER AUROR MOODY! Control yourself!"

"Ma'am."

"Arrest her, get a statement, use Veritaserum and a certified transcription quill. Time is of the essence; we have missing children to find."

Moody levitated Umbridge into a chair and called for the Veritaserum and a transcription quill. Once the items arrived, he cast an Ennervate on her.

Umbridge came to and started screeching. "What are you doing? I am the Undersecretary of Magic! I am the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts!"

Moody smirked evilly at her. "Dolores Umbridge, you are under arrest for the possession and use of a Class 1 prohibited Dark object for other than authorized purposes; to wit, the torture of students. You will now be questioned under Veritaserum."

She opened her mouth to begin screechcroaking again, and Moody availed himself of the opportunity to jerk her head back by the hair and drop five drops of Veritaserum into her open mouth. He looked at Snape and mouthed, "You're next." Snape shuddered. Alastor laughed.

"Name?"

"Dolores Umbridge."

"Are you a Death Eater?"

"Yes."

"Have you used a Blood Quill to torture students?"

"Yes."

"Names of the students you've tortured?"

"Harry Potter and Ernie MacMillan."

"How many times each?"

"Potter three and McMillan one."

"Have you done anything else illegal in your life?"

"I sent two Dementors after Potter this summer. I helped Lucius Malfoy acquire Dark objects for our lord...."

She droned on and on. Finally she wound down after implicating twenty-seven other people, including Fudge.

"Have you ever done anything you suspect to be illegal?"

She started up again and droned on for a further two rolls of parchment.

Moody cast an eye at her and yanked her head back again. He tipped two more drops of Veritaserum into her maw. He waited a moment and then asked, "Where is Harry Potter?"

"I don't know."

"Where are the girls that are missing from Hogwarts?"

"I don't know."

"List the Death Eaters known to you."

She droned out a list of forty-six names; Snape's name was on the list.

"List all persons you suspect of illegal activities and their suspected illegal activities."

Moody looked at Snape when she wound down the last time and said, "Get over here, scum. Your turn."

Severus tried backing away to find himself snatched off his feet and viciously slammed into a chair.

Moody immediately yanked Snape's head back by the hair and poured six drops of Veritaserum into his mouth. He considered a moment and added three more.

"Auror Moody, you are not to kill him," Amelia said mildly.

"Legilimens, ma'am, I felt his probe."

Amelia nodded ."Proceed."

Moody asked Snape the same questions. His crimes ran from murder and rape to use of Legilimency on every student he'd had since he was first employed at Hogwarts. Grossly enough, included in his litany of depravity were the multiple rapes and Obliviations of at least one seventh year Slytherin female each year since he had been named Head of House. He named fifty-four people as Death Eaters. Twelve of them were the same as the ones Umbridge had named, including himself.

"Alastor, have the prisoners transported to a secure holding facility."

"Tonks, Jones?"

The two Aurors came into the room.

"Transport this scum to a secure holding facility."

Alastor looked at Dumbledore.

Amelia cut him off. "Dumbledore, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt for now. You may be arrested in connection with this investigation later, however."

"Dungeons now, Amelia?"

"Yes, Minerva."

They moved through the school like avenging angels. Most of the students were at dinner; those they encountered were escorted to the Great Hall. All of the students were held there.

Starting on the lowest level of the school, they began working their way up with Dark Detectors. Whenever they encountered a Dark object they recorded it and brought in curse breakers and warders to check for wards and curses. If the object was clear they evacuated it to a "secure holding area." If not, the curses or wards were broken, and if the object was still intact and the Dark spells, hexes, jinxes, or enchantments still present, it was then evacuated.

In the Slytherin common and dorm rooms they found hundreds of Dark objects, most of them in the possession of the children of known or suspected Death Eaters. The search did not stop there; the little party moved through all areas of the school. Two trophies were removed from the trophy room, and a small number of Dark objects were found in other areas and in the other Houses.

When the search was completed, the students were released back to their common rooms. As Amelia was preparing to leave, Fudge and Malfoy Sr. showed up.

Alastor saw them coming in the door and hit them with Stupefy and Incarcerous. They were levitated and taken to an empty classroom. One at a time they were questioned under Veritaserum.

Fudge was not a Death Eater but knew Malfoy was. He gave an account of all the bribes he had accepted over his adult life, but other than that his only crimes were all very minor. He freely admitted to getting other people to do his dirty work and named them. Amelia was crushed; the list included about a fifth of the Aurors. Fudge named eighty-two Death Eaters, many of whom had been killed in the first war.

Lucius was a prize, however. He admitted to a long list of rapes and murders, kidnappings and child rapes, selling people into slavery, and all manner of other crimes. He named one hundred fifty-two Death Eaters in Britain and abroad.

As soon as the Veritaserum lifted, he claimed he had been under the Imperious Curse. Moody had already asked him about this when he was under Veritaserum and he had said that he had never been under the Imperious.

Fudge and Lucius were transported to the "secure location".

"Harry, we're done here. What do you think.?"

"I think we're fine, Amelia, and I think you and Minerva have done well. You too, Hogwarts. Any comments, ladies?"

Silence reigned in the bond. "Okay, I'll see you all tonight and we'll go back to Turning."

Amelia turned to Dumbledore. "We'll let you know when the trials are to be held, Dumbledore. Please inform your students that bringing in any more Dark objects or failing to turn in any they find will cause their arrest. We will let them off this time unless we find they've actually been using the objects."

"Amelia, we'll have to convene the Wizengamot to elect a new Minister," Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Why? We have a Minister. He isn't dead, nor has he been convicted of any crimes. As his Undersecretary has been arrested, I believe responsibility for the Ministry falls to me. I'll let you know if I need help, Dumbledore. Meanwhile we'll continue looking for the children. Good day, Headmaster." Amelia strode out of the doors with the Aurors and Unspeakables following her.

"Very nice, Amelia. Continue to emphasize his limited roll as both Headmaster and Chief Warlock."

"Thank you, Narcissa. Yes, that is my intent. We'll just sit on the Wizengamot until we're ready to dismantle it."

"Her Majesty congratulates the Duke and Duchesses on their bloodless coup."

"Thank you, Sarah. Please inform Her Majesty that we will continue to keep it bloodless as long as possible."

"I will, Harry. Now I have to go catch your youngest mates. They're off chasing the unicorns, and it's bedtime."

Amelia continued her walk. They reached the edge of the wards, and the nonbonded among them Apparated away. The bonded turned and continued walking to Hogsmeade, where they faded from view and reappeared walking into the entry hall of Potter Castle.

Harry met them and they moved to the dining room. "How are our guests, Harry?"

"Fine, Nym. They are currently enjoying my hospitality in a nice little warded pit each. I'll strip their minds after our late dinner."

Dinner was a pleasant affair. They discussed the plans for the school. Chu told Harry that it would be good to have Hogwarts also. She estimated that they would run out of space if they actually got all of the sentient magical population enrolled in the Royal Academy. She was of the opinion that it would eventually become the College of Hogwarts of the Royal Academy of Magic. She wanted to send the top students there. Hogwarts hummed happily at that, and the mates chuckled.

Narcissa reviewed the progress on securing control of the wizarding financial world. And Amanda, Sarah, and Amelia discussed the changes they expected to the political landscape in the short term.

Emmeline reviewed the general description of the Dark objects that had been confiscated during the sweep of Hogwarts. Several of them, including one of the trophies, defied description or evaluation. They read as if they were alive when scanned. Those would have to go to the Department of Mysteries.

As they ate and talked, they watched through the mates still at Hogwarts and Hogwarts herself as the school settled back down.

Harry finished dinner and rose. Nym and the Primaries rose with him. "Are you sure you want to do this, ladies? It will be messy."

"Only for them, Harry."

Harry walked behind the staircase and stepped onto a coat of arms in the floor. He held out his arms and each woman laid one of her hands on his arm. He thought about the level of the dungeon at which they had put the prisoners and then thought of being there.

He appeared there, and the women appeared with him. The light came up as they appeared, not gentle and slow in consideration of the prisoners who had been held in perfect darkness, but sudden and harsh. Harry waved and Umbridge appeared, bound to a chair.

"Potter, the Master will kill you and rape your whores."

"Not before you're dead, toad." He stepped up to her. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Choose."

"Do what? You can't touch me, you halfblooded scum. I am the Undersecretary of Magic."

"I want your memories. You can give me copies or I will strip your mind."

"Ha! You wouldn't dare."

Harry waved his hand and Snape, Fudge, and Malfoy appeared beside Umbridge, bound to their chairs.

Harry looked at Umbridge and dove into her mind. He ripped all of the relevant memories out of her mind without finesse. She soiled herself as she screamed. It felt like someone was stirring her brain with a red-hot poker.

He withdrew from her mind; putting his wand to his temple, he extracted the memories and dropped them into a charmed crystal jar provided by Emmeline.

Snape and Malfoy were horrified; even the Dark Lord did not have that much power.

Harry waved his hand and freed her. She stood and he threw her a wand. "Dolores Umbridge, you are a confirmed agent of the Dark. Defend yourself."

"Avada-"

Harry raised his wand and a bolt of red energy left it. Dolores Umbridge's head ceased to exist.

Harry shook his head and said grimly into the absolute silence "Praedia Bellica,"

A light flashed from her still barely alive body and entered Harry. In Gringotts, the Ministry Archive, and Umbridge Manor, the records all updated to indicate that the head of the Umbridge Family was now Harry James Potter, Duke of Magic of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Defender of Magic and Magical Champion of the Crown and Realm. The Umbridge wards snapped to him.

Harry looked at Fudge and said, "Next." Fudge soiled himself. Harry, disgusted, stripped the Minister's memory and then repeated the procedure as he had with Umbridge, except he did not kill Fudge. Instead, he broke all of his limbs and then his ribs, until Fudge managed to beg for mercy in between his screams. Harry cast the Praedia Bellica and became head of the Fudge family. Geoffrey appeared with several potions and fed them to Fudge, and then he put the physically and mentally broken Minister back into his pit.

Harry looked at Lucius, who was attempting to maintain his sneer. He smiled brightly and raised his arms. Suddenly they appeared in one of the training halls.

"I know you fancy yourself a duelist, Lucy. Let's see what you can do against someone who's not afraid of you."

Harry removed his bonds with a wave and Nym threw Lucius his wand. "Thank you, slut. For that I will only fu-" He found himself without a tongue.

"Really, Lucy, if you can't keep a civil tongue...."

Lucius tried to recover from his shock at having his tongue Vanished. He glared at Harry.

Suddenly, with a screaming pain, his left eyeball flew out of his head toward Harry. Harry Vanished it before it reached him.

"It's rude to stare, Lucy."

Lucius cast a Cruciatus at Harry, who easily sidestepped it. The curse bounced off the shield Nym cast and hit Snape. She smirked viciously as he screamed.

Harry vaporized one of Lucius's fingers.

Lucius cast a Bonebreaker and Harry incinerated another finger.

This went on until Lucius had only the finger and thumb that held his wand remaining. Then Harry Vanished his shoes and started on his toes.

"This can end any time, Lucy. I don't respect you and never will, so go ahead and beg for mercy." Harry laughed. "Lucy, is this the best you can do? So boring. Let's experiment a little."

Harry cast a Reparo at Lucius's tongueless mouth. The screams were deafening as the spell tried to build a tongue from Transfigured air molecules and stripped blood and muscle tissue.

"OOOPS! Sorry, that sounded like it hurt. I'm tired of playing with you, Lucy."

Harry entered Lucius's mind and stripped it bare. He stored the memories and then cast the Praedia Bellica on Lucius as hard as he could. Lucius writhed as not only his name, property, funds, status, and title were stripped from him but also his magic.

Harry fought Lucius's magic and slowly, carefully excised the Dark parts of it before he integrated the rest. The Dark magic cast about as Harry held it, but Emmeline appeared and trapped it in a very strange crystal container covered in runes.

She smiled brightly at Harry. "Thanks, Harry. We've been wondering how to strip one of them of his life and magic to examine Dark magic. The Department owes you."

Lucius lay on the ground, unconscious. Emmeline walked over to him and ran a scan. "Squib. I'll need this memory, too, Harry."

Harry pulled the memory out and handed it off to Emmeline, who produced another of the crystal containers. She tapped it off his wand into the container and handed Harry his wand back.

Geoffrey came and picked up Lucius. He healed him enough that he would live and put him back in his pit.

"Snivellus, you're next."

"Potter, Dumbledore won't let you do this to me."

"You're an idiot, Snivellus. Do you see Dumbledore here? I'm going to rip your mind to shreds and then I'm going to cast the Praedia Bellica on you and rip your name, title, and any assets you have from you, along with your magic."

"Do your best, Potty," Severus snarled, trusting his Occlumency shields. After all, they had held up against the Dark Lord, and he hadn't even had to use all his power for that.

His trust was sadly misplaced.

Harry blasted Snape's shields-pathetic, to him-aside without really noticing them. He perused Snape's entire life, then ripped his mind into shreds, leaving the essential Snape screaming in pain and locked in a body to which it was no longer connected.

Casting the Praedia Bellica, he stripped Snape's magic; and after stripping the Darkness from it, he integrated what was left. It wasn't much. Emmeline captured the Dark magic and added it to her container. Harry gave her the memory of stripping the magic and stored Snape's memories for the mates to review.

Geoffrey moved the unresisting body, now running on autonomic functions, to its pit.

"Harry, why did you kill Umbridge and not the others?"

"She was judged guilty of torture, Hermione. It's a high crime; she received high justice. We need the others for public trials. Once they've been convicted, we'll execute them publicly in the middle of Diagon Alley. We need Fudge to be alive and have his magic to be the Minister of Magic until we convict him. We'll drag his trial out until we're ready to eliminate the Ministry and replace it with our people. Then we'll convict him and execute him in Diagon Alley."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "Why did you beat the others so badly?"

"I didn't want to kill them yet, Hermione, but they had to be completely defeated or dead for the Praedia Bellica to work."

Hermione nodded.

"That's it, Hermione? No protest?" Daphne asked rather sarcastically.

"Daphne, did you see the things they've done? I've spent the last hour trying not to be sick. I wanted Harry to kill them all, especially the rapist Snape, but if we can get use from them yet, then we'll use them. We didn't start this, but we will finish it, once and for all."

Daphne took Hermione in her arms and kissed her soundly. Hermione blushed as she felt her mates' pride in her.

"Sarah, what does Her Majesty think?"

"I'm sure she'll be fine, Harry. You explained your actions very well to Hermione and I saw the things they'd done. I expect she'll issue a warrant for the three left alive. I'll try to get her to phrase it so that you may execute them at the correct time."

"Thank you, Sarah."

"Harry, Beatrice and Eugenie want to come on this Turn with you. May Andrew and I bring them?"

"Of course, Sarah, but what about school for them?"

"Sarah, stop laughing. We like him naïve."

"I do too, Nym, sometimes it's just funny, though. Harry, you're going to fully bond them. They'll be Primaries; they'll have access to the total knowledge of the bonded. Do you really suppose any schooling could compare?"

"Harry has a point, though, Sarah. Formal schooling will help to train their minds. It will better prepare them to use the knowledge they'll have access to."

"I agree with Minerva, Sarah."

"Okay, Chu, but you and Minerva have to explain it to them."

Harry stopped pouting and smiled. He was imagining the unholy terror that Eugenie could probably be. Sarah sent her affirmation of his assumption through the bond.

Harry led the ladies to the master suite, where he bathed and changed. Dealing with the Death Eaters had made him feel unclean. Then he led them to the library, where he waited for the mates to arrive for the Turn.

The mates arrived with Emma Dobbs and Victoria Frobisher in tow. Emmeline had found their parents and had letters from them. She handed the letters to Harry and he read them as Nym set up the Time-Turner and turned them all back three days.

Both of the letters said that their daughters had permission to stay with Lord Potter and/or his mates. Lord Potter and/or his Alpha(s) had authority en loco parentis over them. In no case were they to be more than intent-bonded without the consent of their parents. Harry was confused.

"What's an intent bond and how do we stop them from bonding?" he asked the group at large.

Blushing, Nym replied in the bond, "You may have sex with them but you can't orgasm in them."

"I will not! Nym, they're twelve years old!"

"Harry, stop it. As little as fifty years ago they would have been married by now in some parts of this country. Our modern moral tone has very little to do with Mother Nature. They're sexually mature and reaching stability in their menstrual cycles. As soon as they achieve stability, since they've been found their behavior will become more and more erratic until they either die or are driven completely insane. It isn't crucial now and can be overcome with discipline, but it will only get worse for them. Eventually no amount of self-discipline will be able to overcome the affect. It will happen much sooner with Beatrice and Eugenie. After they achieve a regular menstrual cycle you can bond them any time you want to prevent that erratic behavior."

Harry was dizzy.

"Sarah, you broke him. Harry, you don't have to have sex with them until they're ready. Simply be available to them and don't be afraid to touch them or let them touch you. They'll know when they're ready. And no, you're not taking away their childhoods as yours was taken from you. It just so happens that their childhoods will include a loving mate. If you do end up having sex with them either orally or vaginally, you can't come in them until their parents give permission," Anna explained gently.

The bonded oohed and ahhed. "Damn, Hannah, your mother is a genius."

"Thank you, Ginny."

Andrew had moved up beside Harry and taken one of his arms. Harry was swaying like a recruit on parade and Andrew expected him to go face-down on the marble floor at any moment. "All right there, Harry?"

"Been better, Andrew."

"Let's sleep on it. Maybe it will be clearer in the morning."

"You're awfully calm about this, Andrew. You realize we're talking about your daughters, too?"

Andrew grinned at him. "And don't you ever forget it. If you ever hurt them on purpose I'll have your guts for garters, Duke of Magic or no."

Harry grinned back at him. "At last, some one who makes sense."

"He was doing so well, and then he goes all over Gryffindor."

"It's the testosterone, Daphne, I'm sure of it."

Harry turned to look at Tracey and she smiled sweetly at him. He pouted outrageously at her and the mates broke up laughing.

They trooped off to bed. Anna got a long, slow thank-you session from Harry that night. Nym and the Primaries took over after Anna became too sensitive to continue and soothed (rubbed, sucked, wrestled, shagged, and exhausted) Harry and themselves into a deep sleep.

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Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore walked the darkened corridors of Hogwarts. It had all gone horribly wrong somehow.

He had never really planned on any of this, but after defeating Grindlewald single-handedly he had known that he was the One. It was his job to lead the wizarding world and protect it from itself.

Then that little gobshite Riddle had shown up with his huge amount of raw power. That had seriously cramped his style. He had done everything he could to ensure the little halfblood was kept in his place, but now he would have to employ drastic measures. He had had to let go of having anything he wanted for the time being and concentrate on getting rid of the slippery little snake.

Then the prophecy was made and the Potter monster was born. The first time he'd seen that abomination, he had known. The little creature was hugely powerful at birth. Then the idiot Riddle had flubbed that Horcrux ritual and the little beast was the most powerful thing he'd ever seen.

Stupid little halfblood creature had been under control, though, until recently. Then his sexual maturity had started and that's where it all went pear-shaped. Well, there and his inability to get at the massive Potter and Black assets.

Fucking Sirius. Escaping from Azkaban! Really, who'd have thought the dolt could have pulled that off?

Fudge had been painfully inept but he had, up until three years ago, been completely malleable. Suddenly that had stopped and Dumbledore wasn't sure why. He suspected that Malfoy had gotten to Fudge somehow. It had been an unmitigated disaster, requiring more and more of his time to keep the Ministry pointed in the right direction. He had not wanted to be saddled with the day-to-day operations of the Ministry; it infringed on his time too much. He had turned the job down for just those reasons.

There was great potential benefit there, though. When the news about Riddle "returning" broke-and he knew that it would; Riddle was never one to work behind the scenes-Dumbledore would be in a powerful position, having been right all along as always.

Potter being missing, though-that had to be fixed. The little monster must be under his control. He would soon be sexually mature enough to start bonding witches, if he wasn't already, and Albus knew just which ones he would have him bond.

The Parkinson girl was ready and he would stick them together in detention if necessary. Once he had her bound as First, Potter could have all the halfbloods and Mudbloods he could stick his little willy in. But he must have the powerful, pureblood, neutral Parkinsons on his side; he needed the money and influence. The girl was Slytherin; she would easily understand her husband taking halfbloods and Mudbloods as mistresses and she would easily be able to dominate them. Then the McDougal hole would give him the clans. The Turpin, Quirke, and Madley sluts would give him the English, Irish, and Welsh. Too bad about the Finnegan bitch; he would have to kill off her Muggle husband to get the bog Irish bound, but she was decent-looking enough. She probably fucked like a bitch in heat.

Potter had probably already shagged Weasley and Granger, but that was all right, too. Weasley was a pureblood but had no influence, and Granger was just a Mudblood-clever, but still a Mudblood. The best she could hope for was a mid-level job in the Ministry someday. They were both fitting pieces of meat for Potter to sharpen his weapon in. Get him trained up to fuck the purebloods into submission.

Yes, it would all be all right if he could get Potter back. He could have him shagging every bitch in the castle all day long, if that was what it took to control him. Hell, he'd import some sluts if he had to. It didn't cost that much to buy witches on the market since Muggle Russia had fallen apart. Those Russian far-east sluts were only a hundred Galleons apiece. At that rate he could fuck one to death every day and not put the smallest dent in the Potter fortune.

The boy was weak, though. He actually felt something for holes. He would have to be broken of that. He needed to know the proper use for a cunt: getting heirs on it or releasing some tension. The best way would be to give him free access to any hole he wanted. He would become inured to their wants and needs. Hmmm, he would need to be taught the Imperious; as powerful as he was, he could make any hole fuck him. Albus chuckled at the mental image of all the Hufflepuff witches lined up naked and Potter fucking them all one after the other, starting with Pomona.

Riddle would move soon, and Albus knew he had to be ready to counter him. To do that effectively and with minimal risk to himself, he needed Potter. After it was over, Potter could be the hero and spend his days shagging the sluts Albus provided him while he, Albus Dumbledore, saw to the protection of the magical world. Yes. Just get the boy back.

Of course, now he would have to appoint Sinistra as Head of Slytherin and get a Defense teacher. He would have to recall Lupin from his mission with the werewolves. Yes, things would work out.

That thing with McGonagall and the wards was worrying, but apparently Minerva was going to let him stay as the Headmaster. She was a good girl, Minerva. Maybe he should start paying a little more attention to her; after all, he was old, not dead. Aberforth was not going to produce a human heir. And Minerva was still in her childbearing years, if just barely. Yes, he would have to put up with her whims and appear to bend to them. He was fairly sure he could get an heir on her. Then he could ignore the slut once her true usefulness had been achieved.

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Potter Castle
First Turned morning

In the morning Harry awoke to being gently fondled and found Anna giving Emma and Victoria hands-on male anatomy lessons. He relaxed into their gentle, tentative probing and was hovering right on the edge of sleep when he felt a warm, wet mouth on his member. His eyes snapped open and he moved to sit up. Anna's hand on his chest held him down.

"Let them go as far as they want to, Harry. They're learning and having fun. You might have to help Victoria, though. She's frustrating the hell out of herself, sucking on you."

Harry lifted his head and Anna stuffed two pillows under it. He watched as Victoria sucked him under Anna's tutelage.

Just in time he remembered that he couldn't come in them. "Anna, I'm coming," he said urgently. Anna lifted Victoria's head off Harry and took him in her own mouth. Harry climaxed as she closed her lips on him.

Victoria looked up at Harry, heartbroken that Anna had taken him from her. He smiled and reached for her. She dove into his arms and Harry kissed her thoroughly and then pulled her up and into a sitting position on his face. He had turned her around as he seated her so she was facing Anna.

Anna rose from Harry, and as Harry gently licked Victoria's sex, Anna kissed her and passed Harry's semen to her. Victoria orgasmed and swallowed, and the light flared. Harry froze.

"Oh, Merlin, she bonded."

"No, Harry, that was the intent bond forming like it did with the Princesses. You have to climax in her to bond her fully."

"Anna, what's the difference? I mean, I can feel her."

"Her magic is still forming, Nym. In some cases it could change so much before her cycle stabilizes that it would, eerrr, unfind her is the best way to say it, I guess."

"Is that likely? And what do we do if it happens? I mean, she's in the bond now. I can feel her rummaging round in my head."

"Gently, Victoria. Remember, we can feel you. And I doubt that it's even truly possible with her here with us and Harry, Nym. In the known instances of it happening, the couple was separated. I believe the bond had never really formed in those couples or was a very poor match."

Harry had not stopped gently nuzzling Victoria and she squealed as she orgasmed again. The mates shuddered.

Cho said, "Morgana, she comes hard."

Victoria collapsed on Harry.

Hermione stuck her face and wand arm out of the bathroom and levitated Victoria to her and into the bath. She hugged the younger girl to her and floated her gently in the warm, soapy water.

Emma had watched as Victoria had taken Harry in her mouth and sucked on him. She had been very gently massaging his balls as he came and she had felt them tighten and then pulse. She wanted to see if she could do it, too, so she took his still-hard member in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the ridge like Anna had said. Harry groaned and she felt like the queen of the world.

Harry pulled Emma up and onto his chest, and she never let go of the hold she had on him with her lips. He got her situated and began gently exploring her sex with his lips and tongue. Emma had a gut-wrenching, squealing orgasm and froze for a moment. Harry continued to explore, becoming bolder and more authoritative.

As she tried to bring him to climax, he brought her to orgasm three more times, the last two almost on top of each other. Harry kept on and was seconds away from pushing her into the continuous orgasm the mates were so familiar with when Anna worked her hand between him and Emma and put it over Harry's mouth.

"Don't, Harry. Let her rest a little. If you have her in that continuous orgasm and come in her at all, you'll bond her for sure. Just feel, Harry. Let her make you come."

Anna felt it when Harry was on the verge of climaxing and she leaned forward and pulled Emma off Harry and took him in her mouth. Emma groaned in disappointment, then squealed in pleasure as Harry whispered in Parseltongue into her sex when he came. Anna lifted off of him when he finished and turned Emma's head to where she could reach her lips. She kissed her and gave her Harry's come as Emma shuddered through her orgasm and the light flared again. Emma collapsed and Harry carried her into the bath, holding her as she recovered. He washed her gently as he explored her. He traded Emma for Victoria with Hermione and gently washed and explored Victoria also.

Victoria had regained her senses and blushed deeply red as Harry explored every inch of her with his eyes and fingers. "Shhhh, Victoria, it's fine. You're beautiful."

"Earth to Harry, have you seen Nym or Daphne or Susan or any of the other mates? I'm not that beautiful."

Harry chuckled and pushed his thoughts of her to her across the bond as he bent down and gently bit her left nipple. He sucked her whole left breast into his mouth and laved her nipple with his tongue as she squealed and climaxed. "I think you're beautiful, Victoria."

"I think we have to teach you to masturbate, Victoria. If we don't take some of the edge off, you're going to make me pull a muscle coming," Cho said.

Anna entered the bath. "Cho, can you come to the master bath for a moment?"

"Sure, Anna, but keep Victoria from coming so I can walk."

In a few moments Cho entered the master bath followed by Emmeline, who had examined Anna's thoughts and was curious too. Anna and Emmeline scanned Cho and Victoria. They looked at their wands as Harry took Hermione away from the now-conscious Emma and pushed her up against the illusioned wall of the tub. He was working on her breast with lips and teeth, teasing and nipping her. She huffed at him in frustration, as she was trying to watch what the others were doing, and then gave it up as a bad job when his head bumped her entrance.

Hermione sank, groaning, onto Harry with Emma watching on one side and Victoria watching on the other. They began thrusting and the two girls were enthralled.

"Emma, it's huge!"

"I know, but I want that in me so bad!"

"Do you think it will fit?"

"It fit Su, and she's our size."

Anna, sounding like the mother she was, absently said, "Slow down, girls. You have years to get your bellies full of Harry. Now shush. Don't distract them while they're having sex. It's not polite."

The bonded snickered. "I didn't know there was etiquette for group sex, Anna."

Narcissa sighed. "Gryffindors! Politeness is never out of place, Nym, it's just common courtesy."

General mirth was felt at Narcissa and Minerva's outraged sense of propriety.

"Yes, Aunt Narcissa."

Hermione shuddered to a very satisfying orgasm as Harry coated her insides with come.

"Does my chest turn red like that when I come, Emma?"

Emma was nodding as Hermione reached around Harry and dunked them both, one with each hand.

They came up spluttering. "Hermione! Now I have to dry my hair. It'll take hours."

"Bah! Come on, Emma, I'll teach you a spell to dry it and fix it. You too, Victoria."

Victoria heaved a great sigh and reluctantly turned away from Harry. She had been speculating on her chances of getting her bellyfull right then. As she passed, Cho slapped her on her naked backside and said, "Sex fiend." Victoria blushed, giggled, and scampered after Hermione.

Harry floated in the tub.

"Harry?"

"Hmm...what, Anna?"

"Don't fall asleep, baby. Victoria and Cho have almost identical physiological and magical signatures. That's why Cho comes so hard when Victoria does. I believe Victoria will experience the same thing in reverse."

"Is it a problem, Anna?"

"No, just interesting, Harry."

"Okay."

Anna, Emmeline, and Cho smiled at each other and joined Harry in the tub. Anna watched and played lifeguard as Cho and Emmeline had their wicked way with Harry. When Cho groaned and came in a massive orgasm, impaled on Harry, they heard Victoria squeal out an orgasm too. Cho smiled and said, "Payback, you little witch." Emmeline laughed and pushed her off, taking her place and finishing both herself and Harry.

Anna smiled down at Harry, who was again floating in the water but now with his head between her breasts. She gently stroked his cheek. "Come on, Harry, the girls are hungry. Time to go eat." She blushed furiously and beamed proudly as Harry thought, "But I never want to leave here. I want to stay between your beautiful breasts forever."

Cho grabbed his arm and pulled him to the steps. "Come on, lover boy, before we waste a whole training day over your silver tongue. You've ruined Anna for the whole day already, look at her. We'll never get that goofy grin off her face."

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Potter Castle
Dining room

Harry bounced into the Dining room and found the mates and Royals all seated. He bowed floridly and danced his way to his seat around the table, kissing the mates. Beatrice and Eugenie got kisses, as well as Sarah. Andrew, laughing, got a buss on top of his head.

"Feeling better, then, are we, Harry?"

"Why, yes, I believe I am, Andrew, thank you very much."

"Eat, goose. We want to get a training day in and you've already skipped PT."

"I didn't skip it, Nym, I just did it differently." He waggled his eyebrows outrageously at her and threw huge winks to Emma, Victoria, Anna, Hermione, Cho, and Emmeline. They blushed prettily and their mates chuckled.

"We did PT with Her Grace Nymphadora, Your Grace."

"So formal, Your Royal Highness? What happened to Harry? Ach, no, lass, you've thrown me over for some young paramour like Master Auror Moody, haven't ye?" Harry asked in an over-the-top Scottish accent. He finished just as Moody stumped into the doorway.

"And there the scoundrel is now. Have at ye, knave."

Harry leapt out of his chair in a prodigious magically augmented leap that carried him clear of the table and halfway to the door. In the air he wandlessly cast dueling wards. When he hit the ground in front of Alastor he took an overly exaggerated classic dueling pose.

Alastor wasn't sure what was going on, but he saw the dueling ward go up and smiled. He loved a good duel.

"Fight, knave! I will prove your villainy upon your body."

Alastor assumed the classic dueling stance and drew his wand. "Rules, Your Grace?"

"No Unforgivables, to unconsciousness, and start when my ladies' favor strikes the floor."

Moody smiled an evil smile and nodded. Harry summoned Beatrice and Eugenie's napkins wandlessly and then let them go inside the wards directly between Alastor and himself.

The Mates were all chuckling or laughing, but the few who knew Moody had cringed at that evil smile. They had seen it before, on test days.

The napkin hit the floor and Alastor moved, already casting a string of hexes. Harry shielded and fired a string of his own. Alastor watched Harry casting and cast a few more strings just to test things out. Then out of nowhere he fired three strings in quick succession, one highly powered right at Harry to make him move, one low and to the left to get under the shield that Alastor had noticed Harry not keeping on the floor when he moved around, and the same string for the right.

Harry knew the mistake Alastor had keyed in on as soon as he moved and leapt over the left string, firing back. He went defensive for a moment while he analyzed Alastor's style. He had started this in fun, but now it was serious. Some of those strings Alastor were throwing included Bonebreakers and Cannonball hexes. If he was hit wrong, those could kill.

Nym had sharply drawn her breath at the last two strings Alastor had thrown. She had seen the potentially deadly hexes too. She started to rise. Hestia put her hand on her arm and held her down.

"He has to pass this test on his own, Nym."

Nym looked in Hestia's eyes. She found some comfort there. She knew Alastor would not injure Harry on purpose.

The mates and Royals were enthralled by the coruscating display of power from both men. This was a duel of epic proportions.

Nym turned and looked at Beatrice. The Princess was a goner, hands clasped and held to her chest, heart in her eyes. Her champion was fighting for her favor in an epic battle against a tested warrior.

Nym turned to Sarah and saw a wistful smile cross her face as she watched her little girl fall deeply in love for the first and only time in her life. She turned to Eugenie and received a secret little Mona Lisa smile. Eugenie went back to watching Harry, but her little heart was creeping into her eyes too.

Andrew, of course, was completely absorbed in the duel. He had heard of and read about Master Auror Moody, and the man's appearance lived up to his billing. The magic the two were casting was spectacular and, Andrew knew, deadly.

Harry was becoming a little desperate. He was afraid to turn loose his full ravening power lest he obliterate Alastor, and Alastor knew it He was using the fact to keep Harry on the defensive most of the time.

Suddenly it occurred to Harry that he could double up on the number of spells he cast because he had the staff in its holster. He threw his own wand to his left hand and snapped his wrist. The staff snapped into his hand in wand form. Harry immediately cast two very high-powered strings. Alastor was shocked for a moment but then dodged both poorly aimed strings.

Alastor had never even heard of anyone able to cast simultaneous strings from two wands. He grinned and got down to work.

The mates sat stunned. Harry had just done the impossible. The magics ravening into the dueling ward had it wavering like a mirage. And still the two kept at it.

Alastor was now on the defensive and suddenly two hugely powerful strings connected with his shield, overloaded it, and he saw darkness.

Harry waved the barrier down with a huge grin on his face and jumped over the table to where Beatrice was sitting beside Eugenie. He had the singed napkins in his hand. He dropped to a knee beside Beatrice's seat and proffered her napkin to her.

"My lady, I am victorious. I return your favor and with it my heart."

Beatrice was overwhelmed and flung herself from her chair into Harry's arms. "My very own knight" The mates all flared with a brilliant light and the walls of the castled gonged deeply.

Harry, with Beatrice still in his arms, turned to Eugenie. "Fear not, my lady, it is for thee I fight also and you share my heart equally, as does your sister." He offered her back her napkin. Eugenie, as gone as her sister, leapt on Harry with a huge smile and said, "Our own knight, Beatrice" The walls gonged and the light flared again and the mates suddenly found themselves with the Princesses running through their minds, not just their surface thoughts.

"Harry, what did you do?"

"Nothing, Nym, I swear."

"They are more than intent-bonded, Nym, but not quite fully bonded."

"How does that happen, Luna?"

"They love him, he loves them-the usual way, Nym. It's fine; it was supposed to happen. It won't affect their full bonding later, it just lets them share in the bond."

"How much, Luna? I mean, really, a child with Harry's level of power would be dangerous. Not to mention the education they're going to get in other-errrh-subjects."

Luna concentrated and her eyes went white. "As much as they can handle...err, something about channels and cores, oh-I have it. They will be significantly more powerful than they were, but they won't be able to fully channel it until they hit their maturities. Oh, that's why they'll be Primary mates; they, having the longest exposure to Harry's magic, will have the best control of it other than the Alphas, Minerva. As for the other things, well they're not ready to participate, but they'll observe more and more as time goes by."

"Ahem-that's fine, but you need to come here and help me with Alastor, Harry."

"Oops." Harry got up, set the Princesses on the floor, and trotted over to Anna, who was standing over Alastor with Marcia. "Is he all right, Anna?"

"Fine, Harry, but you need to Ennervate him. That Stunner of yours would knock over a giant."

Nym and the mates came over, as did Sarah and Andrew. Beatrice and Eugenie tucked their singed napkins away; they would treasure them for the remainder of their very long lives.

Harry pointed the staff in wand form at Alastor and said, "Ennervate."

A broad, butter-yellow beam of energy shot out and hit Alastor. He leapt to his foot and then spun around on his peg. "Great Merlin, what was that?"

"An Ennervate, Alastor."

"What did you do that for, Minerva?"

"Because you've been unconscious for five minutes, Alastor. Harry won."

"Good work, lad. We have to do more of that dual wand work, though. Your aim is terrible when you cast simultaneously."

The mates goggled at him. "What, did you think I was unbeatable?"

"Alastor, you do realize that until fifteen minutes ago, simultaneous dual casting was only a theoretical possibility, and you're complaining about his aim?"

"No sense wasting time or talent, lass. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

"Alastor Moody, if you shout at me again I'll Stupefy you! And I won't be so quick to wake you up."

It was too much for the mates. They rolled on the floor, howling with laughter. Breakfast took an extra hour and included a minor food fight. Minerva was in a snit for most of it.

Finally, after Alastor apologized for yelling, they got to class. The Royals went with them to observe.

Of course, Sarah was much more involved as she was actually in the bond with them. However, they slowed down to allow Beatrice and Eugenie time to catch up and participate if they wanted to. So it was not the usual silent crossfire of words, images, and ideas.

Beatrice seemed to gravitate to Emma, and Eugenie was either sitting in Harry's lap or right next to Victoria. Beatrice seemed to be in Harry's lap when Eugenie wasn't. Emma and Victoria stayed within touching distance of him all day.

They made another runestone set and Harry had them make a hundred pairs of Dark Mark-triggered transport wardstones. He carved the Aegishjalmur and charging rune on them and they set all of the stones in a practice hall. While they did all this work, they explained it to the Royals.

Harry also talked through the transport runestones. "We got lists of Death Eaters from all of the people we've captured."

Andrew interrupted here. "Harry, Her Majesty has asked me to bring any copies of any memories you've extracted from the people you've detained."

Harry looked at him and thought for a moment. "Andrew, these memories are nothing that should be seen by anyone."

"Harry, if what Sarah said is any indication, Her Majesty knows her goal is twofold. First she wants to turn the memories over to an organization the MoD has formed to support you, part of the special operations directorate. They will prepare intelligence estimates and war game strategies in order to help you be as efficient as possible. They will also provide training, as well as tactical and strategic planning. Their contact man for you was at the Ossuary the other day, a Mr. Tim Spicer."

"The second purpose is to attempt to identify the Mundane and magical killed or tortured by Riddle's criminal gang and both compensate them and give them whatever follow-up care we can. Her Majesty believes simply Obliviating them and then leaving them is wrong."

Harry nodded. "I should have thought of that."

Andrew smiled at him. "Mother is really good at this, Harry. She's had a few years' experience. Don't beat yourself up. Fight your fight and let her support her people."

Harry looked at Andrew and nodded. "Amelia, can we duplicate those memories?"

"Yes, Harry, we can put them in a recording Pensieve. It will duplicate them and we'll give Andrew the duplicates. Her Majesty has access to a Pensieve, Andrew?"

"Yes, Amelia. We also have a technomancer device that lets us record the memories onto Mundane media."

"Okay. As I was saying, we have a list of Death Eaters. A fair few of them work in the Ministry. Once we charge the stones, we're going to put half of each pair in chokepoints in the Ministry and around magical Britain; then we'll put the other half of the pairs in warded collection cells in the dungeons here."

"Once a day we'll empty the cells and interrogate the people captured by them under Veritaserum. If they're Death Eaters I will duel them, defeat them, and cast the Praedia Bellica over them. We will then strip their memories and hold them for public execution."

"Harry, what do you consider a chokepoint?"

"The entrance to Diagon Alley, public Apparation or Floo points, the entrance to the Three Broomsticks and The Hogshead or any other wizarding taverns or restaurants, yhe entrance to Knockturn Alley, and with the Goblins' permission, the entrance of Gringotts."

"Good, Harry, but that will still leave us a few stones."

"I'm sure some other places will occur to us, Marietta. We'll also start including a pair in each stone set. I also believe we could use them in a fight."

"Harry, we could make them intent-based, or make some intent-based ones for after the war."

"I think once we study the Dark core magic we've acquired, we can create a set that would automatically capture people with a preset level of Darkness in their cores. Since they are literally free, we could mine all the public spaces in Britain with them."

"And the Aurors could do the Veritaserum questioning for you, Harry. Good idea, Padma and Emmeline. We could also have an on-duty barrister based on a rota of those who have passed the bar and an on-duty prosecutor and judge. Justice could be almost instantaneous."

"Very nice, Parvati, but remember the Queen vested Harry with High, Middle, and Low justice. He is the judge."

"Correct, Su. Harry will have to sit court on a regular schedule, but the use of Veritaserum and Pensieves should speed the process up substantially."

The mates all concurred with Sarah, and by then they were through with the Runes period.

They segued into Charms.

They worked on several charms that had value in duels and showed the younger bonded charms for hair, makeup, and reduction of menstrual cycle time. Harry, Andrew, and Alastor fled when the class reached the menstrual relief charms. They heard the snickering behind them.

"Finally, now that they're gone, take your blouses off and I'll show you the support charm."

There were scattered protests. "Bathsheba, we don't need it."

"You will, Daphne, especially when you're pregnant."

Harry led Andrew and Alastor to the study. At the illusioned wall he called on the Aegishjalmur and it glowed in response. "We intend to build a magical academy capable of housing, feeding, and educating four thousand students from grade one through doctoral work. We're going to call it the Royal Academy of Magic. The center point I gave the Goblins for planning is the exact center of the Aegishjalmur in the Hollow."

Alastor looked thoughtful. "It's in a horrible position for defense, Harry, surrounded by high ground on three sides."

"It will be under the Fidelius, Alastor. The Headmistress will be the secret keeper. Students will be oath-bound not to reveal its location, and we're working on a way to detect those going Dark. Bah, that expression bothers me: 'Light' or 'Dark'."

"Yes, convention can be clumsy, but you can change it once you win, Harry." Andrew smiled at him. "What about Hogwarts, Harry?"

"She's happy with the idea. She sees her role becoming more of a College for the best and brightest."

"She, Harry?" Alastor smiled at Andrews's questions. He had seen the Castle coming to life yesterday. He knew the rumors and myths were true.

"She, Andrew. Hogwarts is magically alive, sentient, and bonded to me. I'm surprised you didn't find it through Sarah."

"While we are fully bonded, Harry, even full bonds aren't like yours. Very few fully bonded wizards have access to their mates' minds like you do. Having access to their magic is mythical. We share emotions and some thoughts when we try, usually very powerful or worrisome ones bleed through on their own, but we aren't an integrated consciousness like you and your mates seem to be becoming. Including my wife by the way. What is it with you and my females, Harry?"

Harry looked at the hugely grinning Andrew. "Eerrr, you have excellent taste in women, Your Grace?"

Andrew looked scandalized for a moment. "How did you know she tastes excellent? You haven't even been alone with her yet."

A stunned Harry blushed to his roots and sputtered as Alastor howled in laughter.

"Why, thank you, Harry, and if he ever disappoints me you'll be the first I turn to for 'comfort', since you're so curious. If he keeps this up, it won't be long."

"Sarah!"

"What, Nym?"

"Beatrice and Eugenie."

"Oops."

Harry got the distinct impression of Beatrice planning something naughty, like blackmail, before the mates broke up laughing at the very embarrassed Sarah as she prepared for a frank discussion with her daughters about human sexuality, in the presence of her bonded. He put up his Occlumency barriers, not cutting the bonded off but only leaving his presence.

"He caught you, lad. Now what are you going to do?"

"Wait patiently for him to make a mistake, Alastor." He grinned impudently at Andrew.

"You've got a long wait coming, Harry."

"Good."

Andrew smiled at this. He knew Harry was not a threat to his bond-more of a safety net for Sarah, Beatrice, and Eugenie. It was actually comforting. As Royals they had both Mundane and magical nut-jobs to worry about. Every generation, one of the nuts would get lucky. Andrew was very conscious of what had happened to his great-uncle at the hands of the Irish criminals.

"Why four thousand, Harry?"

"The Queen charged me to educate the sentient magical youth of Britain, Alastor. Between the Royal Academy and Hogwarts we should have enough space to do that. It will be a performance based system, first through fifth grades all at the Royal Academy. Then we'll test them, and those with the highest abilities will move to Hogwarts for sixth through twelfth. The rest will continue through twelfth grade at the Royal Academy and then, based on their NEWT scores, they can move on to University at the Royal Academy or into an apprenticeship. The House system will be eliminated."

"Ambitious, Harry, and sure to cause hard feelings."

"Oh? And executing most of the pureblood males in public in the middle of Diagon Alley is going to make me popular how, Alastor?"

Alastor chuckled.

"Let's get back. The ladies are ready to start Transfiguration."

They walked back to the hall the ladies were in and entered into the advanced Transfiguration and conjuration discussion going on.

The class period finished and the bonded and Royals walked to lunch, still talking and laughing.

Lunch went very well. The bond had settled with Victoria, Emma, Beatrice, and Eugenie in it. It was surprising how forthright and mature the Princesses were, especially Eugenie.

They wandered back to the hall and Moody started DADA. He took his usual course, demonstrating some new curses and then letting them practise. They were broken up into pairs for dueling. Harry was to duel two golems; the two clay ones he had fired to china.

The two golems were shielded with every spell Moody and Emmeline knew so that they would stay alive and learn. Their only purpose was to duel Harry.

These golems were becoming very good. Alastor suspected he couldn't beat them one on one. Of course, they still normally ended up standing against the wall glowing red-hot after Harry fought them.

"Harry, I want you to do the simultaneous dual casting thing. Let's work on your aim. Restrictor bands on, please."

Harry settled the bands on his wrist. Alastor began the duel and watched. As much as he could he watched the mates, too, correcting as he could.

Sarah and Andrew watched in amazement. The amount of energy being loosed by the mates was incredible. This was the first time Sarah had seen the restrictor bands. She wanted Harry to dispatch the two golems so she could get a better look at them.

Nym finished her duel and came over to Sarah. "Care for a go, Sarah? I'll watch the girls." Not that that would be hard; they were hypnotized by Harry's duel with the golems.

Sarah smiled at her. "Thank you." She dragged Andrew over to one of the dueling areas and they squared off. Soon they were casting as hard as they could, but limiting their spells to those which would not cause permanent damage.

After that the Royals were integrated into the classes. At the end of the day the mates wandered to dinner. That night the ladies reestablished the order again.