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Harry Potter and the Witches’ Secret
Chapter 26
14 Sept 1995 (Sidereal)
12-14 Sept 1995 (Off Sidereal)

Harry awoke and stretched. Emmeline put a hand on his stomach to hold him still. He smiled and she crawled up his body to finish what she had started.

Later, laying in the tub with a very satisfied Marcia, Harry asked, “So what was with Ron?”

“Sleep apnea, can you believe? Hestia and Bathsheba came up with a set of runes that we added to his stone; they function as what the Mundane call a CPAP machine when he sleeps. It keeps him from snoring and lets him get real, healing sleep. His disposition, mental acuity, and fitness should all improve.”

“Snoring is bad for you?”

“No, but heavy snoring is a symptom of sleep apnea. I had to observe him for a night before it was definitive. The condition prevents his body from getting enough oxygen, so he stays mostly awake, never getting the real sleep his body needs.”

She hummed as she got a huge thank-you kiss and mental caress.

Ginny stepped down into the tub. “Harry, why are you so worried about Ron? He’s a git to you half the time.”

“He was my second friend ever, Ginny.”

She swam to him. “Okay, Harry, now forget about my brother and love me.”

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St Mungo’s
Long-Term Care Ward

Albus had finally managed to get some real sleep that morning after he broke out of the dream loop he’d been locked in the previous night.

He had come to terms with all the bad he had done or enabled. He knew he had to make this right. He asked for a self-inking quill and some parchment.

He began writing late in the morning, recording everything he could remember. He knew there was something he had to do. It was tickling just at the edge of his memory, but he didn’t have his Pensieve. Ah, well, nap time. He would work some more later.

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Little Hangleton
Riddle Manor

The Master was some better this morning. Maybe tonight he’d be able to get to the wand. Good thing for his silver hand; bloody snake had bitten it and chewed on it.

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Bradford-on-Avon
Great Chalfield Manor House

Antonitus handed Amelia and Zsuzsa out of the Bentley Continental GT just before dawn. As they headed to the house, a white owl swooped out of the lightening sky and landed on Amelia’s shoulder.

Amelia looked askance at the owl and it held a leg out to her. She untied the letters from its leg and looked at them. She handed one to her daughter.

Turning to the owl, she said, “Thank you.”

The owl nodded and launched itself into the air and disappeared.

Zsuzsa had opened her letter after examining the wax seal.

Potter Castle
Harry James Potter
Duke of Magic

Zsuzsa Bourbon,

Milady, it has been brought to my attention that you are possibly in compulsion due to my magic finding you.

In order to test this theory and answer its affects if true, you will need to meet me at Potter Castle on the fourteenth.

I will send a representative to you on the fourteenth at 11 p.m. to transport you to Potter Castle. Please pack for at least three days.

Your servant,
Harry

Zsuzsa handed the letter to her mother and took the letter Amelia had received.

Potter Castle
Harry James Potter
Duke of Magic

Lady Amelia,

It has come to my attention that your daughter is possibly in compulsion for me.

I wish to explore this possibility as well as the possibility of further interaction with the vampire world.

I will send a representative to pick you up on the evening of the fourteenth at 11 p.m. Please pack for three days.

Harry James Potter
Duke of Magic

“Well, he doesn’t waste time, does he?”

“No, dear, he doesn’t,” Amelia purred

“Mother, you will stay away from my intended.”

“We’ll see, dear.”

Zsuzsa rolled her eyes and flounced into the house, mumbling under her breath.

Before Amelia could even get inside there was a scream, followed by an explosion. She sighed and held the letters to her nose: owl, and pure, unadulterated power. If the Duke was anything like his scent, there would be no leaving him alone. She might even have to have a taste of the young Duke.

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Corwen
Wales

Peter Carthage was sitting at the table eating breakfast when a white owl soared in through the open window. It landed on the back of the chair next to his and held out its leg.

“What do you have there, girl, and aren’t you pretty?”

Lauren, coming into the room, said, “Oh my, what a pretty owl. Here, girl.” She handed Hedwig a rasher of bacon. Hedwig gave her an affectionate nibble and Lauren untied the two letters addressed to her and her father.

Hedwig hooted and leapt into the air; time to finish her mission and get back to Harry. She faded out.

Peter had opened his letter and sat stunned.

Lauren opened hers and gasped.

“You knew, gel?”

“Well, yes, Dad, but I didn’t know exactly who. I was going to tell you soon so you could help me find him.”

“Do you think he knows you’re a werewolf, Lauren?”

“I don’t know, Dad. What do we do?”

“On the fifteenth we go see the Duke. We’ll see how it goes after that. We’ll take your betas with us.”

Lauren nodded. She went to get her shawl; she would have to go see Shelia, Susan, and Rose.

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Colonsay
Hebrides

Agnes McNeil happened to be looking out the window when the white owl faded into existence and flew in through it. She admired the owl and took the letter from its leg. The owl nodded at her and flew out the window and disappeared again.

Agnes opened the letter and read it. She sighed and relaxed. Thank Morgana—finally, a reasonable, polite man. Gods, what they had been through with Conner she wouldn’t wish on a mainlander.

Well, time to start getting the Clan ready. They would all travel to this Duke’s castle and swear fealty if he would let them. The women would do what they needed to, and then they would see what happened.

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Southampton
Zabini Manor

Margaret had the same thought as she read her letter later that morning. She Floo-called the others and found out that they had received letters also. Well, might as well get it over with quickly. She went to pack.

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Hogwarts
Great Hall

Pansy watched as the students who had left yesterday filed in in pairs. The mixed-House couples debated a moment and then went to one or other of their House tables together.

Pansy looked to the Staff Table and saw Professor McGonagall smile at them and do nothing about it. So—a new era dawned, apparently. She turned her head to the Gryffindor table and watched the couples come in and take seats. They were relaxed and confident with each other, obviously at least intent-bonded.

Harry—eerrr, Potter—leaving had apparently removed a lot of tension. She could understand how; these lesser wizards hadn’t stood a chance with his magic charging around like a rhinoceros, wetting pants all over the whole castle. She heaved a great sigh; it was so lonely with him gone, and she didn’t even have Malfoy to torture.

After Fred seated Angelina, she watched Pansy. Alicia, Romilda, and Lavender came in with their bonded and were seated. They looked at her and followed her gaze.

“Morgana! She’s in compulsion for Harry, Angelina.”

“I know, Alicia.”

Fred followed their gaze and started. He hissed, “Parkinson? Are you serious?”

Lavender looked at Ron and gently shut his mouth with one finger under his chin. “It’s fairly obvious, Fred.”

The Gryffindor table turned to analysis of Pansy, while in the Potter bond Nym and Sarah watched the hall through Minerva and the rest of the Hogwarts bondeds’ eyes.

“Minerva, look at Pansy. She’s in compulsion, I think.”

“Yes, I believe so, Septima.”

“We might as well find out. If she is, we’ll bring her on the Turn tonight.”

“That would be eight witches and a vampire Elder, Nym, are you sure?”

“Yes, Sarah. Minerva, let’s use your office and we’ll check her.”

“I’ll join you there, Nym.”

“Fine, Sarah.”

“Aurora, can you bring Ms. Parkinson after you finish breakfast?”

“Certainly, Minerva.”

Minerva nodded, rose, and left.

“Minerva, when are you going to move to your real office?”

“Is it important, Rowena?”

“Yes, Minerva. I’ll have the elves move your things there today after they clean out Albus’s things. We’ll store Albus’s things at Potter Castle so Emmeline and her compatriots can look at them.”

“Yes, Rowena.”

Harry smiled. He was glad to see he wasn’t the only one who got pushed around. He did wonder what they were up to, though. Rowena had blocked him earlier, but he would ask them later. He went back to reviewing the plans. He wanted to finish the foundation and lake today and move on to cutting stone for the buildings. He would have to talk to Hookknife, too. He didn’t think there would be enough stone to finish the building.

Aurora stood and moved to her House table. “Ms Parkinson, walk with me, please.”

Pansy nodded and rose. She followed Aurora from the hall and to the Transfiguration Professor’s office.

As soon as she entered the office she felt the urge to submit and strode to the two women standing in front of McGonagall’s desk. She knelt and offered them her wrist.

“Well, I would say that answers our first question, Sarah. I don’t even think she knows who we are.”

“My Alphas, Mistress.”

“Hmm. Okay, Nym, let’s check her.”

Sarah and Nym stepped to Pansy and took her crossed wrist with their left and right hands, respectively; they turned slightly and placed their other hands on Pansy’s forehead.

Pansy was merely a passenger as they started at her earliest memories and reviewed her life. She felt pride at their respect for how she had manipulated Malfoy as cover for her once she’d been sorted into Slytherin. Her family were a new pureblood family; merchant princes with limited political power in a old-blood world, they had cooperatively used their considerable Machiavellian skills to shape their world for their benefit.

Pansy’s manipulation of Draco was surprising. The girl had been so good at it she had only ever had to give him a few kisses and had easily controlled his attempts to grope her or push her into a corner with him, only ever receiving brief feels. The increasingly ugly glamors and slight repulsing charm had been very helpful. She had been desperately worried this year, though; something had changed in Draco, and the short time he had been at school had pushed her skills to the limit.

Draco had gone so far as to tell her that by the end of the month she would be servicing whoever he told her to. Pansy had not panicked openly, but she was very worried when Severus Snape had backed Draco up and his sycophants had begun trying to catch her alone.

In replies to her letters home her mother had been helpful, but her father was becoming terse and hostile.

Sarah pushed deeper, past her consciousness. “She’ll be fine, Nym. It’s amazing how dedicated to family she is. Perhaps more than Harry, even, and I didn’t think that was possible. Something is wrong with her father, though, can you feel that?”

“Yes, but she should be fine, Sarah. She’ll have to be watched. She would kill out of hand to advance the bond, I think.”

“We have to get these glamors off of her too. Did you see?”

“Yes, very pretty.”

“Pansy, you will be in the entry hall at a quarter of midnight for transportation to meet your lord.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Pansy, do you know who we are?”

“My Alphas, Mistress.”

Nym rolled her eyes while Sarah chuckled. Nym said, “I am Nym and this is Sarah. We are the Alpha witches of Clan Potter.”

“Mmmm, my Alphas.” Nym rolled her eyes again and stepped back, releasing Pansy as Sarah did.

“Nym, you can’t expect much. She’s been coming since we touched her.”

“I know, what’s that about?”

They lifted Pansy to her feet and each of them kissed her on a cheek; then they faded away.

Pansy, dazed, exhausted, and satiated, smiled and curtsied and, trembling, left, leaving a smiling Minerva and Aurora behind her.

“Hestia, you’d better meet me at the Parkinsons’ home.”

“Yes, Nym.”

“Rowena, watch Pansy. She’s in no condition to be left alone with the snakes.”

“Of course, Nym.”

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Wales
Near Llandeilo
Carreg Cennen

Nym and Hestia faded into existence at the gate of a huge castle. “Impressive. So do we wait here or go in?”

“Lets wait, Nym. Their wards are going off, and someone will be here in a moment.”

Inside the castle, Jacquelyn looked at Edward and he nodded from his position at an arrow-loop covering the front gate. He had a clear shot at the two women in Auror robes.

Jacquelyn opened the sally port in the huge double iron-bound oak doors. “Aurors, may I help you?” she just managed to get out, fighting the urge to kneel and offer her wrist.

Nym and Hestia looked at her and then each other. Simultaneously they thought, “Oh, my!”

Nym turned her attention back to Jacquelyn. “Lady Parkinson, we’re here to discuss your daughter, Pansy.”

“She’s all right?”

“Yes, Lady Parkinson, she’s fine. May we come in?”

Jacquelyn leaned back slightly and caught Edward’s nod from the corner of her eye. “Certainly—mmph!”

Hestia, seeing her lean, had stepped up beside her and put her hand over Jacquelyn’s mouth. Nym fired a Stunner straight through the door, taking Edward down.

They stepped into the apparently ruined castle and Nym levitated the wizard, taking him into the house behind Jacquelyn and Hestia.

They seated Jacquelyn in the drawing room and Nym Ennervated Edward.

“Madam Auror, how did you do that? That spell passed through the door.”

“Not all of it, just enough to Stun you.”

Edward looked at Jacquelyn. She appeared to be on the verge of breaking down in tears.

“Jacquelyn, what is it? Is Pansy okay?”

Hestia, using her bad-news-doesn’t-get-better-with-age theory, said, “Pansy is fine. She’s been found by the Duke of Magic of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Defender of Magic and Magical Champion of the Crown and Realm, and will be traveling to his Castle to be bound tonight.”

Edward did not like this at all. “She most certainly will not.”

“Lord Parkinson, you understand the consequences of keeping her from her intended?”

“That’s all old wives’ tales. I’m supposedly not bonded to Jacquelyn and we’ve never had problems.”

Nym studied Jacquelyn for a moment, then she reached out and touched her. Jacquelyn submitted immediately, offering Nym her crossed wrists.

Edward growled at Nym and drew his wand. “Get away from my wife.”

Nym was desperately trying to think of how she was going to talk him down. Hestia slowly backed away and began circling to his right.

“Sir, your wife and your daughter are both found. I am sure the Duke will make whatever arrangement you desire, but he will not let them be harmed.”

“How do you know?” Something was tickling Edward’s mind, something some of the wizards he played bridge with and had been associating with had talked about.

“He’s a kind lord; he really doesn’t want this to happen.”

“Who in his right mind would turn her down? Look at her!”

Nym did just that. Jacquelyn was a lush-figured, beautiful woman.

“The Duke would not harm her, and he won’t touch her if she is not found or if she is bound. You may attend with them, I give you my word.”

“I don’t even know you. How can I trust your word?”

“I can give you my oath; I will be with your daughter and your wife the whole time.”

Suddenly it clicked: the rumors of the wives of old Line families helping their husbands to take other wizards’ wives and daughters. This bitch was one of those, then—well, she and her little bitch partner would not be taking his daughter or his wife. Edward growled and raised his wand.

Several things happened at once.

At Hogwarts the torches and fires flared and the castle seemed to growl.

At Potter Castle, Hermione felt Rowena take over and transport them somewhere.

At Carreg Cennen the wards groaned, glowed, and collapsed as Rowena attacked them with everything she had.

In the Royal foundation hole, Harry froze. The Goblins observed him and felt the swirling rage. They dropped their tools and ran to their weapons. Billhook had instructed them to render all aid to the Duke and they would.

At Carreg Cennen, Hermione appeared in the room just as Edward started to cast, “Cru—”

Hestia hit him with a Stunner, but it was so overly powered that it shredded his wand arm. Hestia had been moving as she cast and took up a position in front of Nym just as Edward grasped his fallen wand with his other arm and raised it, casting, “Avad—”

Rowena never hesitated. She flicked her hand up and thought. “Bombarda!”

Edward Parkinson, several meters of floor, and a few meters of wall all sublimed to plasma and blew a hole out into clear air.

At Hogwarts the torches and fires went out and could not be relit.

The mates, minus the Hogwarts bonded, and a Goblin Battalion landed in the Castle and immediately began searching for enemies. Finding none, the mates gathered with Harry, who was holding a sobbing Hermione/Rowena, and Nym and Hestia, who were in a group hug with Jacquelyn.

Marcia moved to Hermione and examined her. She found nothing and moved to Nym and then Hestia. Lastly she examined Jacquelyn.

The Goblins secured the Castle and began repairs. Hookknife came into the room. “Your Grace, we must leave. The wards of this place have been destroyed.”

Harry held out his hand and a set of wardstones appeared. They glowed for a moment and sank into the floor. Lothar appeared in Harry’s hand and Harry struck the floor with the staff while pouring energy into it and thinking of the Potter wards. The wards crashed down around Carreg Cennen and the Parkinson property. Lastly, Harry reestablished the illusion that kept the Castle looking like a set of ruins to Mundane eyes.

Lothar collapsed back to wand size and disappeared into his holster. Harry comforted Rowena/Hermione.

Hookknife bowed in respect.

Nym and Hestia were comforting Jacquelyn.

Rowena gathered herself first and, untangling herself from Harry, said, “Harry, I’m so sorry. I have no excuse, but he was out of control and he was trying to hurt Nym and Hestia.”

“It will be all right, Rowena. You did the right thing.”

“Harry, I used the Bombarda, but I over-powered it,” Hermione’s voice said.

“Rowena, Hermione, you know he was casting the Killing Curse; he had to be stopped.”

Harry walked with Hermione/Rowena over to Nym, who took them in a hug.

“Lady Parkinson, I must beg your forgiveness. We had no intention of this happening.”

Jacquelyn lifted her head from Hestia’s shoulder. “Your Grace, even I didn’t know he would react that way. In fact, I can scarcely believe it.”

Harry bowed from the shoulder and offered his arm. As soon as Jacquelyn touched him she knew she would bond with him. “Your Grace, there is a spell called the Praedia Bellica. If you cast it and Edward had gone over to the Dark, it will secure the House for you, and thereby Pansy and I.”

Harry handed her back to Hestia and cast the Praedia Bellica. To their surprise, the spell took effect.

“I thought the Parkinsons were neutral.”

Jacquelyn, just as surprised, said, “I thought we were, too, Your Grace. I was hoping the spell would just dissipate. I can’t believe I was sleeping with a supporter of the Dark.” She looked somewhat dazed and not a little repulsed.

Hestia said, “We’ll investigate and let you know what we find.”

Harry nodded and they all disappeared, going back to what they were doing. Hestia and Nym took Jacquelyn with them to the Castle.

Rowena and Hermione returned to what they had been doing, and as Rowena returned to Hogwarts, the torches and fires relit.

Lunch was a subdued affair in the bond as the mates assimilated what had happened, comforted Hermione/Rowena, and kept an eye on the investigation that Nym, Emmeline, and Hestia had gone back to. Harry ate two sandwiches from the platter Geoffrey had brought and passed the rest to the Goblins. They were sitting with Harry in a comradely kind of silence. Slasher finally broke it.

“Your mates did right, Harry.”

“I know, Slasher, that doesn’t keep them from feeling bad about it.”

“It’s when they stop feeling bad about it that you have to worry, Harry.”

“What’s that say about me, Slasher? I’ve killed seven in single combat in the last week. While I didn’t really want to do it and wish I never had to again, I will.”

Slasher looked at what he was beginning to consider his young lord. “It says that you are a chief. You must protect your clan.”

The silence descended again for a moment. Finally Harry said, “Well, this isn’t getting the Royal Academy built.”

The Goblins nodded and they all went back to work.

In the bond the mates settled slowly as Hermione/Rowena came to terms with killing Edward Parkinson.

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Diagon Alley
Daily Prophet

“Rita, what is this drivel? We have a Minister under arrest, five members of the Wizengamot missing, and twenty-two Ministry employees fail to show up for work, and you give me, “Ministry officials report a sweep for Death Eaters results in twenty-seven arrested”. Where’s the drama? Give me the back story.”

“Who did they rape and how many times, how good-looking were the women, what did the bodies of their victims look like, what has Fudge stolen? Sell papers, woman. Earn your salary!”

“I can just come kill him now, Rita.”

“Feh! If I want him dead I’ll kill him myself, Harry. What I’m trying to figure out is how to get control of this whole ‘old boy network’ organization and start getting the truth back out there without the lurid details.”

“Why didn’t you say, Rita? Give me a list and we’ll fire them all tomorrow. Harry owns the whole paper now through all the different families.”

“Well, that makes things easier, Narcissa.”

Harry went back to keeping an “ear” on the bonded.

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Hogwarts

Aurora walked into the Slytherin common room. The students watched in amazement as all the traps they had set for their new no-nonsense Head of House were consumed by something as they went off.

She frowned slightly. “The House will be confined to quarters for attacking a Professor. I’ll warn you one last time: you will start behaving like ladies and gentlemen or you’ll be sent down. All of you.”

“I will not tolerate your substandard performance or your lack of morals. I don’t mind you being ambitious, but ambition without restraint and discipline will not be tolerated. Evil will no longer be tolerated in this house. I will restore Honor to Slytherin if I have to kill you all to do it.”

“Messrs. Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, Goyle, and Crabbe will not be returning to Hogwarts. Ms Greengrass, Ms Davis, and Ms Parkinson also will not be returning.”

Aurora cast a look around and turned toward the entry to the Slytherin common room to leave. A cutting curse was hurled at her back. The curse clanged off of a silver shield that formed between her and the students. When she turned back, Adrian Pucey was being suspended spreadeagled and was slowly being drawn tighter and tighter, as Snape had been.

Aurora shook her head. “If this is the best purebloods can do, it’s no wonder that it took a half-blood to be the dork lord. Pucey, if you manage to get down from there before you die, then pack your bags. You’re expelled. If not, well, then we’ll scatter your bones when the wards eventually release you.”

In the vast silence that followed she turned and left, this time unmolested.

Pucey would hang there screaming on and off for two days before his will to hurt Aurora or anyone else was broken. It would become legend in Slytherin. Rowena took a perverse pleasure in torturing this thing that had attacked her mate; she allowed him no rest, and every time his body produced enough endorphins to reduce the pain, she tightened the bonds. Pucey would never walk or use his arms correctly again.

The Slytherin students found that they could only go to class, the Great Hall at mealtimes, or the Library. The Quidditch team was allowed out for practice. Other than that, compulsion charms or something forced them to go to and then remain in the Slytherin dungeon.

Millicent Bulstrode was allowed to go out for an hour a day if she was meeting her bonded, Wayne Hopkins, and she had done the best she could to comply with the school rules and get good marks.

Eventually the members of the House became aware that those ranked in the upper half of the school academically and who managed to act with proper deportment in all things and obey the spirit of the rules were allowed to do whatever they wanted within the rules of the school. It was a difficult year until the ever-decreasing population of the House figured this out.

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The Royal Academy
Work site

Harry sighed and stood up. He had found the polishing charm for the blocks he had cut to be very trying to learn. He had finished quarrying the foundation hours ago, and Slasher had shown him the finish cutting and polishing charm used to finish the raw stone to shape and a mirror polish, and then sent him to practise.

Slasher did not tell Harry that this was Master Goblin Mason-level magic, which normally took years to master and had never been mastered by a non-Goblin.

Harry waved to Slasher and Hookknife and faded away back to the castle.

“Well, that was profitable.” Slasher grinned viciously as the groaning crowd of Goblin construction battalion leaders paid up on their bets with him.

“Slasher, you know that wasn’t fair. How were the other battalions to know the Duke can apparently do anything?”

“Oh, and it was so fair for you yesterday?”

The argument continued as the crew cleaned up and left for the day.

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Potter Castle

Harry faded into the master suite and went to the bed. He lay down beside the still form of Hermione and took her into his arms. Bellatrix spooned against her Mistress’s back.

“I feel so dirty, Harry.”

“I know, baby. I want to thank you and Rowena, though. Hestia or Nym could have been killed if you both had not acted.”

They fell quiet again and just lay holding each other as Nym and the other Primaries came in and joined the snuggle without a word.

“Sir, dinner is served.”

“Thank you, Geoffrey.”

“Have you noticed he can be silent when he wants to be?”

“Yes, Nym.”

“Harry, have you and Nym also noticed that he uses the same appellations for you two and Sarah as he does for Elizabeth and Phillip?”

Harry looked at Hestia thoughtfully. He hadn’t noticed, neither had Nym.

“Susan, Ginny, Daphne, Hermione, and I did.”

“So did we, Hestia.”

They all looked toward the door as Sarah, Andrew, Beatrice, and Eugenie entered. They came to the bed and all received hugs and kisses. Harry gave Andrew a one-armed hug.

“All right there, then, Hermione, Rowena?”

“Yes, Andrew.”

“Yes, Andrew.”

Harry nodded. “Ladies, dinner.” He offered his arm and Nym rested her hand on it. Harry led them to the dining room and kissed his way around the table, seating everyone. He sent the Hogwarts mates mental kisses as they ate in the Great Hall.

As they ate they talked through the events of the day.

“Emmeline, what do you think was really going on with Parkinson?”

“Rita, I think we’ll run across a subset of wizards being transported here who are not servants of Voldemort but are evil, once we get the intent runes on the snatch stones.”

Everyone perked up and Andrew asked, “Why, Emmeline?”

“Parkinson had begun associating with a group of wizards in the last few years. According to Jacquelyn, these wizards were apparently neutral. I think the truth is that they were neutral to Voldemort but are very willing to employ evil methods to accomplish their morally questionable goals. I do not believe they are truly neutral. Also, they appear to be moving to consolidate positions in the shadow of Riddle’s activities. We’ll know more once we get one of them alive.”

“So we have undeclared, political or financially powerful evil wizards coming together in the absence of leadership from the government to do...what, exactly?”

Hestia answered, “We don’t know, Harry.”

“Luna, Daphne?”

“We’ll work on it, Harry.”

“Harry, there’s a more pressing issue right now. Amelia Fastida may try to establish dominance right away—and by that I mean as soon as she arrives she may try to compel you into obeying her sexual commands or allowing her to feed on you.”

Harry blinked at Hannah. “I was doing the research on vampires today with Cho, Luna, and Marietta. Our recommendation is that if she does attempt it, you establish dominance immediately.”

Hannah was blushing ferociously.

Harry peeked into her mind and saw her compilation of what they had learned about dominating a female vampire. He blushed, his hair red, and the mates all colored.

“So I take it this is going to involve some very heavy sexual activity?” Andrew asked.

Sarah shook her head and took a shaking Eugenie into her lap as Andrew held Beatrice. “I wouldn’t call that sex.”

“Hannah, how is Harry going to do that? I mean, she’s a co-ruler with two male vampires, which means neither of them was able to dominate her. Plus he won’t hurt her.”

“Harry knows more about females than they did or do, Susan. Even if he can’t read her like he does us, he still already knows more from being in our minds. He knows what it takes to dominate us, and I believe as long as he wants to do it, he will.”

“And if I don’t want to, Hannah?”

“She’ll turn us and give us to whoever she wants, or kill us.”

The entire castle glowed blood-red for a few moments and then stopped abruptly as Nym touched Harry. His eyes had been terrifying; they had gone from blazing green up through blue and then completely clear. The shimmering mirage effect they generated was the terrifying part; you could feel the raw magic literally screaming, Mine!

For a moment there was silence and then, “She will have picked the wrong night. I’ve had enough of people trying to hurt what is mine today.”

Hannah nodded and breathed again. “She will be, we think, unable to control her reaction to you. Vampires are drawn to power. They must possess it or be possessed by it.”

“Harry, I don’t think you’re going to want an audience for this. Let’s bring Amelia and Zsuzsa here last. If she acts okay, then we’ll turn right away; if not, we’ll turn the whole Castle using the control method we tested last time, while you...erm...do what you have to in the entry hall.”

Harry nodded. “Good idea, Andrew. Nym, can you set it up?”

“Yes, Harry. We’ll start the others moving here at 10 p.m. That will give us time to get them through the line and the Turn set up. You and I will greet Amelia and Zsuzsa, and Sarah will control the Turning.”

“Harry, I’m going to get some blood. We’ll need it to revive Amelia if you have to really, uhh, dominate her. We don’t want you letting her feed from you.”

“Thank you, Marcia.”

“Harry, I’m notifying the vassals and Pansy. I’ll bring them when we’re ready.”

“Thank you, Minerva.”

“Your Grace, perhaps we should—eerrr—” Jacquelyn made some vague motions with her hands. Sarah groaned.

“Snuggle like bunnies?” Eugenie’s clear voice rang out.

“Eugenie, are you learning tact?”

“I thought I’d give it a try for shock value, Luna.”

“It worked, sweetie. I think you broke your mother.”

The group broke up at this comment from Su and Sarah’s fish-out-of-water impersonation.

Dinner broke up soon after and the mates went about their tasks. Harry took Jacquelyn to the master suite and slowly, gently, and sweetly made love to her. The mates found seats after about an hour and the castle flared with light. They actually heard Jacquelyn screaming his name.

“Morgana, Nym! I thought Lothar said he wouldn’t fully bond any of the mums.”

“She isn’t—well, she isn’t like us. She’s more like Andrew and Sarah, but we have complete access to her. Oh, that’s interesting. Her side of the bond will improve with time and exposure.”

The mates all laughed at Harry’s little mental dance of triumph as he realized Luna’s statement meant he’d be able to keep all of his women with him more easily. Then they braced as Harry took Jacquelyn again.

Nym took the twins and went to the master suite. She put them on the bed with Harry and took a shattered Jacquelyn to the bath.

The mates all watched as Harry, guided by instinct alone, played with “his” children. Beatrice and Eugenie joined them, and it made for another of those mate-melting homey scenes that had their eyes brimming with happy tears, their pants soaked, and the bond humming with happiness.

Anna entered the master suite. “I’m so sorry to be the Scrooge and break this up, but Beatrice, can you and Eugenie watch the twins? Harry needs to go bathe and dress.”

Anna smiled at the chorus of, “Yes, Anna,” that she received as she towed Harry from the bed to the bath.

“Thank you, girls.”

At 11 p.m. Harry, after an intimate session with Nym, Anna, and a recovering Jacquelyn in the bath, was dressed impeccably and escorting the equally impeccably well-dressed mates as they followed Beatrice and Eugenie, who walked slowly with the toddlers under the hawk-like eyes of the nanny elves. The procession came down the main staircase, slaying the Queen, courtiers, vassals, and even getting a fond smile from the hardened military men present.

“That’s the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

A chuckle went up as Romilda blushed crimson and clapped her hands over her mouth at her unconscious comment.

The group descending the stairs received deep bows and curtsies and even a little nod of the head from the Queen. Harry and Nym nodded, returning the bows and curtsies.

As he reached the floor, Pansy came to her mother without her glamors and charms but elegantly gowned and coiffed. She was radiantly beautiful and built like a porn star. Her assets were elegantly showcased by the gown she was wearing.

She had a triumphant little smile on her lips as Nym leaned over and shut Harry’s hanging jaw with a delicate forefinger.

“I assume you approve, Your Grace.”

“Merlin, Pansy, who wouldn’t?”

Angelina beamed. The vassals’ bonded had taken Pansy from the Slytherin common room with her gown and accoutrements and spent the evening after dinner bathing and prepping her. They had been astounded when she dropped her glamors and charms.

Harry’s face clouded. “Pansy, I regret to inform you that your father was killed this afternoon when he attempted to cast the Killing Curse at our Alpha, Nymphadora.”

Pansy’s happy smile faded as this sank in, and Harry took her in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Pansy. We would have done anything to avoid this, and in fact had disarmed him, but he wouldn’t stop. Hermione and Rowena were forced to kill him.”

Pansy stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. “I trust you, Harry. You’ve never lied to me.”

Harry kissed her gently and handed her to her mother, who took her to the Queen. On the way, Jacquelyn explained what had happened at their Castle that morning.

The group mingled a moment longer and then Harry went and stood in his position. The receiving line formed and Geoffrey opened the double doors and signaled the elves.

Katherine Nott, Carina Yaxley, Margaret Zabini, Eliza Goyle, Juliet Mulciber, and Katherine Crabbe appeared in the driveway and stood stunned for a moment. The Castle they were facing was simply enormous, and perfect in a way that even their stately homes could not match. They looked at each other and then Margaret led them inside. On entering the hall they paused and were announced to the receiving line and the crowd of people behind it.

“Lady Margaret Zabini.”

A male courtier stepped forward. “Lord Compton, Lady Zabini. May I introduce you to Her Majesty?”

“Please.”

Margaret stepped up to the Queen and curtsied.

“Lady Margaret, I’m sorry about your son.”

“So am I, Your Majesty. It was never my intention to inflict such a monster on the world.”

The two women looked at each other for a moment and then Margaret passed on down the line.

“Lady Katherine Nott.”

Katherine’s courtier (by now they had all introduced themselves to the ladies they would be escorting) escorted her to the Queen and went through what Margaret had. Her response was almost identical.

“Lady Eliza Goyle.”

She stepped forward .“Lady Eliza, what happened to your son?”

“His father thought that beating him would make him smarter, faster, and better, ma’am. His father was a brute of limited intelligence. I’m afraid I couldn’t stop him. The best I could do was attempt to protect my son and love him as best as I could, and never allow myself to get pregnant again,” Eliza said, her lip quivering.

“We’ll do all we can to help your son, Eliza.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Eliza almost cried, she was so glad. Maybe now Gregory would have a chance.

The rest of the Praedia Bellica chattel passed down the line.

Universally they offered their crossed wrists to Sarah standing and their crossed wrists while kneeling to Nym.

Harry raised them all from in front of Nym after she had clasped their proffered wrists, and smiled at them. That smile and those burning green eyes immediately penetrated years of conditioning and left them feeling not at all superior.

Molly almost laughed out loud at her Harry’s disarming of these pureblood queens who had lorded it over everyone for years.

“Molly, Harry wouldn’t like you gloating.”

Molly sighed, knowing exactly how right Arthur was. It took all the fun right out of the gloating.

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Bradford-on-Avon
Great Chalfield Manor House

Amelia paced the sitting room of the house. She was tired of waiting. Whirling around to head back in the other direction, she saw the creature.

“Lilith!” She started. “A house-elf, how quaint!” This was an elf like no other she had ever seen. The complete little humanoid was well formed and bright-eyed. She harked back through her memories and recalled the ancient legend of how the creatures had warred with man and only been bound after the wizarding peoples had defeated them. According to this legend they became caricature-like if not bound to powerful wizards.

The elf looked at her, completely unafraid. “Lady Amelia, Mistress, if you will come with me?”

Amelia stepped over to her luggage. Zsuzsa joined her. The little creature moved to stand by them and waited. At some unseen signal it raised its arms and the mansion faded away, to be replaced with the magnificent entry hall of Potter Castle.

Nym got the first look at Amelia Fastida as she and Zsuzsa faded into view. She was, as her photo had suggested, stunning. Slightly exotic, feral, decidedly dangerous, and she simply oozed sex. Zsuzsa was not far behind her mother, although she seemed fresher somehow, not as completely decadent.

Sarah had shown the other guests to the library and was now setting up the Time-Turner with the selected mates.

Zsuzsa saw Nym and approached her. Suddenly she felt the irresistible urge to submit to this woman. As she sank to her knees and raised her crossed wrists, Amelia barked, “Zsuzsa, stop! Remember who you are.”

Zsuzsa almost laughed. “I know exactly who I am, Mother. I also know who she is.” She offered her crossed wrists to Nym.

Amelia started forward. Harry, standing calmly by Nym’s side, just on the other side of visible, let himself fade into view. “Don’t do something you’ll regret, Amelia Fastida. We have far to travel together, your people and mine; I would hate for it to be me and mine traveling on a river of vampire blood.”

Amelia stopped and took in the power that had landed in front of her. Her nostrils flared. She had never seen so much power in one place, much less one individual. Granted, this woman with her daughter was very powerful, but nothing like this young man. Amelia licked her lips. Oh yes, she would have a bellyfull of this one—and then she would have a bellyfull of this one.

“Mother, don’t you dare!”

Amelia turned her head and hissed at Zsuzsa, her canines lengthening. When she turned back it was too late. Harry grabbed her and flipped her onto the coat of arms carved into the floor and ripped her dress off. Amelia started to fight; amazingly, she found he was faster and stronger than her. He paused just before entering her.

“Amelia Fastida, I am the Duke of Magic, Harry Potter. I would prefer that we do anything but this, but I cannot let you win here.”

“You cannot prevent me from winning, young one. You may satiate your lust in me once, but I will win in the end.”

“Mother, you must stop this! Lilith, find your own or go shag some of your vampires!”

Harry gazed down into Amelia’s eyes as she applied all of her compulsion to him. He smiled and slowly pushed into her. He slowly and steadily stroked into her, getting her used to him and allowing her to think she had control, and then he leaned up and whispered in her ear, “Very nice, pet, I like the tightness of you, and that thing you do with your mind is very nice, warm and tickly. You may come now,” and he flooded her with raw magic carrying his intent for her to have her best orgasm ever.

Amelia exploded under him. Harry just managed to hold on. Her screams of ecstasy actually shook the massive Castle.

What followed made the domination of Daphne seem like a walk in the park. Every time Amelia seemed to get the upper hand, Harry would call on his will and flip her into an orgasm. Finally, at about three in the morning and completely exhausted, used in every possible way, Amelia gave in and just went with it giving herself without reservation to Harry. He drove into her with three deep strokes, willing an orgasm from her, and on the last stroke his hips locked and he pulled her hard against himself and emptied into her belly.

The walls rang and a strange pinkish light flared.

Zsuzsa walked over to her mother and nudged her nude, sweat-slicked form with a toe. “Hah! Got what you deserved, greedy bitch.”

Harry stood slowly and Nym moved up beside him. It had been very close. Harry had not thought he would be able to make her release on command that last time.

“Harry, you do realize you could have called on us and the realm, right?”

The mates felt his mental blush.

“What? You let me think I could beat you if I tried harder and all this time it was just you? You have more resources that you haven’t tapped? As soon as I can move again, Master, we’re going to have a long talk about this.”

“Amelia, what do you need?”

“Blood—Marcia, is it?”

“Yes, and I’ll be there in a few moments.”

“Harry?”

“Yes, Amelia?”

“How can you love me after being in my mind like that? You’ve seen the things I’ve done.”

“I noticed you only infected people who couldn’t have been saved any other way. You only killed when you had to, and you refused to give into Marcus’s plan for turning the world or Viktor’s plan to rule the world.”

“I feel a connection to you, my Amelia.”

“I love you, Master.”

“I love you, too, Amelia Fastida.”

Nym levitated Amelia, and Harry towed her to the master suite and straight into the bath. Zsuzsa joined them. Marcia caught up with them, retrieved Amelia, and started an IV of whole blood on her after Harry and Nym cleaned her up.

Harry finally fell into bed at about 4 a.m. He, Nym, Amelia, and Zsuzsa slept like the dead.

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Potter Castle
First Turned morning

Harry awoke covered by Zsuzsa. He clasped her to him and began nibbling on her neck. She groaned and melted into him.

Moments later the mates braced at the breakfast table as the light flared. Then they chuckled at Harry’s antics. He was hopping around, changing forms, in one of his happy moods again.

He, Nym, and Zsuzsa arrived in a laughing tangle of limbs. Amelia Fastida, while asleep and still recovering, watched them in the bond and smiled.

Everyone was treated to an amped-up Harry; hugs and kisses were scattered everywhere. The twins were each tossed into the air and flown around the room, shrieking in delight, before being flown back to their highchairs. Finally Harry sat smiling at the head of the table.

“You had a good evening, then, Harry?”

“Yes, ma’am and morning, too.”

Everyone gave him smiles as Zsuzsa blushed.

Hestia threw her a bone and distracted Harry. “Harry, we want to move the briefing to the afternoon of the last Turned day to allow us to interrogate prisoners, analyze intelligence, and better prepare the briefing.”

“Sounds like a great idea, Hestia. How many do we have to interrogate today?”

“Three, Harry.”

“After breakfast?”

“Yes, Harry. Also, we’ll want to work on a sunshield for Amelia Fastida.”

“Ultrviolent light, that’s what you have to shield.”

“Ultraviolet, you mean, Hannah?”

“Errrh, yes, sorry, Hermione.”

Breakfast settled after that, and though a good time was had by all, it was slightly less high amperage than Harry’s start.

Harry gave the by now standard warning about interaction with other Turned teams and they set off for the training hall.

On the way there Harry faded Nym and Zsuzsa out of view and took Zsuzsa again. She was very pleased that Nym helped him. For her part, Nym couldn’t resist. There was something deliciously decadent about Zsuzsa that drove Harry wild, and he was imprinting on all the bonded witches. Zsuzsa’s five-foot-six-inch, well-muscled 36C-cup body and wolf-like blue eyes helped Nym resist not at all.

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Potter Castle
Training Area 3

Harry entered the hall with the Nym and Zsuzsa to the mates’ wolf whistles. He checked that the gallery was seated .“Your Majesty, lords and ladies, ladies and gentlemen, this morning we will interrogate new prisoners and judge them. We will also interrogate the chattel of the Houses we have taken by conquest and judge them. Lastly we will test the intent-based stones.”

Harry waved his hand almost imperceptibly and three people appeared, bound to chairs in and wearing hoods. One was obviously a woman. Three teams of two mates each moved forward, conjuring tables. Geoffrey appeared with certified transcription quills and stacks of parchment and placed them on each table.

Harry waved his hand and the hoods disappeared. There were several sharp intakes of breath, Hestia and the Queen among them.

Harry looked at the Death Eaters and chattel. He hated that word already. “The court of the Duke of Magic is in session. You will be questioned under Veritaserum and then judged.”

He wandlessly conjured two chairs in front of the tables and he and Nym took seats. Zsuzsa and Bella folded at their feet. Zsuzsa slapped Harry gently on the leg and gave him a glare as he attempted to protest.

The mates began their questioning. One of the Death Eaters turned out to be Sir Peter Hugh Morrison, an inactive member of the Privy Counsel who had been accused of all kinds of minor infractions and malfeasances. Another was Allison Walsh, a sometime-Auror partner of Hestia and Nym’s. The last was Amicus Horatio Carnaughton, who styled himself the purest blood of all purebloods. The reasons were obvious in his sloping forehead and lack of a chin. He was, unfortunately, as much of a blowhard as his name implied.

The two male prisoners blustered and bristled until their heads were yanked back and the Veritaserum administered. Allison Walsh sat with her head up and took the Veritaserum on her tongue with no objections.

Harry zoned out as he listened to the statements through the mates doing the interrogation.

Baron Taylor approached and listened to Morrison’s interrogation. He was repulsed.

Amicus was unreconstructed, unapologetic, and completely unredeemable, although not a Death Eater. He would be executed.

Allison had been captured and forced to take the Mark or be entertainment for a group of Death Eaters. It had happened a month ago. She had actually scheduled an appointment with Amelia to turn herself in. She felt that some use could still be gotten out of her as a spy if they would question her daily and then Obliviate her. Yes, she knew it caused long-term damage; no, that didn’t matter—she had been a coward.

Morrison was a homosexual Squib who was casual about the age of informed consent, although not precisely a pedophile. He had met the Death Eaters and they had helped him procure young men and boys for his pleasure. He had relayed information to them in payment. He would be killed today.

Harry stood and Baron Fellowes approached and handed him a piece of parchment. Harry read it, nodded to the Queen, and handed it to Nym. He motioned to Clarissa and Parvati and they stood up. Harry motioned again and Morrison landed in the dueling area. Another wave and he was armed. Harry walked into the dueling area.

“Peter Hugh Morrison, you have been found to be a willing supporter of the Dark.”

“Your Grace, if that’s what you really are, tou cannot judge me. I am a member of Her Majesty’s Privy Council.”

Baron Fellowes stepped forward and read the warrant. “Having been found guilty of crimes against children, Peter Hugh Morrison is forfeit of all titles, rights and privileges and is bound over to the Duke of Magic for execution. The Duke may exercise his judgment as to the time and place of execution.”

Harry smiled a truly chilling smile. “Defend yourself.”

The duel was short and brutal, Morrison’s death delayed only by the internal debate Harry was having over the dubious intent actually being pedophilia. Finally Harry decided it was and cast the Incendio and the shield.

The gallery and mates watched in grim satisfaction as Morrison capered about for a few moments before he completely burned to ash.

Harry waved his hand and Amicus Horatio Carnaughton appeared in front of him. “Amicus Horatio Carnaughton, you have been questioned under Veritaserum and found to be a willing supporter of the Dark. Defend yourself.”

This duel was a little longer, but only because Harry couldn’t make out Amicus’s surrender in all the hysterical blubbering he was doing. Harry looked at Nym and she nodded. He cast the Praedia Bellica.

Harry waved his hand and Allison Walsh appeared. “Allison Walsh, I’m sorry we could not help you sooner. Reparation of one million Galleons will be paid to you from confiscated Death Eater funds.”

“You can’t be this cruel, Your Grace, you must kill me.”

Harry was staggered. “Harry, you’ll have to take her as you did me, or kill her. She has the Mark; unless you take it from her, he’ll be able to find her. He’ll give her to the Death Eaters. If they’re kind, they’ll rape her to death on the spot.”

“No, Bellatrix, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can—just ask her. If she agrees to it, then enslave her. If not, you’ll have to kill her. Riddle will torture her to death using the Mark when she doesn’t come to his Summons.”

Harry’s mind was reeling. Bellatrix came and collected Allison and went of to a corner, speaking to her earnestly.

Amelia Fastida swept into the hall and went straight to Harry. Every male in the room except Harry was stunned and hypnotized. She was in a skin-tight bustier and flowing skirt. She was awesomely beautiful, wickedly sexual, and completely feral.

“Master, what are you doing? Why are you punishing this woman? Has she wronged you somehow?

Harry spluttered. Amelia gave him a death-glare and, muttering, stalked over to Allison and Bellatrix.

The males in the room recoiled at the glare and the females chuckled. Harry sat back in his chair and put his head in his hands.

In the gallery, Emma asked, “So what’s the big deal? Harry takes her like he did Bellatrix and apparently Amelia Fastida, and we move on.”

The Queen chuckled. “Emma, you do realize Bellatrix and now Amelia are his slaves, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, right—like that’s a problem. Bellatrix already does whatever she wants, and I don’t see Amelia being exactly cowed by our Little Harry.” She blushed when she realized to whom she was speaking. “Eerrr, your pardon, ma’am.”

Elizabeth laughed. “I think it’s okay amongst the in-laws, Emma. Back on point, though. They are in fact his slaves; he could order them to—oh, say, service Dan and kill you, and they would. They’d have to, or they would die.”

“Harry would never—”

“The Realm and I both agree with you, Emma. He loves Bellatrix, and I believe he has some love for Amelia Fastida, too, but that may be a stormy relationship, to say the least. The absolute nature of the power he has over them weighs heavily on him.”

“So much so that he’d let her die or be killed—or worse, tortured to death?”

“No, Fortune. If I have to, I’ll order him to take her as his slave.”

Shock greeted this comment.

“Can you do that? Eerrr...of course you can. Why is he so stubborn about women? I mean, really, most boys his age would be ecstatic to be with more than one girl who can get along with each other, much less the absolute pinnacles of female beauty and power that he’s managed to accumulate around himself.”

“He was robbed of his parents and his childhood, Duchess Chandler. He’s been pushed, pulled, lied to, stolen from, and tortured. He won’t see it happen to anyone else.”

“But he’d have complete control over what happened to them if he enslaved them.”

“Women have needs, Moira, and right now he has fifty-one, by my count, of the needy things running round in his head. Indeed, I wonder that he’s still sane. Somehow they make it work. Mainly because he requires them to be women in their own right and loves them unconditionally with his whole being. They are, as all of us are periodically, scared little girls and then he is their Knight in Shining Armor; and behind that impenetrable shield they recover and then march on. But he is, in the end, alone. It all comes crashing down on him.

“Sorry—off on a tangent there, he doesn’t want to take anything from them, as it was taken from him, is the real answer. I suspect we won’t have to worry about it for long; Bellatrix and Amelia Fastida will browbeat him into it.”

More prophetic words had never been spoken. In the bond Bellatrix and Amelia smoothly countered every argument he had. They kept Allison with them wherever they went. And they went no more than five feet from Harry unless they were completing some task for him. When he sat they knelt at his feet, or at his and Nym’s feet.

Harry finally raised his head and motioned to Nym.

The hall changed slightly and Katherine Nott, Carina Yaxley, Margaret Zabini, Eliza Goyle, Juliet Mulciber, and Katherine Crabbe appeared seated in chairs at tables. Five pairs of mates moved up to them and held out the Veritaserum. Uniformly and unhesitatingly they held out their tongues, accepting the Veritaserum.

Harry zoned out again as the questioning began. Nym marveled at his ability to process all the interrogations simultaneously.

Surprisingly, the women’s stories were virtually the same in the global facts—all forced into marriages, essentially raped until pregnant, and then kept as trophies.

Margaret’s story was horrifying in that she had had to go through the marriages six times and her son had raped her twice, but Harry could see the similarity between Draco, Ted, and Blaise. He wondered briefly if there was some kind of mental print Riddle put on his minions or if they all had the print already and he found them, or if it caused them to be susceptible to him.

The Veritaserum wore off and Harry came back up out of the bond. “You will all be accepted as vassals, at least. Katherine and Eliza, if you want to see your boys, they’re being held here and I will escort you down after we finish with the experiments we’re about to conduct.”

The women smiled and nodded.

Harry turned and two stones appeared in his hand. He carved the rune sets in them and put them on opposite sides of the hall. He waved and two Death Eater prisoners appeared. Baron Taylor called Geoffrey, who appeared with several purported Squib prisoners and several purported Mundane prisoners.

In reality the prisoners had all been heavily investigated, and while six of them were in fact really bad men and were either Squib or Mundane, as represented, the rest had been convicted of anything from rape and murder to embezzlement.

The experiments went well, the stones transporting all those it should have. The stones seemed to be able to determine whether or not the crimes had been offences against persons. They didn’t care if laws were broken, only if someone was harmed or had the potential to be harmed.

The stones picked out the two Scotland Yard detectives in the crowd, and while they felt a pull, they were not transported.

“So I think we can go ahead and add the intent set to the existing stones, but we’ll still question all prisoners under Veritaserum,” Harry said after they were done.

“How do we get them back, Harry?”

Harry smirked at Sally and held out his hand. Suddenly a pile of stones appeared.

Sally smiled at him. “Magic, Harry?”

Harry smiled and kissed her. Turning to Katherine Crabbe and Eliza Goyle, he raised a brow and they nodded. Harry, Nym, Bellatrix, Amelia Fastida, Allison, Katherine, and Eliza faded away.

“Sarah?”

“Ma’am?”

“I want to put those stones in every public building in the United Kingdom.”

“That will take a while, ma’am, but Harry agrees. We’ll begin creating them tomorrow. It will be simpler because the intent-based rune can be used in place of the Dark Mark rune.”

Tim Spicer’s brow wrinkled. “I don’t believe that’s a good idea, Your Grace. I think that someone who had been forced to take the Mark, like Auror Walsh, would not be transported by the intent-based runes. That would leave them vulnerable to Riddle.”

Allison faded into view. “Harry, said you needed me, Your Grace?”

“Allison, can you please step over the intent-only runestone that Harry created?”

Allison nodded and stepped over the stone. Nothing happened.

“Allison, do you even, feel a pull?”

“No, ma’am.” Elizabeth beamed at her and Allison blushed gently.

“The Duke will bind you as a slave if you wish it, Allison.”

“I do wish it, ma’am, but I fear for the Duke.”

Luna’s eyes went white for a moment, “Nope no problem. Your father is going to go spare, though. We’d better inform him beforehand so he can verify for himself that you’ve been Marked.”

Padma and Hestia stepped up beside Allison, and after some whispered conversation they faded from view.

Susan nodded. “So we go with the Dark Mark and the intent-based runes. Ladies, if you could help, please, we can get these changed and then Harry can send them back.”

The mates moved to the pile of stones and began adding the intent-based transport rune, with the vassals and courtiers watching and in some cases helping, if they had the ability. They talked as they worked.

Sarah kept an ear on the bond.

While they worked, Eugenie played with or supervised Juliet and Julius—it was a little hard to tell which—under the watchful eye of the nanny elves.

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Potter Castle
Dungeons

In the dungeons, Harry, Nym, Bellatrix, Amelia, Allison, Katherine, and Eliza faded into existence in an open circular area. From this area twelve-foot-square cells opened. The cells were miniature one- room apartments with a desk, chair, bed, and attached half-bath.

Harry cocked his head and waved at Allison, and she faded away. Katherine and Eliza saw their sons and went to the cell doors. Harry waved and the doors opened, allowing the women in. While Harry watched the tearful reunions, Nym spoke to Eric Chambers.

“All right there, then, Eric?”

“Yes, ma’am. Have you heard from my family yet, ma’am?”

Nym shook her head. “Sorry, Eric, not yet.”

“I know it’s only been a few hours, but I was hoping....”

Nym’s head spun for a moment, then she realized that the prisoners were not Turned. This was going to be a complication. She would have to figure out why the whole castle had not Turned and arrange some kind of visitation schedule accordingly.

“Emma and I will work on it, Nym.”

“Thank you, Victoria.”

“They will come, Eric. If not, we’ll go find out why.”

“Why is because I’m an idiot.”

“Was an idiot, I hope, Eric. Hopefully you’ve learned.”

Amelia Fastida approached. “These are very nice accommodations for prisoners, Nym. Harry is way too merciful; he should have killed both of those this morning.”

Eric, speechless and nearly drooling, started at her words. Suddenly the vision of lust in front of him was not quite as attractive.

“These prisoners were judged to be guilty but with extenuating circumstances, Amelia. They will eventually be released, executed, or permanently imprisoned, depending on their sentence from Harry. Carnaughton will be executed in public later.”

Amelia nodded. “A political move, very smart.” She turned and looked at Eric. Turning on her compulsion, she asked, “Were there vampires at meetings you attended, young Eric?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Were they like me, Eric?”

“No, ma’am. They were very violent and didn’t have nearly your level of—errr—control. They attacked everything.”

She turned off her compulsion and pulled herself from his mind. “Young, some just turned. I’ll need to fix this, Nym. I can’t have these upstarts creating new vampires without permission.”

“How can we help, Amelia?”

“When we’re back uptime, Nym, we’ll need to find the lair and then I’ll go there and force them to obey or kill them. I would appreciate the bondeds’ assistance since my coven is not here. Also, Antonitus, the Clan leader from the United Kingdom, must be disciplined. He allowed this to happen.”

“He came to you for assistance, Amelia.”

“Yes, Harry, but he should have stopped this earlier.”

“Riddle is very powerful, Amelia.”

“Then there should have been no Clan left in Britain, Harry. He didn’t even try. It was either cowardice or he was covering for having given his tacit approval. Neither can be tolerated. I must rule absolutely, Harry, you know that.”

Katherine and Eliza had finished their visits and left the cells.

“Harry, can they have some reading material? They’re bored, and I’m afraid they’ll do something foolish just for entertainment.”

“Certainly.”

Geoffrey appeared. “I’ll take the ladies to the library, sir.”

Harry nodded and Geoffrey, Katherine, and Eliza faded away. In the library they had Geoffrey show them the children’s books. Greg and Vince would receive a continuous selection of books starting at grade-one level and moving up to about the fourth-grade level before they were to be transferred to America. Their mothers visited them every day. The boys improved massively.

Harry thought a moment and he, Nym, Bellatrix, and Amelia Fastida reappeared in the training hall. The bonded fell to work on the stones and Nym nudged Harry and motioned to Pansy with a nod of her head.

Harry moved to Pansy and took her hand; they faded from the hall. Jacquelyn smiled and blushed gently. The bonded chuckled.

Pansy and Harry reappeared in the massive glass-enclosed roof garden of the Castle on a perfect little lawn beside a clear pool. Harry took her in his arms and kissed her. Pansy tried to pull away and apologize for the way she had treated him over the years, but Harry captured her mouth again and Vanished their clothes. He pulled her down on the grass and very thoroughly explored her magnificent, voluptuous young body with lips, eyes, teeth, hands, and tongue. Pansy was soon occupied in the same pursuit, when the orgasms were not overtaking her.

Just when she thought she could not come again he entered her and took her mouth at the same time. Pansy screamed out her first taking in his mouth.

In the hall the mates had had to find seats and Elizabeth had led the non-bonded to the library. Fortunately, Padma and Hestia had returned with Allison. Her father had been upset but her step mother had shooed her away after getting the whole story and begun working on settling her husband.

Sarah and Nym took Allison and disappeared, reappearing on the little lawn just as Harry filled Pansy with come and bound her in the midst of her gut-wrenching end to the continuous orgasms she was having.

They stripped Allison and laid her beside Harry. Nym pushed him off of Pansy and onto Allison. Sarah took Pansy on her lap and rocked her as Harry started exploring Allison. Harry’s lips encountered the fresh Dark Mark burned into Allison’s arm and a rage began building in him.

Allison was first a little afraid—she now knew he had dominated a vampire Elder and wondered how she could measure up to that—and then overwhelmed. No male had ever affected her like this. She had assumed she was a witch’s witch, not unheard of for those unfound, and usually they bonded with another unfound witch. She had thought it was going to be Hestia or Tonks, as she was very attracted to both of them. Suddenly she was on fire.

Harry, reading Allison, drove her toward the edge and then backed off, changing what he was doing, until she was crying in frustration, begging him to let her come. Harry moved up her body and nudged his head into her entrance and Allison rammed herself down on him. He was her first, but she had broken her hymen riding pegasi. She gasped as she was filled by a male for the first time. She knew now she was definitely not a witch’s witch, as she screamed out an orgasm. She immediately dropped into the bonding orgasm and Harry mercilessly drove her from peak to peak.

“Harry, you have to let go and bond her or you’re going to kill her.”

Harry was undecided, though, and he was slowing. Allison focused and looked into his eyes. “Please, Harry, save me. I don’t want to die or be made into a vegetable sex toy, and I won’t cooperate with him. Please make me yours.”

Harry reached out and took her arms,. He pinned her wrists to the ground above her head with his left hand and covered the Dark Mark with his right. Taking up a long, fast, full-depth stroke and stoking his burning rage, he drove Allison completely out of her mind with pleasure. Finally, as she clenched around him in what he knew would be her last effort, he released and cast the Servus Secus charm as he flooded her with come.

As with Bellatrix, she fell into the bond with the tendrils of Dark connecting her to Riddle. Harry followed them back to Riddle and poured all his rage and hatred into him, burning the connections away from Riddles end and then backing toward Allison, burning out the connections as he went.

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Little Hangleton
Riddle Manor

Peter ran to the Master’s room when he smelt burning flesh. The Master was thrashing around on fire, reaching for the snake. Peter cast the flame-freezing charm and Riddle plunged his no longer burning claw into Nagini’s belly.

Riddle withdrew a hens-egg-sized emerald and curled his body around it. The arm that was not holding the emerald thrashed until it encountered his wand and then withdrew into the stinking, smoking lump of burnt flesh.

Soon an eerie glow filled the room and then faded into Riddle’s body. The body recovered somewhat and then relaxed into unconsciousness.

Peter knelt gibbering by the bed. Whatever was powerful enough to do this could obliterate him with no effort. Without realizing it, Peter reverted to his rat form and scurried away in a blind panic.

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Potter Castle
Winter garden

Nym sat and pulled Allison and Harry into her lap. Sarah and a terrified Pansy joined them in a group hug as the other mates faded into existence around them and immediately joined the growing pile. Allison was overjoyed in the bond when she regained consciousness and immediately went drifting about, pleasuring as many of her mates as she could. Pansy decided this looked fun and joined in. Soon it was a completely happy, satiated bond; even Harry had to smile at the antics going on.

In the real world, Emma and then Victoria mounted Harry. Minerva pushed Victoria off of Harry after his orgasm and sheathed him. She worked him quickly to another peak, then wriggled and shuddered as he spent in her, forcing a delicious orgasm from her.

After a few moments’ rest, Harry settled and thought, “I’m hungry.”

“Well, it is lunch time, Harry. Let’s get you and Pansy and Allison dressed and we can go eat.”

“What’s a Horcrux?”

Allison’s question brought the knowledge rushing in and they felt ill for a moment. Then the rapid-fire processing began

Allison had heard Riddle screaming in his mind for a Horcrux.

The bond was off and running.

“A Hocrux was part of a very nasty Dark ritual, a physical object that contained part of a soul.”

“To create one, part of the ritual required an unwilling sacrifice, a murder essentially, of a sentient magical being of the same kind as the soul being divided.”

“Did that mean Dark?”

“No, it meant species. Riddle used the Horcrux to keep his current body alive when Harry blasted him with power. He must have done the same at the ritual to get a body back and when Harry freed Bellatrix. That’s how he survived when Harry incinerated Quirrell.”

“How many of these things were there?”

“Wait—what about that avatar in the chamber?”

Quirrel
Chamber=Diary
Ritual
Bellatrix
Allison

“So Riddle had used five—how many would there be, then? Arithmantically powerful number 5, 7, 9, 11, or 13, not 5 or he would be dead because he needs a piece.

“Each takes a piece, leaving less, so not too many or he’d fade away to nothing. Even using necromancy you have to have something to work with, 7 or 9, probably 7.”

“He is one, and yes, that trophy, it read with his signature as if it was alive. So did that locket that Sirius gave us, though, 8? No, seven and him. No, that can’t be right.”

Quirrel=unknown
Chamber=Diary
Ritual=unknown
Bellatrix=Ravenclaw’s wand
Allison=Ravenclaws gem

Trophy and Locket = 7 plus him. But 8 isn’t a good number Arithmetically. It has to be 9.

Ring, Slytherin’s ring. He booby-trapped it, but where is that?

9 total, then.

Nothing else, so tired....

Geoffrey popped in with the elves and moved them all to the bondeds’ wing, then he brought the Royals and Sirius to them.

Sirius took one look and asked Geoffrey to get Poppy Pomfrey.

Pop!
Pop!

“What’s the—”

Poppy had yelled when the strange elf grabbed her from the Infirmary, but when she arrived and saw the mass of people unconscious before her she whipped out her wand and started scanning.

As she did, the parents gathered.

“Exhausted, mentally exhausted, too much sex? Bruises, abrasions—Morgana, this vampire has been gang-raped! Wait—vampire? Merlin, these were children? And Sarah of York? What the hell?”

Andromeda ran to Nym and hugged her.

“Andromeda, what’s going on here?”

“Um—”

“Andromeda, Tonks, I know they’re bonded. Now spit it out—what happened?”

“We’re not really sure, Poppy. Harry bound Pansy and then he bound this witch—”

“Allison Walsh?”

“—as a slave and, eerrr, did something to the Dark Mark, and last night he bound this vampire Elder as a slave.”

“Slaves? Morgana, it’s a wonder they aren’t all dead. A vampire Elder, really? Andromeda, you must tell Nym to slow down with him. I know he’s powerful, but Morgana! And removing Dark Marks? That’s impossible, even for Albus.”

Poppy bustled over to Bellatrix, who she had just recognized. She turned her right arm over and gasped. It was true; the Mark Poppy knew to be there was gone.

“Madam Pomfrey, will you require assistance?”

Poppy looked up and over the unconscious form of Bellatrix and met the eyes of the Queen. She dropped a curtsy. “Your Majesty, no, ma’am. I believe they’re all simply exhausted. Sleep and food should put them right in a day or so. I’ll monitor them for a few hours.”

The Queen nodded and then turned and swept out of the hugely expanded master suite in which Geoffrey had put the bonded, Andrew on her heels.

“Your Grace, until we are informed otherwise we will assume the Duke of Magic was disabled by some form of attack. You are to act in his stead. Secure the Castle.”

“Ma’am,” Andrew said, having no idea how he was going to do that. Geoffrey led him to the library and placed his hand on a book on a central podium. Suddenly the Potter wards connected to him and they came on at full power. The Castle hummed—well, growled, really.

The Queen, who had followed along with the rest of the court and the vassals, smiled at him. “Very nice, Your Grace, and thank you, Geoffrey.”

“Well, while we wait we might as well eat.”

Andrew offered his arm to the Queen and they followed Geoffrey to the dining room. Lunch was an anxious affair until Andrew said, “Ah, they’re back. They’ll be fine, Sarah just let me know in the bond.”

Suddenly the door opened and Harry strode in with Nym on his arm, the bonded behind him, and Poppy upbraiding him mercilessly. “And no sex until tomorrow at the earliest.”

The mates blushed furiously. Harry seated Nym.

“Harry, what exactly happened?”

Harry looked at Elizabeth and then launched into an edited version of the whole story, omitting the graphic details of Pansy and Allison’s bonding but including everything else.

Bill looked thoughtful. “Horcruxes are nasty, dangerous things, Harry; they’re essentially an almost-completed necromantic ritual. If mishandled they can spontaneously complete it themselves, usually killing whoever is closest to them. You say you have two of them here? Mind if I take a look? We’ve had to destroy a few in Egypt, and it cost us some good people. Might I get my boss, in, too?”

“I’d appreciate it if you would, Bill.”

Poppy looked as if her head would explode.

“Harry James Potter, you left out the small fact that in the last two days you’ve been intimate with all of your mates at least twice and forced the world’s only known female vampire Elder into sexual submission and then bound her as a slave.”

The whole table sat stunned as Harry blushed to the roots of his hair and looked as if he wanted to crawl under the table.

“That’s a bit of all right there, Har—”

POP!

Ron didn’t even flinch this time as Lavender smacked him in the head hard. He just grinned like an idiot.

The twins opened their mouths, but when they felt the hands on their inner thighs take large folds of meat and skin between thumb and curled fingers, they snapped them closed again. Looking into their bondeds’ faces they saw sweet smiles that ended somewhere before the eyes, which were promising pain and weeks of enforced abstinence.

Phillip looked around the table and saw all the purpling heads and knew that something had to be done. “That’s the way, Harry old man, stiff upper lip indeed.” And he gave Harry a broad wink.

“PHILLIP!”

The Queen looked horrified.

Dan cracked first and collapsed into his fortunately empty soup bowl, howling with laughter, completely mortifying Emma and an already heavily blushing Hermione. Andrew was next, alternately laughing and screaming as Sarah pinched him viciously in an effort to get him to stop.

At this, the entire party collapsed in guffaws.

As she wiped the tears from her eyes, Elizabeth found herself looking at a seriously disgruntled female vampire Elder. “Amelia, dear, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? He completely owned me from start to finish for four hours. He didn’t use his bonded or the realm to draw on, and on top of that he had had at least fifty women, some of them multiple times, in the forty-eight hours leading up to his complete and total domination of me. And then he grinds two teenagers into a very satiated paste and does the same to an Auror at her sexual peak who he then enslaves. I never had a chance.”

“MOTHER!”

“Are you really sure you wanted everyone to know that, dear?”

Amelia Fastida started and then held her head up proudly. “It’s not like they can do anything about it, nor could they duplicate his performance.”

The rest of lunch passed with occasional outbursts of laughter. Finally Harry rose and excused himself. The rest of the males took the hint and left with him.

“All right, Poppy, what is it?”

“Nym you and Sarah have to take control of this. Harry is right at the ragged edge right now and has obviously been pushed over it once or twice recently. I dread to think what will happen if you all get pregnant. You’ll kill him in the second trimester.”

“What? How, Poppy?”

“Nym, in the second trimester your hormones will be raging out of control, as will your magic. All of your appetites will be elevated, as will your emotions.”

“I thought that was mostly exaggerated stories or old wives’ tales.”

Melinda Bell laughed. “No, they aren’t. Poor Marcus—I was crying one minute, jumping him the next, and then before he could even finish I sent him for sardine and chocolate ice cream. I think he had to make it himself.” She shuddered “I still can’t look at sardines. Good thing I didn’t take on to Marcus that way.”

Katie rolled her eyes.

“What, Katie—no disparaging “MOTHER!”?

“Would it do any good? You’re all incorrigible.”

Elizabeth chuckled, and Poppy continued, “As I said, you have to get control of this and either slow down his exercise or slow down on your exercising him. For him it’s all burning calories and exercising.”

Marie thought a moment and then groaned. “So I let him get into the classic overtraining pattern.”

“If by that you mean he’s only achieving a superficial recovery, you’re correct. He needs less general exercise and more specific exercise, and you must account for the exercise he’s getting during sex.”

Janet nodded. “We’ll break him out into an upper and lower body alternating day isolation program and slow him down, Marie. It’ll be fine.”

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Harry had retreated to the sitting room and collapsed into a chair. “Not a word from any of you.”

Snickers all round.

Dan finally said, “Harry you should slow down a little. They won’t leave you if you don’t have sex with them every time you see them. Well, the ones that are any good won’t.”

“Dan, I don’t do that now. It’s just that there are so many of them one of them is always...eerrr....”

Outright laughter followed this. “We get the picture, Harry, but talk to Nym. She and the Primaries will help you.”

“I hope so, Arthur.” Harry leaned his head back and they talked of other things, just letting him rest.

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That afternoon passed slowly and comfortably for Harry, and in fact everyone. The manic levels of activity steadied and Clan Potter collected itself.

They went back to the class schedule and everybody settled in. Emma Granger turned out to be a quick study and was steaming through the Hogwarts syllabus as fast as Frank and Alice could give it to her.

Some of the courtiers who had never been formally magically schooled were joining those classes while everyone else continued with the dual track Clan syllabus.

Stealth and Tracking had flipped now, though, and the witches were desperately trying to hide from Harry. They were spectacularly unsuccessful, with first Megan getting taken in the gallery while invisible and then Krystal being thoroughly taken under the dining room table, when Harry suddenly materialized, covered her, and Vanished her clothes.

Poppy gave Harry a glare when they materialized at the end of the class with Megan and Krystal’s condition obvious. He grinned impishly at her.

Mind Arts was another area that Poppy wanted to say something about, but her wand registered no physical effort being expended. It was very, very obvious Harry was pleasuring all of them, one after the other, in the classroom that only the bonded had retreated to, but she couldn’t understand how.

Amelia Fastida had thought she would lose her mind when he penetrated her natural vampire shields and took control of both her pleasure center and her sexual center, stimulating her mercilessly. Zsuzsa looked at her mother when they came out of their minds at the end of the session. “Big bad vampire queen, huh? Looked more like desperately horny nymphomaniac to me.”

“Zsuzsa, leave your mother alone until after he does both of your centers at the same time.”

“Yes, Nym.”

It was disconcerting to see a fifteen-hundred-plus-year-old vampire Elder stick a delicate pink tongue out at her eighteen-year-old daughter from behind Nym.

Zsuzsa rolled her eyes. “Grow up, Mother.”

Dinner was very relaxed. Afterward Harry and the leadership study group discussed current events and dissected Harry’s opinions and decisions, and the rest of the group dissected life, the universe, and everything. Sirius spent the evening rescuing the twins from one of their mothers or another.

At 10 p.m. Harry wound up his discussions, and after saying good night he offered his arm to Nym and they led the bonded to bed.

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“Harry, Poppy is concerned and Marie, Janet, Krista, and Krystal agree that we need to slow down your physical activity levels. Sex counts as a physical activity. So now you can only take one mate and one potential bonded at night and one mate and one potential in the morning. Stop pouting, Harry.”

“But Nym, what about during the day?”

“You can take one in Stealth and Tracking and one in Mind Arts, Harry, and since you like it so much we’ll allow you to take the most needful at your discretion once a day.”

Cynthia decided that talk time was over and took appropriate action. After Harry had pushed Cynthia, growling, over the edge, Carina Yaxley, who had drawn the short straw among the chattel, found herself very thoroughly mated. As she had the largest, longest, most intense orgasm of her life, her lover released in her and she found herself in the bond. She wrapped her arms and legs around Harry and cradled him to sleep, still buried in her. Even semi-flaccid he was all she ever wanted. It was glorious.

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Potter Castle
Second Turned morning

Tracey gently stroked Harry, trying to keep him asleep until he came. She eased her mouth over him; slowly and gently she brought him to full hardness and then pushed him down her throat. She loved the feeling of having him all the way in her mouth. She raised her head and then torturously inched him back into her throat. She squeaked in surprise when a strong pair of hands lifted her and sat her on his face. Her squeak turned into a moan as he slowly drove her out of her mind with his very talented tongue. Just before she dropped into her orgasm he rolled her over and flipped himself, ending up locked in a burning kiss with her and fully buried in her warm, wet center.

Tracey couldn’t contain herself, and as he began stroking into her she wriggled delightedly. Harry chuckled and picked up the pace, pushing them both to a tremendous orgasm.

Margaret approached the bed with some trepidation; she had basically only ever been raped before. None of the men she had married had taken the time to know or love her. She had been a trophy and when not in public was only there to be used.

Harry immediately disabused her of her fears as he slowly and gently explored every inch of her.
To Margaret it felt as if he was worshipping her. She would find it was true in a little while; he was endlessly fascinated with all of them, not just their bodies but their minds. He was also constantly in awe that they would give themselves to him and he held their hearts to be his greatest asset. He would gladly give all he had for them, including his life.

Explorations over and Margaret mewling in need, something she had never done before, he slid into her and she immediately launched into the first orgasm ever given to her by someone else. Stunned, she attempted to catch her breath, and the second and then third orgasms hit her. Soon she could not separate them any more, and it all blended together in a blur of pleasure.

As she reached the end of her string Harry released in her and she fell into the bond, screaming in joy. Her legs and arms locked around Harry and he rose and carried her to the bath.

“Ha! Call me limpet—look at Margaret.”

It was the oddest feeling for Margaret to stick her tongue out at Daphne in the bond. Curiously, Harry was instantly rock-hard. Margaret used this to her advantage and as he rested on the stairs she took them both over the edge again. Afterward, Harry stilled her with his hands on her lush hips.

“Shh, baby, stop. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I don’t care. You need to be happy.”

“Shhhh. I’m very happy just resting here in you.”

Margaret stilled and was amazed to feel that he wasn’t lying and that he was indeed very happy to just rest, buried in her.

Her wistful image of her shrunken body impaled on him under his robes as he went through his day amused the bonded.

At ten minutes before six Harry gently disengaged from Margaret, and after helping her from the tub, they dressed for PT. Nym was forced to remind him again that he probably didn’t want Ron seeing that much of her just before they entered the gym.

In PT Janet, Krystal, Krista, and Marie ganged up on him and took him through his stretches and then the heaviest upper-body workout they could manage.

Harry got on the treadmill and they cranked the pace up to way past world record pace and, smiling, let him run. Little did he know that tomorrow they wouldn’t let him run at all. After his run they took him into cool-down and then the cold pool.

Arriving back in her room, Amelia Bones found a very naked Harry holding the sheet up with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face. She smiled and joined him in her bed. She had been feeling a little down and antsy, but suddenly that all cleared up.

Harry and Amelia arrived in the dining room for breakfast with smiles from ear to ear. The lessened activity had done Harry a world of good and he was wetting pants all around the room.

“Uh, Harry, can you turn that down a little? I’d like to keep Lavender conscious some today,” said Ron, who had watched as Lavender saw Harry and began panting.

Lavender blushed faintly and clapped her mouth shut as she averted her eyes.

Harry went his amazing shade of Weasley.

“Harry can you keep your hair like that?”

Harry thought about it for a moment and his blush faded, then suddenly his hair went back to Weasley red while his face stayed clear.

Molly and Arthur both looked ready to burst with pride, and Harry drew ooohs and aaahs from everyone.

With no crises to solve today and no interrogations, classes went fine and there was a genial atmosphere all day.

Beatrice and Eugenie developed the habit of kneeling around Harry and Nym’s feet with Bellatrix, Allison, and Amelia.

It was very amusing to see a courtier look scandalized at this and then look into Amelia Fastida’s deadly, amused eyes. It was even more amusing to watch as that same courtier yanked his or her gaze from Amelia’s and had the misfortune to gaze into the deadly violet eyes of a distinctly unamused Bellatrix and then the ice-blue glare of Allison.

Elizabeth took the opportunity to take a Baroness down a peg. “A question, perhaps, Baroness Grofton?”

The ice-blue glare suddenly went burning green, and Baroness Grofton started. “Eerrr, no, Your Majesty, none whatsoever.”

“Stupid cow, I don’t know why Elizabeth keeps her around.”

“Sarah!”

“What, Nym? Grofton is almost as bad as the wizarding purebloods.”

“You do realize that Elizabeth can probably hear you through the Realm’s bond to us when we’re this close to her?”

For the first time Sarah blushed; the bonded chuckled and Elizabeth smiled at her and then concentrated for a moment.

“She has her uses, Sarah, or I would have gotten rid of the sanctimonious cow years ago.”

“Elizabeth, the princesses!”

“Oops, sorry, Minerva. Girls, it’s all right to keep that kind of counsel in here or to yourselve,s but you must never let it show. Unscrupulous people could and would use it against you.”

“I could relieve you of the burden, Elizabeth. I’m feeling a little peckish.”

“MOTHER! I told you, no snacking on the guests.”

“No, Harry, I was joking. What a nice though,t though, my Master. Later.”

When Amelia had said she was hungry, Harry had immediately begun thinking of where they could quickly step out to so she could have some blood from him.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Amelia—you biting him...eerrr, feeding on him, I mean. We don’t know exactly what the result of that could be, and Riddle is still out there. I’d like you to try some of Harry’s blood, though. We can draw you some tonight.”

“Why, Marcia?”

“I think it would bring her power levels up, Daphne.”

The discussion raged in the bond for the rest of the day and it was decided to do some more research.

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Potter Castle
Third Turned morning

Harry had had a very nice evening with Eliza and Krista, followed by a fun morning with Nym and Katherine Crabbe.

PT was an eye-opener as Harry did the best he had ever done on the lower-body workout. Breakfast was very satisfying, with Harry radiating a kind of aggressive genial contentment.

The staff mates took the morning to work on the briefing while the other mates went to class. Lunch arrived and they looked around for Harry.

Harry had taken Emma to the roof garden and slowly driven her into complete exhaustion. She was in need, and his drive was turned a little higher than the current restrictions allowed.

While he was taking Emma he restricted the bondeds’ access to her and himself to presence only.

Harry transported them to Emma’s room and transported Marcia to them. Marcia took one look and checked Emma; she was physically and mentally exhausted. “Harry, don’t do this to the younger mates too often. We don’t really know what the results will be.”

Harry and Marcia faded into the dining room.

Lunch was a pleasant affair with the settled bonded and guests.

Classes that afternoon proceeded normally, with Harry taking Victoria on the coat of arms in the entry hall while they were both invisible. Minerva got herself taken again in Mind Arts, both in the mental realm and because of her iron will in the physical world. As Mind Arts was a bonded-only class, it was okay, but it could have happened in the middle of Trafalgar Square; once Harry and Minerva had reached a certain point they were completely unaware of the rest of the universe. Minerva was content with her massively satiating failure.

After dinner everyone removed to the theater in the training hall and Nym started the briefing.

“Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, guests, vassals, and bonded. Good evening. It’s 14 September 1995 and this is the daily situational update briefing, covering thirteen to fourteen September 1995 of the Duke of Magic’s Own First Magical Regiment of Infantry. We’ll start with the G1, Susan.”

Nym sat, shuddering, Harry was very enthusiastic in his thanks. “Harry, sweetie, don’t take this wrong, and I love it when you do that, but you have to tone it down a little. My panties are soaked.”

“Sorry.”

As the bonded chuckled, Harry cast a gentle cleaning charm on Nym and she smiled her thanks to him.

Susan rose and the screen lit up as a podium appeared on the front of the stage on Harry’s right.

Regimental Strength

Alphas
Nymphadora Tonks Potter
Sarah of York

Primary Wives
Hermione Granger Potter Susan Bones Potter Hestia Jones Potter
Ginny Weasley Potter Daphne Greengrass Potter Beatrice of York
Eugenie of York

Wives (all now Potter)
Hannah Abbot Shelia Fawcett Megan Jones
Sally Anne Perks Mandy Brocklehurst Su Li
Padma Patil Cho Chang Marietta Edgecomb
Luna Montgomery Luna Lovegood Tracey Davis
Katie Bell Parvati Patil Janet Carruthers
Rita Skeeter Minerva McGonagall Aurora Sinistra
Septima Vector Bathsheba Babbling Madam Rosmerta
Ann Morley Anastasia Romanov Chu Li Ming
Marie Crouching Cougar Amanda Sherman Emmeline Vance
Amelia Bones Narcissa Black Anna Abbot
Marcia Braithwaite Krista Collins Krystal Champion
Victoria Frobisher Emma Dobbs Cynthia Carlisle (nee Fudge)
Clarissa Fudge Rowena Hogwarts Zsuzsa Bourbon
Jacquelyn Parkinson Pansy Parkinson

Slaves
Bellatrix Black Amelia Fastida Allison Walsh

Bound Women
Katherine Nott Carina Yaxley Margaret Zabini
Eliza Goyle Katherine Crabbe

In Compulsion (Probable [tentative])
Juliet Mulciber Alexis Rookwood Irina Dolohov

156 House elves
22 Nightmares
142 Guests

“Fifty-nine women are bonded, two Alphas, seven Primary wives, two intent-bonded, forty-one wives, three slaves, and five bound women. Three witches in compulsion have been identified and they are all under control of the Dark Lord or his minions, status unknown, but we know they are alive. All personnel are accounted for.

“We have discovered that, as with all multiple bonds, there are different levels of bonding. We will continue to move the bonded into the proper categories as we identify them.

“No personnel are in hospital and none are on restricted duty for medical reasons.

“We have twenty-one prisoners, all alive and in reasonable health. All have been interrogated.

“Subject to your questions, Your Grace, I will be followed by Daphne the G2.”

Susan, faintly blushing again, sat and Daphne rose gracefully. She moved into position and another chart appeared. She briefed her chart as it appeared.

Intelligence summary

“Weather: Normal, no impact to ground operations across the theater of operations, flight operations restricted by low broken cloud cover.

“Enemy:

“Dark Forces: the Dark Lord still continues to add to his forces. We are seeing continuing but reduced recruiting efforts among wizarding folk and ‘Dark magical creatures’. Wizarding folk are being recruited under duress, as evidenced by Allison; we suspect this will be mostly witches.

“We believe the Dark Lord has created at least seven but possibly more Horcruxes. We are attempting to confirm this fact and determine how many have been used or destroyed.

“Unknowns: we have tentatively identified a group of fourteen so-called ‘new’ pureblood families that appear to be operating as a loose confederation. Their intentions, based on very little evidence, seem to be to take advantage of whatever opportunities present themselves. We will continue to gather data.

“Friendly:

“Light Forces: The Order of the Phoenix, under new leadership, continue to gather intelligence and counter the Dark forces’ moves to obtain the prophecy.

“Ministry: The Ministry has had the intent and Dark Mark stones installed, and the Acting Minister continues working on issuing the loyalty oath.

“We are tentatively classifying APWB Dumbledore as a friendly. Parvati arranged for him to be given only repeating parchment to write on, and we have the other copies of this. His writing indicates that he has had an epiphany of sorts and is currently reviewing all of his actions from the death of his bonded and child until now. We may be able to obtain more useful intelligence as he is conducting an analysis of both his actions and Riddle’s.

“Estimate: We believe that in the near term Voldemort will continue to attempt to gain control over the prophecy, after he recovers from whatever it was that Harry did to him while enslaving first Bellatrix and then Allison. Also, there is no doubt that he will attack to seize Azkaban in order to replenish his diminishing forces. This will take some time as indications are that his encounter with Harry during the enslavement of first Bellatrix and then Allison injured him so badly as to require him to expend two Horcruxes just to stay in his current incorporation.”

“The snatch stones removing Death Eaters from Voldemort’s control will assist us in both reducing his forces and increasing our available resources. Thirty snatches have been made to date.

“Subject to your questions, Your Grace, I will be followed by Hestia, the G3.”

Daphne blushed and sat.

Hestia rose and approached the screen.

“Your Grace, the Regiment currently continues training and intelligence-gathering operations.

“Also, the construction of the Royal Academy continues to progress at a rapid pace, thanks to Harry doing the work of a Goblin battalion again yesterday. It should be finished at the end of the month. We will then apply the Fidelius and begin interviewing teachers. We should be ready to take on students after Christmas break. Chu has sent out the letters to all human students from the magical births register and begun receiving replies. We need to acquire a representative among the Centaurs, Merfolk, and other sentient species.

“We are refining the prophecy scenarios, Allow, Deny, and Obfuscate. We will have a decision briefing for those scenarios after this briefing.

“Planning continues for changing contingencies that Luna has foreseen. We will be prepared to rock-drill these plans, and get your approval of them, Your Grace, in a fortnight.

“We are continuing to review the body of wizarding law, per your instructions, Your Grace, with the intent of stripping it down to its simplest applicable terms.

“Subject to your questions, I will be followed by Ginny, the G4, Your Grace.”

“A centaur, Your Grace? Isn’t that going a little far? I mean, a vampire has its uses as a slave, but a Centaur would be bestiality if you ‘acquire representation’ in your normal manner.”

A collective gasp was heard.

Harry never got the chance to answer as Elizabeth turned and froze Baroness Grofton in a steely glare. “You are swiftly approaching the limit of your usefulness to the Court of St James, Grofton. You must adjust your outmoded morality or risk becoming superfluous. In fact, I am done with you. Your Grace, you may satisfy your honor however you choose.”

Before the Baroness could reply or even fully process what she had heard, Amelia Fastida moved. Amazingly, even with her vampire speed Harry was already standing over the Baroness with one hand on her forehead.

He slammed into her mind and groaned. Suzanne Grofton was in compulsion and was not dealing with it well at all. She had been raised staunchly Church of England and would not let herself be a part of a multiple bonding; to her it was literally a fate worse than death. She had been concealing her compulsion since the first visit to the Castle, and it was rapidly overcoming her reason. Harry went directly to the essential Suzanne and opened his mind to her. After reviewing his life so far and encountering the bond mates, she shuddered and went blank. Harry pulled himself from her mind.

“If she recovers, ma’am, I’ll have to bond her or she will go insane, if she isn’t already.”

Marcia moved to Harry and took the Baroness from him and faded from view for a moment. After she checked the Baroness and laid her in her bed, she faded back into view.

Hestia surveyed the room. “If there are no more questions?” She turned and sat in the silence that followed.

Hestia and Hermione got the little blush. Ginny rose, smiling.

G4 Operations

“Your Grace, the Household and Regiment are currently supplied as necessary. We are still coordinating with vendors for supplies for the school.

“We’ve begun checking and refurbishing the Castle pursuant to your plans to keep your children with you.”

Harry blushed furiously. Ginny had picked this out of his mind, a small portion of which was constantly on Juliet and Julius and his future children.

“We have no current issues.

“Subject to your questions, I will be followed by Amelia, the G5.”

She blushed heavily and sat. Amelia rose and stepped up to the podium. The screen disappeared.

“Your Grace, as briefed yesterday, the Regiment is currently in control of the top level position in the Ministry and I’m still moving to consolidate the position.

“I am administering the loyalty oath and have completed the department heads.”

“Subject to your questions, Your Grace, I will be followed by Narcissa, your G8.”

Narcissa rose and moved to the podium. “Your Grace, consolidation of the chattel Houses continues with the McNeil witches coming tomorrow.

“We have prepared letters of termination for the senior editorial staff of the Daily Prophet and they await your signature. We have prepared the letter installing Rita as editor and giving her complete authorization to do what she needs to.

“I am, as always, prepared to give a full accounting of the Duchy at any time.

“Subject to your Questions, Your Grace, I will be followed by Chu.”

Narcissa received the nod and turned quickly to her seat to hide her blush.

Chu rose and moved to the podium.

“Your Grace, great progress has been made on both the physical facility of the Royal Academy and on hiring instructors. CVs are pouring in and student applications are beginning to arrive. We need to discuss how the first through fifth year students will arrive and depart for the school day and any school-related activities; I’ll see you with Minerva later on this subject.

“We are, thanks to your efforts, weeks ahead of schedule on the facility still.

“Subject to your questions, I will be followed by the Executive Officer and Chief of Staff, Duchess Nymphadora.”

She moved to her seat, receiving his thanks and blushing faintly as all her mates had yesterday and today.

Nym stood. “Subject to your questions and guidance, Your Grace, this concludes our update briefing. We would like to move into a decision briefing for the prophecy.”

Harry stood and moved up on the stage. “Thank you all, ladies. You have, I believe, captured the intent as always. I look forward to our next briefing. Does anyone have any questions for me?”

“Harry, you don’t have to bond Baroness Grofton.”

“Ma’am, I believe I do. She’s not a bad person, she’s simply prejudiced by her upbringing. And my mother informed me that there would be women I bonded that I didn’t really want to, and that I shouldn’t turn any away.”

Harry nodded to Nym and sat. She rose and moved back to the podium.

“Your Grace, the issue is what to do about the memory of the prophecy that is currently in the Hall of Prophecy of the Department of Mysteries.

“It is kept in a charmed Remembrall that only you and Riddle can touch. To hear it, one of you must break the Remembrall.

“If we allow Riddle to have it, it is possible that he could find some way around it. We believe this is unlikely, but it is possible. We believe that the most likely course of action is that he would hear it and focus his efforts solely on you.

“We can easily deny him access to it by moving it to here or some other location under Fidelius. We believe this would cause him to continue to attempt to find it, leading to more destruction, and possibly deaths caused by his minions and himself.

“If we replace it with a new prophecy there is the possibility that it would become an active true prophecy; the experts we’ve talked to are in disagreement over this.”

Harry grinned. “Okay, so we’ll make up a prophecy that the bonded agree could be the best thing to ever happen to us, the bonded, and replace the real one with it. We move the real one here, and we let him get to the fake one without taking any casualties ourselves but stripping him of any minions he brings with him.”

The Slytherin amongst the bonded went all starry-eyed.

“Oh, Morgana!” Bellatrix groaned in the bond, and the rest of the bonded smiled as she shuddered at Harry’s feet in what appeared to be a climax.

Nym smiled predatorily. “Yes, my lord. This concludes the briefing.”

Chu rose from her seat. “Harry, can we talk about the school issue now, or are you tired?”

“Lets do it now, Chu.”

“If Poppy wasn’t such a spoilsport—” Shocked laughter followed this comment.

“Harry, we had thought of using Portkeys directly to their classrooms, all timed to arrive at appropriate times. These could be permanent two-way devices.”

Allison, from her position by Harry’s feet, said, “You know those could be emergency Portkeys too. If the students or their families were ever attacked, they could Portkey away to the school, where they would be safe, and we can rig wards to let us know when they’re used.”

Everyone froze, and then as Harry leaned down and rewarded her with a scorching kiss, she received a standing ovation.

When everyone had settled again, Minerva continued. “The problem is the cost associated with six thousand Portkeys in use twice a day every day. They cost a Galleon per use.”

“Uh, Minerva, that’s a royalty paid to the estate of the inventor of the spell and a tax imposed by the Ministry,” Carina said.

Harry smiled broadly. “As head of House Yaxley, I authorize the creation and use of Portkeys for all students of Hogwarts and the Royal Academy at no fee, subject to the Headmistress’s pleasure. I further authorize the creation and free use of one-time emergency Portkeys to St Mungo’s casualty for every magical sentient resident of the United Kingdom, similar arrangements to be made with all friendly countries.”

This time Hannah groaned and shuddered. Harry had just become the magnanimous ideal Hufflepuff.

The room sat stunned for a moment, and then the Queen rose turned to Harry and curtsied. “Your Grace is too generous.”

Harry’s actions that day would save millions in the ensuing years and it became standard practice for Auror quick-reaction teams to be located in casualty departments in most magical nations, ready to launch at whatever had forced someone to use the emergency Portkey. For that alone, Clan Potter would be recognized and revered. The non-emergency use of these Portkeys would carry heavy fines.

Elizabeth looked at Nym. “Nym, remember what Poppy said. Your Grace, we can find our own way out.”

Nym smiled brilliantly at the Queen and dragged Harry away. The mates sat for a moment and then pelted after them.