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Chapter 31
The Witches of the world have a Secret, of course poor Harry is stuck in the middle. Post Goblet of Fire.
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Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 31
8 Oct 1995 (Sidereal)
Potter Castle
Phillip received a blistering dressing-down over playing knife-catch with Goblins while inebriated when he and Elizabeth arrived back in the Royal Academy Apartments of Potter Castle.
Every time Elizabeth hissed, "Inebriated!" at him, his head swam. It would be a long day. He really didn't mind, though, as it had been an extremely satisfying late early morning after that Sobering charm. Abject submission had its place after all-nudge nudge, wink wink.
Phillip entered the dining room for breakfast with a salacious grin; Andrew paled and stuck his fingers in his ears.
The Clan trotted in, claws clicking, still in Warg form after a sunrise run in the Hollow. They had substituted a run around the Hollow for PT, much to the chagrin of the wildlife in the Hollow.
The run had been interrupted several times as Harry caught a mate and covered her. There were several very smug faces at the tables for breakfast.
It never occurred to them that their human mates had changed with them. They just did not see the difference any more.
Billhook and Falcata stopped in during breakfast after watching the Goblin Regiment move into the Royal Academy.
GrindaknÃvur watched her mother watching Harry and seethed until Nym touched her mind, "GrindaknÃvur, let her have her fantasies. After all, we know you have yours."
"Mine don't involve my mate, Nym-errrh, you know what I mean."
"We do, GrindaknÃvur. What's happened to them? They're all back to looking at Harry and salivating," Daphne asked across the bond.
"Close contact. Harry danced with them all, touching them on bare skin. It apparently brought it to the surface again. They'll settle again soon."
Hermione thought that so authoritatively that they all looked at her to see if her eyes had gone white.
Luna burst out laughing.
Harry had finished eating and was kissing his mates good day as they wanted to move about in the world to be seen and to gather intelligence. The vassals were going too.
Billhook approached. "Harry, we would like to invite you to a Goblin-hosted dinner tomorrow at 7 p.m. We'll get the oath from the Regiment afterward like we did the battalion. If you don't mind we'll use the atrium, and Geoffrey to help us."
Harry checked with his mates and replied, "Of course, Billhook."
Billhook nodded and he and Falcata took their leave.
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Crawley Manor
Lawrence entered the guest room and cleaned the Master. He fed him a nutrient potion and applied the healing spells he knew.
The Master seemed to be resting easier now.
Lawrence had contacted the other Death Eaters he knew and they were pooling their resources to put this house under the Fidelius.
Other than that they had to wait while the Master recovered enough to issue instructions.
Meanwhile, where had his werewolf daughters run off to? They were probably with Fenrir getting ready for the full moon. Well, at least the sluts would be useful for a change.
The girls had always been vicious, took after their mother that way. The werewolf thing had just given them another weapon.
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Potter Castle
Harry found Hedwig and they went flying. It was a marvelous morning. Hedwig was a little pouty at being up in daylight until Harry very thoroughly covered her.
At 9:00 they returned to the Castle and Harry took Hedwig to the master suite. She was grumbly and peevish, so he sat in a wingback with her in his lap, stroking her calmly and lovingly.
At 9:32 a massive pain ripped into Hedwig and Harry panicked. He threw all of his energy at healing her and the pain subsided.
Harry felt the egg land in his lap and his brain froze right up.
Jennifer, Melissa, and Marcia appeared and, laughing, took Hedwig and the egg to the bed and told Harry to conjure a nest box.
Harry focused on Hedwig's desires for a nest and released his magic.
The nest that appeared was permanent, mobile, responsive to Hedwig's thoughts, impervious to weather and possibly the surface of the sun, temperature-controlled according to Hedwig's wishes, and barred anything but a mate from approaching within five meters. Its shielding would probably withstand a contact nuclear blast.
Jennifer carried Hedwig to the nest and after placing the egg gently in it, placed Hedwig there too.
The pain came again and the mates began appearing. Eight pains later an exhausted Hedwig sat proudly down on their eggs amidst her mates' praise and love.
"Morgana, Harry, were you excited when you conjured this nest?"
A semi-intelligent Harry nodded vigorously.
"Harry, darling, you need to get used to this. It's going to happen a lot more starting in about nine months."
Harry looked at Nym standing with her hand low on her abdomen; as his eyes shut and he slumped unconscious to the floor, his face lit in a beatific smile.
"Well, I would say he approves, Nym, but he's so broken we may never know."
The squees started immediately after Sarah's comment, when the wand Marcia scanned Nym's abdomen with left a blue and pink smear in the air behind it.
Harry was blissfully unaware. Jennifer levitated him to the bed.
When the bonded hadn't shown by 11:00, Elizabeth and the mothers went to find them. They found an absolute hive of happy mates, some tearfully so. They finally managed to pry a coherent story from them and lunch was served in the Ducal apartments while Harry's brain wrapped itself around the fact that he was a dad. Light snoring was involved.
Harry woke at about 12:30 pm with a very nude Nym, alone in the master bedroom. Realizing he was nude as well, he wasted no time.
Nym came fully awake from her lovely dream into a shattering climax. Harry crawled up her body and began the work to give her another.
At Hedwig's hoot he cast a silencing charm on the nest; she nodded and closed her eyes again.
Finally, at 2:30 Nym cried uncle. Harry immediately scooped her up and took her to the bath. He floated her while he washed her lovingly and then simply held her.
"Harry, are you going to be one of those hovering husbands?"
"For a little while, Nym. Then I'll try to be all callous and macho."
She grinned and smacked him in the chest.
"So happy doesn't quite cover it, then?"
"Sure it does, Nym, like a tanga on a hippo."
"Blech! Harry! Ewww."
Harry just hugged her tighter and kissed her again.
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While this was going on the bond was sailing around Britain in a very buoyant mood. It was almost as if a dam had broken. Now they jubilantly awaited the non-arrival of their periods.
While they were buoyant, they were on mission too. Much intelligence was developed.
Pansy, hovering just outside of visible, was visiting all the pureblood homes she knew, as were the other mates. She faded into Crawley Manor and almost screamed when she saw Voldemort in the guest room.
Harry snatched her back all the way into the tub. She came up spluttering.
"Harry, I have to go back. We have him!"
"Nope, we have to take care of the werewolves tonight and remember we have a hundred or so Death Eaters out there yet."
"Grrrr! Hey, my clothes, Harry! Oh Morgannnnaaaa!"
Hestia came into the bath. "Wotcher, Nym? Well, I bet that took her mind off Moldyshorts."
She tilted her head sideways, watching Harry and Pansy.
"Mmmm, don't get too close, Tia, we're in a mood it seems."
Hestia looked at her. "I wonder why?"
Nym put on her best innocent face. "I have no idea."
Hestia nodded. "Yesss...well, Sarah has talked to Dan, Tim, Andrew, Phillip, Tony Inge, and the Queen about Pansy's sighting. We're going to put observers in place, unspeakable devices mostly, and watch the manor from a distance. If he comes out intent on harm, Harry can go stomp on him again."
She thought a moment. "You know, Nym, we could just capture some Death Eater slags and have Harry shag one into slavery every time Moldy gets well enough to move around."
"IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"
Nym smirked at Harry and Pansy. "Go, Pansy, good idea Tia. Let's develop the concept."
"Later. I'm going to be busy for a few minutes."
Nym chuckled and took the floating Pansy. "Hey, Tia, move this to the bed. I don't want the water all icky."
Harry and Hestia faded away.
Bathsheba made the mistake of thinking Harry's mood had run its course, and she walked in to wake and dress him for the early dinner. She was comfortably asleep forty-five minutes later, after a thirty-minute continuous orgasm and Harry releasing in her once.
Sarah safely got Harry up and dressed and pushed out the door after several hugs and not a few not-very-chaste kisses. She turned to Bathsheba and after several Ennervates and a cleaning charm dressed her and took her to dinner.
Elizabeth smiled as the very animated, broadly smiling (grinning like an idiot) Duke came charging into the room and headed straight for Nym.
Nym looked at the Queen and blushed gently.
Molly Weasley actually squeed and bounced in her seat.
"MOTHER!"
"Bother that, Ginny! What is it, Nym, boy or girl?"
Nym smiled shyly. "One of each."
It was off to the races.
Later the males would be convinced that they never got to say a word all through dinner.
Toward the end of dinner the Queen looked pointedly at Harry and nodded toward Nym. Harry was baffled.
Later as they all moved to the sitting room, the thought penetrated and Harry blanched. Geoffrey appeared silently and handed him a small velvet-covered box.
Harry thought, Gryffindors charge ahead, and went down on one knee in front of Nym.
"Nym, I know this may seem odd, but you would make me the happiest man on the planet if you would join me as my Alpha formally in front of our mates and families." He opened the box and the carved diamond inside glowed. The ring was of platinum and the diamond was carved into the Potter crest.
The women in the audience held their breath. Nym, speechless, nodded with tears streaming down her face. Finally she squeaked out a yes and threw herself into his arms. He managed to snatch the ring from the air as he went over backwards.
Shortly Harry's purpose seemed to be to serve as a warm seat. As soon as he rose from the floor and sat, Nym ensconced herself in his lap and the wedding planning began.
Harry, in a daze, gained the impression that he would be hand-fasted in the "ruined" Glastonbury Abbey on the fifth of January 1996, first to Nym and then to all the bonded. Any subsequent bonded would be hand-fasted on January fifth of the year following their bonding, and created immediately prior to their hand-fasting.
Barons Newton and Fellowes were busily making notes, as was Duchess Grafton. Garter Principal King of Arms and Clarenceux King of Arms would have to be informed. This would be the largest event in the history of the Realm since the time of Arthur.
This arrangement settled Nym, and abandoning all convention, she curled into Harry's chest and lay humming happily. The bonded settled into a kind of blissful daze, emitting a warm pink glow.
The mothers watched over them like lionesses guarding their cubs. The unbound women present conversed in gleeful whispers.
The men had withdrawn to the public study and were watching in amazement.
"Cor, he's like some king of legend. Look at him in there with his women arrayed around him."
Fred and George turned on Ron. "You are quick on the-"
"-uptake, aren't you-"
"-dear brother?"
Ron looked around at everyone looking at him. "What?"
Arthur sighed. "Ron, exactly why do you think His Royal Highness Prince Andrew and Prince Phillip treat Harry as their equal or, even more telling, pay deference to him?"
You could actually see the light breaking on Ron. "But Harry is Harry. I mean, he's a great bloke and my best friend, but...." He looked at Arthur. "Buggered it, haven't I, Da?" Ron cringed.
Arthur chuckled. "Well, seeing him in his original state and sleeping in a dorm with him, I guess it could have been difficult to put together the abused but horribly powerful, underachieving boy, the physical heir of Merlin and magical heir of the Founders."
Ron blushed. "It's not that. I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want the reason I survived the task in first year and the Chamber in second year to be Harry. I wanted it to be me."
Harry was suddenly there with his hand on Ron's shoulder. "It was you, Ron. You got us across the chessboard. You stayed with Lockhart. You could have left, but you didn't. It was you."
Arthur smiled at his son. It took a real man to admit jealousy like that. There was hope for Ron, especially with Harry beside him.
Ron, every instance of mistreatment of Harry playing in his memory, was ashamed.
"And right you should be, love. But get over it now. He loves you still."
Ron blushed some more at Lavender's comment in their bond.
"Grrr. Boys!"
Phillip handed Harry a half-finger of single malt. "Mission tonight, Harry. That's your only one."
Harry nodded, sipped twice, and faded from view. He reappeared under the frozen and levitated Nym. He unfroze her and she settled again.
"Very nice, Harry. You're such a big softy."
"Grrrr."
"Oh yes, I'm so scared."
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Lauren stood, obviously suppressing the change. "Harry, it's time."
Harry nodded and stood, gently setting Nym on her feet.
He raised his arms and faded away, leaving Sarah standing nervously in the sitting room. She immediately moved to the theater. The vassals, Royals, government, and courtiers followed her. Sarah cast the map spells and the maps appeared.
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Harry and the bonded landed, changed, in the Cambrian Mountains. Hedwig, who had thought warm thoughts at the nest before she left, circled high overhead.
Peter Carthage, Remus, Shelia, Susan, and Rose met them, also changed. They watched as Harry covered Lauren, then Shelia and Susan. They raised a howl as each pair completed. Harry nudged Rose toward Remus after a cursory mounting with no penetration.
He sniffed deeply and found the fresh scent of werewolf-like Peter, but not. He followed the scent, leading the huge pack of massive Wargs and six werewolves.
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The defense staff was amazed as they watch the maps display, in near real-time, the circle of dots with single dots moving in, merging with the dot in the center for either a moment or moments and then moving away.
They could not know the dots were Sarah's attempt to keep things slightly anonymous. With Hedwig's excellent vision, the map would have displayed Harry covering the girls in very fine detail.
Soon the circle closed and suddenly a bright red line began tracing across the map.
They watched as the main body followed one dot. Other dots moved out in pairs, obviously scouts, and as they moved, varicolored traces began flowing across the map, lots of them.
Sir John Foley, Chief of Defense Intelligence, watched the lines rather than the dots. He had already figured out the lead dot of the main body was His Grace and that he was following that bright red line.
As he watched, he realized that the Duke's pack was following a smaller pack that was using the same technique of movement, a main body covered by scouts and flanked by a screen.
In the smaller pack's case it seemed they moved singly, while the huge Ducal pack moved in no less than pairs.
"John, if you put anything together, let us know. The Duchess of York has what amounts to multimode real-time communication with the Regimental staff."
"Sir,"
All of the professional military men went back to studying the map.
The Queen projected calm, but inside she was chewing her nails off. Sarah was no better. Andrew and Phillip were radiating calm and strength into their bonds.
"Sarah, we need more detail. Can you put the towns in the maps?"
Sarah nodded tightly and waved. The towns and landmarks filled in.
John spoke. "They're headed toward the Drygarn, Duchess, 641 meters, highest point in mid-Wales. The enemy may be able to use it to see them. The Duke should spread his forces into line abreast, scouts in front."
Tony Inge looked at the other members of the defense staff and they nodded. "Concur, ma'am."
Harry passed the word and they watched as the main body spread.
"That is so very impressive, Tony. How often do they practice this?"
"This is the first time they've ever done it, John."
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Harry, leading the pack, was enjoying the run. They were moving at a moderate pace to let the scouts stay ahead and flanks keep up, and he occasionally slowed to a walk as they encountered tough terrain.
The scent trail that he was now sure was Greyback was getting fresher. They were maybe five miles behind and catching up. Greyback's pack seemed to be moving slowly and searching for something.
Hedwig gained altitude and widened her orbit.
Harry picked up the pace again as they coursed over the north flank of the Drygarn.
As they rounded the flank the wind was almost directly from the west and carried the scent straight to him.
Harry saw through Hedwig's eyes what he thought were wolves, headed for the lights ahead.
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In the theater the colored lines suddenly extended. The military men's heads snapped up and they all saw it: Tregaron was directly in the enemy's line of march. Red dots appeared at the head of the lines as Hedwig sighted Greyback's pack.
Harry had already seen it, and the pack changed direction and picked up speed.
They watched as he led them south and struck the road from Abergwesyn to Tregaron. They turned west again. The pack was moving very fast now; the scouts were scrambling to stay out in front.
On the map they slowly, surely they passed south of the place where the colored lines converged, and the red dots were milling about on the map.
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Nym thought to suppress the pack's own scents and sounds as they entered town.
Harry swept them into town and back to the east. He stopped and directed the wings to extend out to the north and southeast.
He waited, watching through the mates' eyes and using their noses. Suddenly the smell came back from the west as Beatrice and her sub-pack closed the circle apparently behind Greyback's pack.
Using Hedwig's vision, Harry confirmed they had them all in the circle.
Harry started filling in the circle and tightening it.
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"They've achieved a complete envelopment."
Tony nodded tersely at John's comment.
They continued to watch as the circle filled and tightened. The colored lines resolved to just red dots.
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Harry sat, patiently waiting. Peter moved slightly ahead of him and sat. Harry sighed; he would wait and let Peter re-establish dominance, but if necessary he would end this.
Greyback finally realized something was up when he saw the two massive wolves sitting in front of him.
He made his last mistake and charged.
The collision between Peter and Greyback was massive and they went down in a snarling, snapping pile.
Harry stood and watched.
The Alpha female of the pack, Marta Crawley, oldest of the Crawley sisters, moved up flanked by her sisters to take on this other huge wolf.
Harry watched them, chuckling.
"Harry, don't kill these females, dominate them. Hestia and I have a project."
Harry nodded, looking a little silly when he did it; anything to keep from killing them out of hand.
As Greyback and Peter's fight turned more strategic, with feints and circling, Harry crouched and leapt on Marta, driving her to the ground and ending mounted on her. She thrashed wildly and her sisters attacked and then stopped, finding themselves with each leg and their throats in the grip of giant female wolves.
Harry took a grip on the back of Marta's neck with his jaws and rubbed his sheath on her rump. She thrashed harder, further stimulating Harry; then, as Greyback watched and lost the rest of his mind, Harry found the right spot and rammed his massive cock into the howling Marta.
Greyback stopped paying attention to Peter and earned himself a hamstringing. He turned to snap deadly jaws at Peter and then turned back as his Alpha continued her desperate howling, telling him she was being taken mercilessly.
As Harry ruthlessly dominated Marta, Peter hamstrung Greyback's other back leg and then broke his front legs.
Fenrir lay howling madly as Harry mated Marta completely into submission and tied her, ensuring he fully seeded her. Harry then mounted her sisters Emily and Elspeth and mated them into submission, tying them also. The Crawley girls were shattered.
Harry was upset, but the alternative was killing them. He let the Warg loose on them and used his consciousness to monitor the fights going on with the now effectively leaderless Greyback pack.
Greyback eventually tried to turn his head away. Nym froze him in position and froze his eyelids and nictitating membranes open. He was forced to watch Harry mount his Alpha and her Betas again and again until they submitted utterly. Greyback's despairing howls rang through the night.
Scuffles broke out as the eighty-one werewolves of Greyback's pack tried to break out of the encirclement they found themselves in. Without leadership, these attempts were random and truly somewhat ridiculous.
Greyback's continued scrabbling earned him a broken back as Peter ensured he would be alive to watch but unable to do anything about it.
Conducted exclusively by the male werewolves, the futile attacks ended when the last male was down and bleeding out.
The werewolves had no chance against the massive Wargs. Eugenie, the youngest of them, casually ripped out the throats of two massive werewolves, and the vampire Wargs toyed with them mercilessly.
Amelia Fastida dragged the Beta male in front of Greyback and casually chewed pieces off him until he died whining.
After destroying the Crawley sisters Harry went from one werewolf female to the next, dominating them and mounting them. He covered all fourteen females. Nym, finished mounting the Crawley sisters, mounted the female pack members after he was through; she was followed by the Primaries of Clan Potter after they in turn finished the Crawley sisters.
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Sarah had been fidgety and stopped her running commentary as Harry dominated the werewolves. She blushed furiously as first Beatrice and then Eugenie mounted them.
She watched and began commenting as Harry sat again and looked at Peter. Peter walked to Greyback and in seconds it was over. Fenrir Greyback had his throat ripped out.
Harry scanned the scene, and as his eyes tracked over the now-human bodies, they faded away.
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Geoffrey put them in stasis and stored them in the dungeon.
Clem popped into the theater and then out again, taking the brothers Hamlish with him so they could begin identifying bodies.
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Harry looked at Peter, and Peter, Remus, and Rose trotted into the gorse and faded from view in the way of wolves.
Harry started a howl and all the mates picked it up. The ground shook from the noise.
Harry led Clan Potter and their fourteen new pack-mates away and back into the mountains.
He would run beside a mate for a while and then stop and cover her.
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Sarah blushed and blocked the bond except for presence. She was not sure she wanted to know if Harry covered Beatrice and Eugenie. The way he felt, she was sure he would; she knew they were eager.
"Mr Major?"
"Your Grace?"
"You should get someone to Tregaron. There's a lot of blood on the ground there and eleven hundred terrified villagers."
"Yes, Your Grace."
John Major opened his cellphone.
"It's done, then?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"Casualties?"
"None in the Regiment; seventy-one werewolves, ma'am."
Tears were streaming down Sarah's face.
"They would not submit, ma'am."
Elizabeth took her in her arms and Andrew hugged them both. Phillip led them away.
Tony Inge looked at Dan. "Any idea when the Regiment will return to quarters, Colonel?"
"No, sir. The map is still active, though."
Sirius spoke for the first time. "Dawn. The werewolves will be completely exhausted by dawn."
John spoke up. "Aren't they all werewolves?"
Sirius shook his head. "The Regiment's wolf form is actually the Warg form. Imagine a wolf six feet tall at the shoulder and about twenty-five stone (350 Lbs) and at least as intelligent as a human. Harry is even bigger, and they're all smarter than that."
"And werewolves?" John asked.
"About twice the size of a gray wolf," Sirius replied.
"Wouldn't they normally submit to an animal that much bigger than them, Lord Black?"
"Especially after their Alpha male was beaten and their Alpha females...errh...dominated by a new Alpha male, Ms Shepherd.
"From the interaction we saw on the map and the Duchesses' commentary, that's what happened. And it's why the Duchess of York was so upset. They, including her daughters, were forced to kill the males; Harry had to establish dominance on all the females."
"He raped them, you mean!"
"No, Ms. Shepherd, he established dominance. When in your form, the animal has most of the control. Instincts are very strong."
"But how do you know?"
Sirius stood and morphed into his Grim. He walked to her, claws clicking, and lay his head in her lap and gave her the puppy-dog eyes.
Fortune grinned. "I believe that's the canine equivalent of 'trust me', Gillian."
Despite herself, Gillian was amazed. She found herself scratching Sirius's ears.
Despite himself, Sirius's back leg thumped on the floor.
"And I believe that proves the instinct thing."
Sirius was suddenly standing again, blushing furiously. "Bah, I hate that! Not the scratch, Gillian, thank you. That leg thing is just embarrassing, though."
Everyone laughed.
Dan, watching the map, asked, "Sirius, why do they run and then stop, and why do the dots merge? Is something wrong with the map?"
Sirius blushed.
Dan said, "Oh!" and blushed himself.
Chuckles were heard all around.
Emma Granger, surprisingly, took charge. "Why don't we leave one person on watch and the rest of us can leave the children alone?"
General agreement followed and Molly volunteered for first watch. As the men left they noticed the women all stayed firmly seated. Wisely they said nothing but retired to the public study to await the dawn.
Andromeda looked at the still uncertain Gillian. "Gillian, you realize the choice was killing them or establishing dominance, don't you?"
"Yes. I don't know why I'm so upset about this. I mean, I know it's pack behavior, but...."
"He's still the knight in shining armor, Gillian. It's just that in this case the armor is furry."
Gillian heaved a great sigh. "But he took that Goblin Princess. I mean, no one says anything, but she has that well-topped little smirk and they include her in everything. And the owl." She blushed furiously. "I, err, happened to see them the other day and now she has eggs, I understand. It seems unnatural."
Andromeda nodded. "I had a talk with Marcia, Melissa, and Jennifer about this and their research indicates that when he changes he changes completely. A Mundane professor, Frederick Sanger, backs this up and disputes that the samples came from the same individual."
"I think your real concern is whether your children will have owls as brothers and sisters."
Without thinking, Gillian replied, "Grandchildren, actually. Both my daughters are witches and all they can talk about is Harry Potter. We've tried to deny it, but the accidental magic has been there all along, now that I know what magic is." She stopped and narrowed her eyes at a chuckling Andromeda.
Andromeda held her hands up in surrender.
Gillian continued, "Well, now that cat's out of the bag. Am I going to end up with grandchildren who are-what? How many sentient magical species are there?"
Esmeralda ticked them off. "Humans, Vampires, Werewolves, Wargs, Wolves, Veela, Centaurs, Merpeople, Goblins, House-elves, Unicorns, Nightmares, Acromantula, and Dragons would be easily considered sentient in any definition. There are some others, but I doubt we'll see them as they are notoriously shy and insular."
"Daphne says Luna believes Harry will mate with at least one of all of these besides House-elves-they're already fully bound to him-and Acromantula. They're so other as to be completely incompatible. The Veela have already contracted for breeding services and send one Veela a week to be bred."
Into the stunned silence that followed, Bakul huffed, "Oh, so they can let him shag thousands of Veela but I can't have one go?"
A scandalized Molly hissed, "Bakul Patil, you leave my son alone."
Andromeda moved to head this off. "Bakul, what is it with you? I mean, I know we all fantasize, but you're driven. Aren't you bonded?"
"I'm fully bonded. It's a cultural thing; we're allowed and encouraged in Hindi magical culture to breed with the strongest magic user in the family not blood-related to us. There is no stigma attached to it in India, and it is in fact celebrated and encouraged.
"Normally the bonded would arrange the breeding with her mother, sisters, cousins, and aunts.
"Henri is preparing to formally request a breeding for all the females in the family. The girls are so Anglicized that they've never seen the practice. They've read about it, but I think they view it as outmoded. Unfortunately their father does not share their view and may attempt to force the issue."
"I would strongly advise against it, Bakul."
All heads turned as Sarah spoke while she escorted the Queen back into the room. She looked only slightly the worse for wear.
"Your Grace, I am desperately holding him off, but he will not wait forever."
"Harry will flatly refuse if pressured, and he will probably take steps. Patil is a vassal House, remember."
"Exactly Henri's contention, Your Grace. He's going to request that the Duke exercise droit le court cuisse."
Elizabeth was suddenly furious. "Denied!"
Henri Patil, hearing what was happening in the bond, had entered behind the Queen.
"Ma'am, I must protest. This is a gross violation of the customs of my people."
Elizabeth, in a towering fury, hissed, "So you would destroy my Duke by making him take all these, his mothers-in-law? I think not, my Lord Baron. You tread dangerously close to forfeit."
Henri replied hotly, "Ma'am, they all want him and it will only strengthen our lines."
"You assume too much-and at the cost of his sanity? No, the cost is too high. Denied."
Sarah moved to defuse this before it could go further, thanking Morgana she had kept her shield up. "You may negotiate for breeding privileges with me, Lord Baron. It will not be in your best interest to attempt to force the issue, as you can see."
Ron turned to Charlie. "What's the big deal? If the Patils want him they work it out, and if Padma, Parvati, Harry, and Nym agree, I'm sure Hermione can schedule them."
Charlie rolled his eyes and Lavender informed him (much to the edification of the Mundanes), "If the Queen grants Baron Patil's request, the privilege would have to be enforced across all the vassal Houses."
Ron looked at her blankly.
Neville, in that clear-voiced way he had developed, provided the clarification. "Harry would have to mate all the mates' mothers and all our bonded. Somehow I don't think he'd do well taking your mum."
Fred and George caught Ron as he surged from his seat, looking at Baron Patil with blood in his eye. They struggled briefly and then sat on him.
Elizabeth, Lavender, and Molly beamed at Ron.
The theater had filled during the discussion, the Queen and Sarah sat listening to Baron Patil's request, surrounded by the other women.
The Mundane government and military leaders present sat quietly, discussing things with the vassal males.
Tony Inge shook his head. "Always complicated anyway, and now we have breeding privileges mixed in with politics. This will end badly."
"I think this is but a shadow of things to come."
"Really, Lord Weasley?"
"Yes, we must get a handle on this now. The senior Houses of the world are going to seek to tie themselves to Harry, and the easiest way is with his progeny."
"And how will the bonded react?"
"If the Veela negotiations are an indicator, it won't bother them at all. They know he hasn't fully bound either Lorelei or that first Matriarch, but they're both pregnant. I think it's more an issue with Harry. The first time one of his progeny is mistreated could cause him to eliminate a whole line, maybe a race."
Both groups continued their discussions, but much more calmly and quietly, watching the map and waiting for dawn.
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Harry and the bonded stopped running and lay playing and resting in a copse of scrubby trees.
Beatrice approached Harry and brazenly rubbed her rump across his muzzle.
"Harry, please?"
"Beatrice, what if you get pregnant?"
"She's not in heat, Harry."
"So it's okay, Nym?"
"I think so. Marcia, Melissa, Jennifer-any opinions?"
Melissa replied, "It should be fine, she shouldn't get pregnant. Even if she does, it will be her Warg that is pregnant, we think."
Eugenie's joyous "Thank Morgana!" came with an equally joyous howl and she broadcast, "Shag the hell out of her, Harry. I'm next!" across the bond so loudly her mother heard it. Her mates all laughed.
Harry nuzzled Beatrice and then mounted her as gently as he could. He made contact, and rigorously controlling the Warg he slowly and gently pushed his length into her. Beatrice was wriggling excitedly and trying to back into him.
Harry was desperately trying to control the Warg but as Beatrice became used to him she broke his control by growling at him and turning around and biting his foreleg.
Harry fucked her into the ground. Beatrice was ecstatic. She dropped into the continuous orgasm and howled; Harry swelled in her and tied her. He gave two more thrusts and flooded her with come.
The bonded yipped in surprise when the light flared from them and the rocks rang and then raised a massive howl.
Afterward, Harry and Beatrice lay licking each other and resting as Harry shrank enough to come free of her while Eugenie danced nervously, whining pitifully.
"Harry, cover Eugenie before she explodes."
"Yes, Nym."
Harry rose and Eugenie tackled him in her enthusiasm. They were a writhing pile of fur, and her howl as she got Harry inside herself was electrifying. At points during her mating Eugenie was on bottom, top, and on the ground on her side. She had started the orgasm as Harry entered her and he finally tied her. They howled out his orgasm together, bringing another flash, gong note, and howl from the pack.
Harry rested and then gently disengaged from Eugenie. He flopped down by Nym for a nap. It turned into a pile of wolves.
Hedwig watched and blinked. She hooted contently and faded away back to the nest.
As the sun rose on the ninth, Nym woke and woke Harry.
He nodded and they all faded away, reappearing in the entry hall.
Chapter 31
8 Oct 1995 (Sidereal)
Potter Castle
Phillip received a blistering dressing-down over playing knife-catch with Goblins while inebriated when he and Elizabeth arrived back in the Royal Academy Apartments of Potter Castle.
Every time Elizabeth hissed, "Inebriated!" at him, his head swam. It would be a long day. He really didn't mind, though, as it had been an extremely satisfying late early morning after that Sobering charm. Abject submission had its place after all-nudge nudge, wink wink.
Phillip entered the dining room for breakfast with a salacious grin; Andrew paled and stuck his fingers in his ears.
The Clan trotted in, claws clicking, still in Warg form after a sunrise run in the Hollow. They had substituted a run around the Hollow for PT, much to the chagrin of the wildlife in the Hollow.
The run had been interrupted several times as Harry caught a mate and covered her. There were several very smug faces at the tables for breakfast.
It never occurred to them that their human mates had changed with them. They just did not see the difference any more.
Billhook and Falcata stopped in during breakfast after watching the Goblin Regiment move into the Royal Academy.
GrindaknÃvur watched her mother watching Harry and seethed until Nym touched her mind, "GrindaknÃvur, let her have her fantasies. After all, we know you have yours."
"Mine don't involve my mate, Nym-errrh, you know what I mean."
"We do, GrindaknÃvur. What's happened to them? They're all back to looking at Harry and salivating," Daphne asked across the bond.
"Close contact. Harry danced with them all, touching them on bare skin. It apparently brought it to the surface again. They'll settle again soon."
Hermione thought that so authoritatively that they all looked at her to see if her eyes had gone white.
Luna burst out laughing.
Harry had finished eating and was kissing his mates good day as they wanted to move about in the world to be seen and to gather intelligence. The vassals were going too.
Billhook approached. "Harry, we would like to invite you to a Goblin-hosted dinner tomorrow at 7 p.m. We'll get the oath from the Regiment afterward like we did the battalion. If you don't mind we'll use the atrium, and Geoffrey to help us."
Harry checked with his mates and replied, "Of course, Billhook."
Billhook nodded and he and Falcata took their leave.
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Crawley Manor
Lawrence entered the guest room and cleaned the Master. He fed him a nutrient potion and applied the healing spells he knew.
The Master seemed to be resting easier now.
Lawrence had contacted the other Death Eaters he knew and they were pooling their resources to put this house under the Fidelius.
Other than that they had to wait while the Master recovered enough to issue instructions.
Meanwhile, where had his werewolf daughters run off to? They were probably with Fenrir getting ready for the full moon. Well, at least the sluts would be useful for a change.
The girls had always been vicious, took after their mother that way. The werewolf thing had just given them another weapon.
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Potter Castle
Harry found Hedwig and they went flying. It was a marvelous morning. Hedwig was a little pouty at being up in daylight until Harry very thoroughly covered her.
At 9:00 they returned to the Castle and Harry took Hedwig to the master suite. She was grumbly and peevish, so he sat in a wingback with her in his lap, stroking her calmly and lovingly.
At 9:32 a massive pain ripped into Hedwig and Harry panicked. He threw all of his energy at healing her and the pain subsided.
Harry felt the egg land in his lap and his brain froze right up.
Jennifer, Melissa, and Marcia appeared and, laughing, took Hedwig and the egg to the bed and told Harry to conjure a nest box.
Harry focused on Hedwig's desires for a nest and released his magic.
The nest that appeared was permanent, mobile, responsive to Hedwig's thoughts, impervious to weather and possibly the surface of the sun, temperature-controlled according to Hedwig's wishes, and barred anything but a mate from approaching within five meters. Its shielding would probably withstand a contact nuclear blast.
Jennifer carried Hedwig to the nest and after placing the egg gently in it, placed Hedwig there too.
The pain came again and the mates began appearing. Eight pains later an exhausted Hedwig sat proudly down on their eggs amidst her mates' praise and love.
"Morgana, Harry, were you excited when you conjured this nest?"
A semi-intelligent Harry nodded vigorously.
"Harry, darling, you need to get used to this. It's going to happen a lot more starting in about nine months."
Harry looked at Nym standing with her hand low on her abdomen; as his eyes shut and he slumped unconscious to the floor, his face lit in a beatific smile.
"Well, I would say he approves, Nym, but he's so broken we may never know."
The squees started immediately after Sarah's comment, when the wand Marcia scanned Nym's abdomen with left a blue and pink smear in the air behind it.
Harry was blissfully unaware. Jennifer levitated him to the bed.
When the bonded hadn't shown by 11:00, Elizabeth and the mothers went to find them. They found an absolute hive of happy mates, some tearfully so. They finally managed to pry a coherent story from them and lunch was served in the Ducal apartments while Harry's brain wrapped itself around the fact that he was a dad. Light snoring was involved.
Harry woke at about 12:30 pm with a very nude Nym, alone in the master bedroom. Realizing he was nude as well, he wasted no time.
Nym came fully awake from her lovely dream into a shattering climax. Harry crawled up her body and began the work to give her another.
At Hedwig's hoot he cast a silencing charm on the nest; she nodded and closed her eyes again.
Finally, at 2:30 Nym cried uncle. Harry immediately scooped her up and took her to the bath. He floated her while he washed her lovingly and then simply held her.
"Harry, are you going to be one of those hovering husbands?"
"For a little while, Nym. Then I'll try to be all callous and macho."
She grinned and smacked him in the chest.
"So happy doesn't quite cover it, then?"
"Sure it does, Nym, like a tanga on a hippo."
"Blech! Harry! Ewww."
Harry just hugged her tighter and kissed her again.
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While this was going on the bond was sailing around Britain in a very buoyant mood. It was almost as if a dam had broken. Now they jubilantly awaited the non-arrival of their periods.
While they were buoyant, they were on mission too. Much intelligence was developed.
Pansy, hovering just outside of visible, was visiting all the pureblood homes she knew, as were the other mates. She faded into Crawley Manor and almost screamed when she saw Voldemort in the guest room.
Harry snatched her back all the way into the tub. She came up spluttering.
"Harry, I have to go back. We have him!"
"Nope, we have to take care of the werewolves tonight and remember we have a hundred or so Death Eaters out there yet."
"Grrrr! Hey, my clothes, Harry! Oh Morgannnnaaaa!"
Hestia came into the bath. "Wotcher, Nym? Well, I bet that took her mind off Moldyshorts."
She tilted her head sideways, watching Harry and Pansy.
"Mmmm, don't get too close, Tia, we're in a mood it seems."
Hestia looked at her. "I wonder why?"
Nym put on her best innocent face. "I have no idea."
Hestia nodded. "Yesss...well, Sarah has talked to Dan, Tim, Andrew, Phillip, Tony Inge, and the Queen about Pansy's sighting. We're going to put observers in place, unspeakable devices mostly, and watch the manor from a distance. If he comes out intent on harm, Harry can go stomp on him again."
She thought a moment. "You know, Nym, we could just capture some Death Eater slags and have Harry shag one into slavery every time Moldy gets well enough to move around."
"IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"
Nym smirked at Harry and Pansy. "Go, Pansy, good idea Tia. Let's develop the concept."
"Later. I'm going to be busy for a few minutes."
Nym chuckled and took the floating Pansy. "Hey, Tia, move this to the bed. I don't want the water all icky."
Harry and Hestia faded away.
Bathsheba made the mistake of thinking Harry's mood had run its course, and she walked in to wake and dress him for the early dinner. She was comfortably asleep forty-five minutes later, after a thirty-minute continuous orgasm and Harry releasing in her once.
Sarah safely got Harry up and dressed and pushed out the door after several hugs and not a few not-very-chaste kisses. She turned to Bathsheba and after several Ennervates and a cleaning charm dressed her and took her to dinner.
Elizabeth smiled as the very animated, broadly smiling (grinning like an idiot) Duke came charging into the room and headed straight for Nym.
Nym looked at the Queen and blushed gently.
Molly Weasley actually squeed and bounced in her seat.
"MOTHER!"
"Bother that, Ginny! What is it, Nym, boy or girl?"
Nym smiled shyly. "One of each."
It was off to the races.
Later the males would be convinced that they never got to say a word all through dinner.
Toward the end of dinner the Queen looked pointedly at Harry and nodded toward Nym. Harry was baffled.
Later as they all moved to the sitting room, the thought penetrated and Harry blanched. Geoffrey appeared silently and handed him a small velvet-covered box.
Harry thought, Gryffindors charge ahead, and went down on one knee in front of Nym.
"Nym, I know this may seem odd, but you would make me the happiest man on the planet if you would join me as my Alpha formally in front of our mates and families." He opened the box and the carved diamond inside glowed. The ring was of platinum and the diamond was carved into the Potter crest.
The women in the audience held their breath. Nym, speechless, nodded with tears streaming down her face. Finally she squeaked out a yes and threw herself into his arms. He managed to snatch the ring from the air as he went over backwards.
Shortly Harry's purpose seemed to be to serve as a warm seat. As soon as he rose from the floor and sat, Nym ensconced herself in his lap and the wedding planning began.
Harry, in a daze, gained the impression that he would be hand-fasted in the "ruined" Glastonbury Abbey on the fifth of January 1996, first to Nym and then to all the bonded. Any subsequent bonded would be hand-fasted on January fifth of the year following their bonding, and created immediately prior to their hand-fasting.
Barons Newton and Fellowes were busily making notes, as was Duchess Grafton. Garter Principal King of Arms and Clarenceux King of Arms would have to be informed. This would be the largest event in the history of the Realm since the time of Arthur.
This arrangement settled Nym, and abandoning all convention, she curled into Harry's chest and lay humming happily. The bonded settled into a kind of blissful daze, emitting a warm pink glow.
The mothers watched over them like lionesses guarding their cubs. The unbound women present conversed in gleeful whispers.
The men had withdrawn to the public study and were watching in amazement.
"Cor, he's like some king of legend. Look at him in there with his women arrayed around him."
Fred and George turned on Ron. "You are quick on the-"
"-uptake, aren't you-"
"-dear brother?"
Ron looked around at everyone looking at him. "What?"
Arthur sighed. "Ron, exactly why do you think His Royal Highness Prince Andrew and Prince Phillip treat Harry as their equal or, even more telling, pay deference to him?"
You could actually see the light breaking on Ron. "But Harry is Harry. I mean, he's a great bloke and my best friend, but...." He looked at Arthur. "Buggered it, haven't I, Da?" Ron cringed.
Arthur chuckled. "Well, seeing him in his original state and sleeping in a dorm with him, I guess it could have been difficult to put together the abused but horribly powerful, underachieving boy, the physical heir of Merlin and magical heir of the Founders."
Ron blushed. "It's not that. I didn't want it to be true. I didn't want the reason I survived the task in first year and the Chamber in second year to be Harry. I wanted it to be me."
Harry was suddenly there with his hand on Ron's shoulder. "It was you, Ron. You got us across the chessboard. You stayed with Lockhart. You could have left, but you didn't. It was you."
Arthur smiled at his son. It took a real man to admit jealousy like that. There was hope for Ron, especially with Harry beside him.
Ron, every instance of mistreatment of Harry playing in his memory, was ashamed.
"And right you should be, love. But get over it now. He loves you still."
Ron blushed some more at Lavender's comment in their bond.
"Grrr. Boys!"
Phillip handed Harry a half-finger of single malt. "Mission tonight, Harry. That's your only one."
Harry nodded, sipped twice, and faded from view. He reappeared under the frozen and levitated Nym. He unfroze her and she settled again.
"Very nice, Harry. You're such a big softy."
"Grrrr."
"Oh yes, I'm so scared."
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Lauren stood, obviously suppressing the change. "Harry, it's time."
Harry nodded and stood, gently setting Nym on her feet.
He raised his arms and faded away, leaving Sarah standing nervously in the sitting room. She immediately moved to the theater. The vassals, Royals, government, and courtiers followed her. Sarah cast the map spells and the maps appeared.
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Harry and the bonded landed, changed, in the Cambrian Mountains. Hedwig, who had thought warm thoughts at the nest before she left, circled high overhead.
Peter Carthage, Remus, Shelia, Susan, and Rose met them, also changed. They watched as Harry covered Lauren, then Shelia and Susan. They raised a howl as each pair completed. Harry nudged Rose toward Remus after a cursory mounting with no penetration.
He sniffed deeply and found the fresh scent of werewolf-like Peter, but not. He followed the scent, leading the huge pack of massive Wargs and six werewolves.
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The defense staff was amazed as they watch the maps display, in near real-time, the circle of dots with single dots moving in, merging with the dot in the center for either a moment or moments and then moving away.
They could not know the dots were Sarah's attempt to keep things slightly anonymous. With Hedwig's excellent vision, the map would have displayed Harry covering the girls in very fine detail.
Soon the circle closed and suddenly a bright red line began tracing across the map.
They watched as the main body followed one dot. Other dots moved out in pairs, obviously scouts, and as they moved, varicolored traces began flowing across the map, lots of them.
Sir John Foley, Chief of Defense Intelligence, watched the lines rather than the dots. He had already figured out the lead dot of the main body was His Grace and that he was following that bright red line.
As he watched, he realized that the Duke's pack was following a smaller pack that was using the same technique of movement, a main body covered by scouts and flanked by a screen.
In the smaller pack's case it seemed they moved singly, while the huge Ducal pack moved in no less than pairs.
"John, if you put anything together, let us know. The Duchess of York has what amounts to multimode real-time communication with the Regimental staff."
"Sir,"
All of the professional military men went back to studying the map.
The Queen projected calm, but inside she was chewing her nails off. Sarah was no better. Andrew and Phillip were radiating calm and strength into their bonds.
"Sarah, we need more detail. Can you put the towns in the maps?"
Sarah nodded tightly and waved. The towns and landmarks filled in.
John spoke. "They're headed toward the Drygarn, Duchess, 641 meters, highest point in mid-Wales. The enemy may be able to use it to see them. The Duke should spread his forces into line abreast, scouts in front."
Tony Inge looked at the other members of the defense staff and they nodded. "Concur, ma'am."
Harry passed the word and they watched as the main body spread.
"That is so very impressive, Tony. How often do they practice this?"
"This is the first time they've ever done it, John."
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Harry, leading the pack, was enjoying the run. They were moving at a moderate pace to let the scouts stay ahead and flanks keep up, and he occasionally slowed to a walk as they encountered tough terrain.
The scent trail that he was now sure was Greyback was getting fresher. They were maybe five miles behind and catching up. Greyback's pack seemed to be moving slowly and searching for something.
Hedwig gained altitude and widened her orbit.
Harry picked up the pace again as they coursed over the north flank of the Drygarn.
As they rounded the flank the wind was almost directly from the west and carried the scent straight to him.
Harry saw through Hedwig's eyes what he thought were wolves, headed for the lights ahead.
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In the theater the colored lines suddenly extended. The military men's heads snapped up and they all saw it: Tregaron was directly in the enemy's line of march. Red dots appeared at the head of the lines as Hedwig sighted Greyback's pack.
Harry had already seen it, and the pack changed direction and picked up speed.
They watched as he led them south and struck the road from Abergwesyn to Tregaron. They turned west again. The pack was moving very fast now; the scouts were scrambling to stay out in front.
On the map they slowly, surely they passed south of the place where the colored lines converged, and the red dots were milling about on the map.
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Nym thought to suppress the pack's own scents and sounds as they entered town.
Harry swept them into town and back to the east. He stopped and directed the wings to extend out to the north and southeast.
He waited, watching through the mates' eyes and using their noses. Suddenly the smell came back from the west as Beatrice and her sub-pack closed the circle apparently behind Greyback's pack.
Using Hedwig's vision, Harry confirmed they had them all in the circle.
Harry started filling in the circle and tightening it.
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"They've achieved a complete envelopment."
Tony nodded tersely at John's comment.
They continued to watch as the circle filled and tightened. The colored lines resolved to just red dots.
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Harry sat, patiently waiting. Peter moved slightly ahead of him and sat. Harry sighed; he would wait and let Peter re-establish dominance, but if necessary he would end this.
Greyback finally realized something was up when he saw the two massive wolves sitting in front of him.
He made his last mistake and charged.
The collision between Peter and Greyback was massive and they went down in a snarling, snapping pile.
Harry stood and watched.
The Alpha female of the pack, Marta Crawley, oldest of the Crawley sisters, moved up flanked by her sisters to take on this other huge wolf.
Harry watched them, chuckling.
"Harry, don't kill these females, dominate them. Hestia and I have a project."
Harry nodded, looking a little silly when he did it; anything to keep from killing them out of hand.
As Greyback and Peter's fight turned more strategic, with feints and circling, Harry crouched and leapt on Marta, driving her to the ground and ending mounted on her. She thrashed wildly and her sisters attacked and then stopped, finding themselves with each leg and their throats in the grip of giant female wolves.
Harry took a grip on the back of Marta's neck with his jaws and rubbed his sheath on her rump. She thrashed harder, further stimulating Harry; then, as Greyback watched and lost the rest of his mind, Harry found the right spot and rammed his massive cock into the howling Marta.
Greyback stopped paying attention to Peter and earned himself a hamstringing. He turned to snap deadly jaws at Peter and then turned back as his Alpha continued her desperate howling, telling him she was being taken mercilessly.
As Harry ruthlessly dominated Marta, Peter hamstrung Greyback's other back leg and then broke his front legs.
Fenrir lay howling madly as Harry mated Marta completely into submission and tied her, ensuring he fully seeded her. Harry then mounted her sisters Emily and Elspeth and mated them into submission, tying them also. The Crawley girls were shattered.
Harry was upset, but the alternative was killing them. He let the Warg loose on them and used his consciousness to monitor the fights going on with the now effectively leaderless Greyback pack.
Greyback eventually tried to turn his head away. Nym froze him in position and froze his eyelids and nictitating membranes open. He was forced to watch Harry mount his Alpha and her Betas again and again until they submitted utterly. Greyback's despairing howls rang through the night.
Scuffles broke out as the eighty-one werewolves of Greyback's pack tried to break out of the encirclement they found themselves in. Without leadership, these attempts were random and truly somewhat ridiculous.
Greyback's continued scrabbling earned him a broken back as Peter ensured he would be alive to watch but unable to do anything about it.
Conducted exclusively by the male werewolves, the futile attacks ended when the last male was down and bleeding out.
The werewolves had no chance against the massive Wargs. Eugenie, the youngest of them, casually ripped out the throats of two massive werewolves, and the vampire Wargs toyed with them mercilessly.
Amelia Fastida dragged the Beta male in front of Greyback and casually chewed pieces off him until he died whining.
After destroying the Crawley sisters Harry went from one werewolf female to the next, dominating them and mounting them. He covered all fourteen females. Nym, finished mounting the Crawley sisters, mounted the female pack members after he was through; she was followed by the Primaries of Clan Potter after they in turn finished the Crawley sisters.
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Sarah had been fidgety and stopped her running commentary as Harry dominated the werewolves. She blushed furiously as first Beatrice and then Eugenie mounted them.
She watched and began commenting as Harry sat again and looked at Peter. Peter walked to Greyback and in seconds it was over. Fenrir Greyback had his throat ripped out.
Harry scanned the scene, and as his eyes tracked over the now-human bodies, they faded away.
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Geoffrey put them in stasis and stored them in the dungeon.
Clem popped into the theater and then out again, taking the brothers Hamlish with him so they could begin identifying bodies.
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Harry looked at Peter, and Peter, Remus, and Rose trotted into the gorse and faded from view in the way of wolves.
Harry started a howl and all the mates picked it up. The ground shook from the noise.
Harry led Clan Potter and their fourteen new pack-mates away and back into the mountains.
He would run beside a mate for a while and then stop and cover her.
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Sarah blushed and blocked the bond except for presence. She was not sure she wanted to know if Harry covered Beatrice and Eugenie. The way he felt, she was sure he would; she knew they were eager.
"Mr Major?"
"Your Grace?"
"You should get someone to Tregaron. There's a lot of blood on the ground there and eleven hundred terrified villagers."
"Yes, Your Grace."
John Major opened his cellphone.
"It's done, then?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"Casualties?"
"None in the Regiment; seventy-one werewolves, ma'am."
Tears were streaming down Sarah's face.
"They would not submit, ma'am."
Elizabeth took her in her arms and Andrew hugged them both. Phillip led them away.
Tony Inge looked at Dan. "Any idea when the Regiment will return to quarters, Colonel?"
"No, sir. The map is still active, though."
Sirius spoke for the first time. "Dawn. The werewolves will be completely exhausted by dawn."
John spoke up. "Aren't they all werewolves?"
Sirius shook his head. "The Regiment's wolf form is actually the Warg form. Imagine a wolf six feet tall at the shoulder and about twenty-five stone (350 Lbs) and at least as intelligent as a human. Harry is even bigger, and they're all smarter than that."
"And werewolves?" John asked.
"About twice the size of a gray wolf," Sirius replied.
"Wouldn't they normally submit to an animal that much bigger than them, Lord Black?"
"Especially after their Alpha male was beaten and their Alpha females...errh...dominated by a new Alpha male, Ms Shepherd.
"From the interaction we saw on the map and the Duchesses' commentary, that's what happened. And it's why the Duchess of York was so upset. They, including her daughters, were forced to kill the males; Harry had to establish dominance on all the females."
"He raped them, you mean!"
"No, Ms. Shepherd, he established dominance. When in your form, the animal has most of the control. Instincts are very strong."
"But how do you know?"
Sirius stood and morphed into his Grim. He walked to her, claws clicking, and lay his head in her lap and gave her the puppy-dog eyes.
Fortune grinned. "I believe that's the canine equivalent of 'trust me', Gillian."
Despite herself, Gillian was amazed. She found herself scratching Sirius's ears.
Despite himself, Sirius's back leg thumped on the floor.
"And I believe that proves the instinct thing."
Sirius was suddenly standing again, blushing furiously. "Bah, I hate that! Not the scratch, Gillian, thank you. That leg thing is just embarrassing, though."
Everyone laughed.
Dan, watching the map, asked, "Sirius, why do they run and then stop, and why do the dots merge? Is something wrong with the map?"
Sirius blushed.
Dan said, "Oh!" and blushed himself.
Chuckles were heard all around.
Emma Granger, surprisingly, took charge. "Why don't we leave one person on watch and the rest of us can leave the children alone?"
General agreement followed and Molly volunteered for first watch. As the men left they noticed the women all stayed firmly seated. Wisely they said nothing but retired to the public study to await the dawn.
Andromeda looked at the still uncertain Gillian. "Gillian, you realize the choice was killing them or establishing dominance, don't you?"
"Yes. I don't know why I'm so upset about this. I mean, I know it's pack behavior, but...."
"He's still the knight in shining armor, Gillian. It's just that in this case the armor is furry."
Gillian heaved a great sigh. "But he took that Goblin Princess. I mean, no one says anything, but she has that well-topped little smirk and they include her in everything. And the owl." She blushed furiously. "I, err, happened to see them the other day and now she has eggs, I understand. It seems unnatural."
Andromeda nodded. "I had a talk with Marcia, Melissa, and Jennifer about this and their research indicates that when he changes he changes completely. A Mundane professor, Frederick Sanger, backs this up and disputes that the samples came from the same individual."
"I think your real concern is whether your children will have owls as brothers and sisters."
Without thinking, Gillian replied, "Grandchildren, actually. Both my daughters are witches and all they can talk about is Harry Potter. We've tried to deny it, but the accidental magic has been there all along, now that I know what magic is." She stopped and narrowed her eyes at a chuckling Andromeda.
Andromeda held her hands up in surrender.
Gillian continued, "Well, now that cat's out of the bag. Am I going to end up with grandchildren who are-what? How many sentient magical species are there?"
Esmeralda ticked them off. "Humans, Vampires, Werewolves, Wargs, Wolves, Veela, Centaurs, Merpeople, Goblins, House-elves, Unicorns, Nightmares, Acromantula, and Dragons would be easily considered sentient in any definition. There are some others, but I doubt we'll see them as they are notoriously shy and insular."
"Daphne says Luna believes Harry will mate with at least one of all of these besides House-elves-they're already fully bound to him-and Acromantula. They're so other as to be completely incompatible. The Veela have already contracted for breeding services and send one Veela a week to be bred."
Into the stunned silence that followed, Bakul huffed, "Oh, so they can let him shag thousands of Veela but I can't have one go?"
A scandalized Molly hissed, "Bakul Patil, you leave my son alone."
Andromeda moved to head this off. "Bakul, what is it with you? I mean, I know we all fantasize, but you're driven. Aren't you bonded?"
"I'm fully bonded. It's a cultural thing; we're allowed and encouraged in Hindi magical culture to breed with the strongest magic user in the family not blood-related to us. There is no stigma attached to it in India, and it is in fact celebrated and encouraged.
"Normally the bonded would arrange the breeding with her mother, sisters, cousins, and aunts.
"Henri is preparing to formally request a breeding for all the females in the family. The girls are so Anglicized that they've never seen the practice. They've read about it, but I think they view it as outmoded. Unfortunately their father does not share their view and may attempt to force the issue."
"I would strongly advise against it, Bakul."
All heads turned as Sarah spoke while she escorted the Queen back into the room. She looked only slightly the worse for wear.
"Your Grace, I am desperately holding him off, but he will not wait forever."
"Harry will flatly refuse if pressured, and he will probably take steps. Patil is a vassal House, remember."
"Exactly Henri's contention, Your Grace. He's going to request that the Duke exercise droit le court cuisse."
Elizabeth was suddenly furious. "Denied!"
Henri Patil, hearing what was happening in the bond, had entered behind the Queen.
"Ma'am, I must protest. This is a gross violation of the customs of my people."
Elizabeth, in a towering fury, hissed, "So you would destroy my Duke by making him take all these, his mothers-in-law? I think not, my Lord Baron. You tread dangerously close to forfeit."
Henri replied hotly, "Ma'am, they all want him and it will only strengthen our lines."
"You assume too much-and at the cost of his sanity? No, the cost is too high. Denied."
Sarah moved to defuse this before it could go further, thanking Morgana she had kept her shield up. "You may negotiate for breeding privileges with me, Lord Baron. It will not be in your best interest to attempt to force the issue, as you can see."
Ron turned to Charlie. "What's the big deal? If the Patils want him they work it out, and if Padma, Parvati, Harry, and Nym agree, I'm sure Hermione can schedule them."
Charlie rolled his eyes and Lavender informed him (much to the edification of the Mundanes), "If the Queen grants Baron Patil's request, the privilege would have to be enforced across all the vassal Houses."
Ron looked at her blankly.
Neville, in that clear-voiced way he had developed, provided the clarification. "Harry would have to mate all the mates' mothers and all our bonded. Somehow I don't think he'd do well taking your mum."
Fred and George caught Ron as he surged from his seat, looking at Baron Patil with blood in his eye. They struggled briefly and then sat on him.
Elizabeth, Lavender, and Molly beamed at Ron.
The theater had filled during the discussion, the Queen and Sarah sat listening to Baron Patil's request, surrounded by the other women.
The Mundane government and military leaders present sat quietly, discussing things with the vassal males.
Tony Inge shook his head. "Always complicated anyway, and now we have breeding privileges mixed in with politics. This will end badly."
"I think this is but a shadow of things to come."
"Really, Lord Weasley?"
"Yes, we must get a handle on this now. The senior Houses of the world are going to seek to tie themselves to Harry, and the easiest way is with his progeny."
"And how will the bonded react?"
"If the Veela negotiations are an indicator, it won't bother them at all. They know he hasn't fully bound either Lorelei or that first Matriarch, but they're both pregnant. I think it's more an issue with Harry. The first time one of his progeny is mistreated could cause him to eliminate a whole line, maybe a race."
Both groups continued their discussions, but much more calmly and quietly, watching the map and waiting for dawn.
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Harry and the bonded stopped running and lay playing and resting in a copse of scrubby trees.
Beatrice approached Harry and brazenly rubbed her rump across his muzzle.
"Harry, please?"
"Beatrice, what if you get pregnant?"
"She's not in heat, Harry."
"So it's okay, Nym?"
"I think so. Marcia, Melissa, Jennifer-any opinions?"
Melissa replied, "It should be fine, she shouldn't get pregnant. Even if she does, it will be her Warg that is pregnant, we think."
Eugenie's joyous "Thank Morgana!" came with an equally joyous howl and she broadcast, "Shag the hell out of her, Harry. I'm next!" across the bond so loudly her mother heard it. Her mates all laughed.
Harry nuzzled Beatrice and then mounted her as gently as he could. He made contact, and rigorously controlling the Warg he slowly and gently pushed his length into her. Beatrice was wriggling excitedly and trying to back into him.
Harry was desperately trying to control the Warg but as Beatrice became used to him she broke his control by growling at him and turning around and biting his foreleg.
Harry fucked her into the ground. Beatrice was ecstatic. She dropped into the continuous orgasm and howled; Harry swelled in her and tied her. He gave two more thrusts and flooded her with come.
The bonded yipped in surprise when the light flared from them and the rocks rang and then raised a massive howl.
Afterward, Harry and Beatrice lay licking each other and resting as Harry shrank enough to come free of her while Eugenie danced nervously, whining pitifully.
"Harry, cover Eugenie before she explodes."
"Yes, Nym."
Harry rose and Eugenie tackled him in her enthusiasm. They were a writhing pile of fur, and her howl as she got Harry inside herself was electrifying. At points during her mating Eugenie was on bottom, top, and on the ground on her side. She had started the orgasm as Harry entered her and he finally tied her. They howled out his orgasm together, bringing another flash, gong note, and howl from the pack.
Harry rested and then gently disengaged from Eugenie. He flopped down by Nym for a nap. It turned into a pile of wolves.
Hedwig watched and blinked. She hooted contently and faded away back to the nest.
As the sun rose on the ninth, Nym woke and woke Harry.
He nodded and they all faded away, reappearing in the entry hall.
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