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Chapter 2
Sequel to Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret. Harry thought it was all over. His desire to settle in with his wives will not get fulfilled.
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Harry Potter and the Dark Lady
Chapter 2
Xi Shi’s Hold
Kunming, China
Wednesday
11 Sept 1996
12:17
Xi Shi was still furious. The Werewolves of Asia had ceased to exist as a body. Admittedly they had been stupid to attack one of the Duke’s pregnant Alphas, but he hadn’t had to take her most effective force. He would have to be punished for that.
The twenty-seventh was another full moon and he was sure to run the pack. Her Dragons would take care of some of his pack and then she would capture them and have the Alphas raped. They were surely delivered by now. She had to establish her dominance of these lesser females. Now she just had to find out where he would run.
These reports of his dalliances with beasts were interesting, possibly a way in; yes, perhaps a way to turn the public.
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Potter Castle
Master Bedroom
Wednesday
11 Sept 1996
04:17
Luna sat up, her eyes completely white. She sat shaking until Irina put her arm around her. “Luna? What is it?”
Luna was crying now and the bond snapped awake and went defensive. Harry dove into her mind, and as he gently held and caressed her there he reviewed her vision of XI Shi, the Dark Lady, planning to ambush the clan pack on the twenty-seventh. Uh-oh, that rape-the-Alphas thing was sure to get somebody killed.
He groaned and lay back. The mates, having seen the vision, were steaming. There was a vast silence which Harry knew didn’t bode well for this Xi Shi.
Chu was hissing in Chinese and it sounded all bad. That impression was confirmed by Cho covering her mouth and blushing furiously.
Luna had settled back down in Irina’s arms.
Chu finally managed some English. “Bitch, kill Commie bitch, slut, whore, dog.”
Nym tackled her and kissed her intelligent again. “I love you too, Chu.”
“Okay, ladies, what do we want to do about this one?”
“Harry, let me talk to the Chinese government. I think we can send them some mines.”
“Okay, Amanda, fine but what about the Dark Lady?”
“I think we should work on a Dragon transformation, Harry. I’ll talk to Dana.”
“Fine, Ginny, but every time I change I end up breeding somebody.”
“We’ll go with you, Harry. We’ll just have to have you do it first and then we can change, so if—well, if the usual happens, we’ll be there.”
Harry was grumbling when Jasmine rolled onto him. “Quit whinging, Harry. We know you like it. And it won’t interfere that much; there are very few Dragons in the world. If they have to have rights, you’d probably only have to breed one a week for a year or so. Now love me.”
Harry and Jasmine dissolved into a writhing pile that drew in the others near them.
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The Royal
Freshmen Bonded Couples’ dorms
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
04:30
“Fred, wake up.”
“’n a minute, Mum.”
Angelina smirked evilly; call her Mum, would he? She eased her head down, taking him in her mouth, and then pulled her head up. In her best imitation of Molly she said, “Get up, dear, and you can put this where we’ll both enjoy it.”
She took him back in her mouth and slid down him, humming.
Fred’s eyes snapped open in terror and he jerked his head up and met Angelina’s smiling eyes. The only thing that kept him hard was her skill and ability to read him in their bond. Angelina secretly very much enjoyed his going semi-flaccid before she just barely caught him and, using all her skill, brought him back very, very hard.
“Angelina, please never do that again.”
She pulled her mouth off him and crawled up his body. “Do what, Fred? You didn’t enjoy it?”
“No—errh, yes—errh, you know what I mean.”
Angelina laughed at her flustered bonded and kissed him. She sank back onto him and winked at him. “Don’t ever get me confused with your mum, Fred.”
Fred nodded and shook his head alternately. Angelina laughed and they finished their morning private exercises.
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Hogwarts
Slytherin Dorms
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
05:00
“Are you kidding? It’s five in the morning!”
Millicent slapped the whining first year on her pampered, pureblood, duvet-covered bum, “Off your asses, ickle firsties. If you’re going to have all that ambition and drive, you’re going to have the bodies to go with it. Can’t let the Gryffs or Wargs beat us, now, can we?”
The House grumbled its way awake and dressed for PT. They made it to the Quidditch pitch and took their place with the other Houses.
From the front on the podium, Alicia Spinnet—it was Gryffindor’s week to lead—led the exercises as the Prefects went round “helping” those in their Houses who needed it.
The PT program that had been instituted in the schools to satisfy a Mundane requirement had actually made the students more energized and better learners. The older years had come to enjoy it—well, they would again once they got over the holidays. Besides, as soon as you made a team you had practise unless it was your House’s turn to lead. Besides, it was kind of fun to be a mindless robot while you fully woke up to the tune of the daily dozen and a little jog; well, after all you worked off all Mum’s puddings, maybe.
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The Royal Academy
Sports Grounds
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
05:30
The undergrads and grad students watched in awe as Clan Potter did PT.
Harry had installed a set of free weights outdoors and in any kind of decent weather the mates could be found at 5:30 doing their stretches in the beach volleyball court’s sand and then working out before their runs.
It never failed to draw a crowd of hypnotized unbonded students. After that incident in late May of last year the students were all briefed about the no-touching policy first thing, even though no briefing was necessary as the story was now legend, and the witch and wizard had healed nicely. Parvati still blushed in embarrassment when she thought about it. Amelia Fastida just laughed; she had only drained a pint or so, and it had hardly left a scar on the girl.
The cumulative effect on the wizards and witches was that one hundred percent of the graduate and undergrad students did PT as well, even though they were not required to. The Duke and the Duchesses were simply too much competition, too amazing to look at, and too fun to be around not to do your very best.
Jillian Frenk and William Crissum did PT with their peers; they still didn’t know why they had lost their minds and grabbed Parvati (William) and Amelia Fastida (Jillian). Jillian didn’t even like witches that way. The aftermath had been a blur of pain and fear for a few seconds and then submission. An overnight in the hospital and a couple of doses of Skelegrow and one blood-replenishing potion and they were back in class. They both still apologized first thing to every mate they met. The mates felt it was getting annoying, really.
The plunge into that near-frozen section of the lake after the run, though, was only for the truly enamored.
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The Royal
Eleventh Year Commons
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
07:30
Harry escorted Nym into the Commons and they found a seat at the instructors’ table. Hedwig faded in, landed on Harry’s shoulder, and held out her leg imperiously. “Dana, Nym.”
Nym removed the note and Harry gave Hedwig a cuddle and a rasher of bacon.
“Harry, you shouldn’t give Hedwig bacon. The salt isn’t good for her.”
“’Mione, hush. My bacon. You eat tree meat.”
“Hedwig, it’s fruit. You know this—stop acting.”
“My bacon.”
“You’re impossible when you act like this.”
The bonded chuckled as the everlasting bacon argument proceeded.
Harry sighed.
“Dana says she knows just the Dragon, Harry, and you should pop down and see her. Oh, and bring a cow.”
“Errrh, her the Dragon, or her Dana, Nym?”
“Well, Dana, of course. I think. Oh, just go see Dana and Charlie, Harry.”
“After breakfast, Nym.”
“I’ll go with Harry. Alastor can cover for me.”
“I want to do some planning about the new threat with the staff soon, Nym.”
“Harry!”
“What?”
“Public, Harry.”
“Oops.”
Too late Harry turned from Nym and looked out over the eleventh year Commons. It was a veritable sea of flatware in suspended animation. Well, no question what would be covered at question time this evening.
Harry growled and pushed the button in front of his place. A single gong shimmered over both schools and the displays in all the Commons changed to display the head table Harry was sitting at. “In order to keep from wasting what have been up until now well thought out questions at question time, I will pass along some information.
“Last night—early this morning, really—we uncovered the existence of a Dark Lady in China named Xi Shi. She has, errrh, designs on us for as yet unknown purposes.”
A Ducal House witch at Hogwarts said, “Oh, hell no, no cutting line.”
Nym beamed at her. “Take five points for your House, Roberta.”
Harry sighed and continued. “My mates have expressed exactly Roberta’s opinion and so we are currently studying the issue.”
“Just pop her in here, Harry, and give us five minutes. We’ll put her in her correct place in line.”
“I had hoped to do something about it without throwing her to the Wargs, as it were, Demelza.”
Low growls were heard rumbling through the schools. The Ducal House had adopted the Warg as its heraldic animal and they wore the wolf’s head with the burning red eyes proudly.
“We’re still in the planning stages and gathering information. So far the Dark Lady has remained in China, so we’re not too worried yet. We’ll let you know what we can, when we can, so please don’t waste either question time or your class time on the issue.”
Harry pressed the button again and the monitors snapped back to their rotating display of Commons and the Great Hall. The conversation started at a dull roar. Harry hoped they’d settle by class time.
The Chinese Professors were much in demand during breaks and after class.
Chapter 2
Xi Shi’s Hold
Kunming, China
Wednesday
11 Sept 1996
12:17
Xi Shi was still furious. The Werewolves of Asia had ceased to exist as a body. Admittedly they had been stupid to attack one of the Duke’s pregnant Alphas, but he hadn’t had to take her most effective force. He would have to be punished for that.
The twenty-seventh was another full moon and he was sure to run the pack. Her Dragons would take care of some of his pack and then she would capture them and have the Alphas raped. They were surely delivered by now. She had to establish her dominance of these lesser females. Now she just had to find out where he would run.
These reports of his dalliances with beasts were interesting, possibly a way in; yes, perhaps a way to turn the public.
HPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDL
Potter Castle
Master Bedroom
Wednesday
11 Sept 1996
04:17
Luna sat up, her eyes completely white. She sat shaking until Irina put her arm around her. “Luna? What is it?”
Luna was crying now and the bond snapped awake and went defensive. Harry dove into her mind, and as he gently held and caressed her there he reviewed her vision of XI Shi, the Dark Lady, planning to ambush the clan pack on the twenty-seventh. Uh-oh, that rape-the-Alphas thing was sure to get somebody killed.
He groaned and lay back. The mates, having seen the vision, were steaming. There was a vast silence which Harry knew didn’t bode well for this Xi Shi.
Chu was hissing in Chinese and it sounded all bad. That impression was confirmed by Cho covering her mouth and blushing furiously.
Luna had settled back down in Irina’s arms.
Chu finally managed some English. “Bitch, kill Commie bitch, slut, whore, dog.”
Nym tackled her and kissed her intelligent again. “I love you too, Chu.”
“Okay, ladies, what do we want to do about this one?”
“Harry, let me talk to the Chinese government. I think we can send them some mines.”
“Okay, Amanda, fine but what about the Dark Lady?”
“I think we should work on a Dragon transformation, Harry. I’ll talk to Dana.”
“Fine, Ginny, but every time I change I end up breeding somebody.”
“We’ll go with you, Harry. We’ll just have to have you do it first and then we can change, so if—well, if the usual happens, we’ll be there.”
Harry was grumbling when Jasmine rolled onto him. “Quit whinging, Harry. We know you like it. And it won’t interfere that much; there are very few Dragons in the world. If they have to have rights, you’d probably only have to breed one a week for a year or so. Now love me.”
Harry and Jasmine dissolved into a writhing pile that drew in the others near them.
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The Royal
Freshmen Bonded Couples’ dorms
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
04:30
“Fred, wake up.”
“’n a minute, Mum.”
Angelina smirked evilly; call her Mum, would he? She eased her head down, taking him in her mouth, and then pulled her head up. In her best imitation of Molly she said, “Get up, dear, and you can put this where we’ll both enjoy it.”
She took him back in her mouth and slid down him, humming.
Fred’s eyes snapped open in terror and he jerked his head up and met Angelina’s smiling eyes. The only thing that kept him hard was her skill and ability to read him in their bond. Angelina secretly very much enjoyed his going semi-flaccid before she just barely caught him and, using all her skill, brought him back very, very hard.
“Angelina, please never do that again.”
She pulled her mouth off him and crawled up his body. “Do what, Fred? You didn’t enjoy it?”
“No—errh, yes—errh, you know what I mean.”
Angelina laughed at her flustered bonded and kissed him. She sank back onto him and winked at him. “Don’t ever get me confused with your mum, Fred.”
Fred nodded and shook his head alternately. Angelina laughed and they finished their morning private exercises.
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Hogwarts
Slytherin Dorms
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
05:00
“Are you kidding? It’s five in the morning!”
Millicent slapped the whining first year on her pampered, pureblood, duvet-covered bum, “Off your asses, ickle firsties. If you’re going to have all that ambition and drive, you’re going to have the bodies to go with it. Can’t let the Gryffs or Wargs beat us, now, can we?”
The House grumbled its way awake and dressed for PT. They made it to the Quidditch pitch and took their place with the other Houses.
From the front on the podium, Alicia Spinnet—it was Gryffindor’s week to lead—led the exercises as the Prefects went round “helping” those in their Houses who needed it.
The PT program that had been instituted in the schools to satisfy a Mundane requirement had actually made the students more energized and better learners. The older years had come to enjoy it—well, they would again once they got over the holidays. Besides, as soon as you made a team you had practise unless it was your House’s turn to lead. Besides, it was kind of fun to be a mindless robot while you fully woke up to the tune of the daily dozen and a little jog; well, after all you worked off all Mum’s puddings, maybe.
HPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDL
The Royal Academy
Sports Grounds
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
05:30
The undergrads and grad students watched in awe as Clan Potter did PT.
Harry had installed a set of free weights outdoors and in any kind of decent weather the mates could be found at 5:30 doing their stretches in the beach volleyball court’s sand and then working out before their runs.
It never failed to draw a crowd of hypnotized unbonded students. After that incident in late May of last year the students were all briefed about the no-touching policy first thing, even though no briefing was necessary as the story was now legend, and the witch and wizard had healed nicely. Parvati still blushed in embarrassment when she thought about it. Amelia Fastida just laughed; she had only drained a pint or so, and it had hardly left a scar on the girl.
The cumulative effect on the wizards and witches was that one hundred percent of the graduate and undergrad students did PT as well, even though they were not required to. The Duke and the Duchesses were simply too much competition, too amazing to look at, and too fun to be around not to do your very best.
Jillian Frenk and William Crissum did PT with their peers; they still didn’t know why they had lost their minds and grabbed Parvati (William) and Amelia Fastida (Jillian). Jillian didn’t even like witches that way. The aftermath had been a blur of pain and fear for a few seconds and then submission. An overnight in the hospital and a couple of doses of Skelegrow and one blood-replenishing potion and they were back in class. They both still apologized first thing to every mate they met. The mates felt it was getting annoying, really.
The plunge into that near-frozen section of the lake after the run, though, was only for the truly enamored.
HPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDL
The Royal
Eleventh Year Commons
Thursday
12 Sept 1996
07:30
Harry escorted Nym into the Commons and they found a seat at the instructors’ table. Hedwig faded in, landed on Harry’s shoulder, and held out her leg imperiously. “Dana, Nym.”
Nym removed the note and Harry gave Hedwig a cuddle and a rasher of bacon.
“Harry, you shouldn’t give Hedwig bacon. The salt isn’t good for her.”
“’Mione, hush. My bacon. You eat tree meat.”
“Hedwig, it’s fruit. You know this—stop acting.”
“My bacon.”
“You’re impossible when you act like this.”
The bonded chuckled as the everlasting bacon argument proceeded.
Harry sighed.
“Dana says she knows just the Dragon, Harry, and you should pop down and see her. Oh, and bring a cow.”
“Errrh, her the Dragon, or her Dana, Nym?”
“Well, Dana, of course. I think. Oh, just go see Dana and Charlie, Harry.”
“After breakfast, Nym.”
“I’ll go with Harry. Alastor can cover for me.”
“I want to do some planning about the new threat with the staff soon, Nym.”
“Harry!”
“What?”
“Public, Harry.”
“Oops.”
Too late Harry turned from Nym and looked out over the eleventh year Commons. It was a veritable sea of flatware in suspended animation. Well, no question what would be covered at question time this evening.
Harry growled and pushed the button in front of his place. A single gong shimmered over both schools and the displays in all the Commons changed to display the head table Harry was sitting at. “In order to keep from wasting what have been up until now well thought out questions at question time, I will pass along some information.
“Last night—early this morning, really—we uncovered the existence of a Dark Lady in China named Xi Shi. She has, errrh, designs on us for as yet unknown purposes.”
A Ducal House witch at Hogwarts said, “Oh, hell no, no cutting line.”
Nym beamed at her. “Take five points for your House, Roberta.”
Harry sighed and continued. “My mates have expressed exactly Roberta’s opinion and so we are currently studying the issue.”
“Just pop her in here, Harry, and give us five minutes. We’ll put her in her correct place in line.”
“I had hoped to do something about it without throwing her to the Wargs, as it were, Demelza.”
Low growls were heard rumbling through the schools. The Ducal House had adopted the Warg as its heraldic animal and they wore the wolf’s head with the burning red eyes proudly.
“We’re still in the planning stages and gathering information. So far the Dark Lady has remained in China, so we’re not too worried yet. We’ll let you know what we can, when we can, so please don’t waste either question time or your class time on the issue.”
Harry pressed the button again and the monitors snapped back to their rotating display of Commons and the Great Hall. The conversation started at a dull roar. Harry hoped they’d settle by class time.
The Chinese Professors were much in demand during breaks and after class.
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