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Harry Potter and the Dark Lady
Chapter 5
The Royal Academy
Third Year Uni Common
Monday
16 Sept 1996
07:22
“Rita, really, you have to relax. There’s nothing to be done; I did in fact execute or enslave two thousand people yesterday.”
“Oh hell, no you don’t, Harry James Potter. You don’t get to be all reasonable about these letters. These people are calling for your head. By any means necessary, including revolution.”
A growl circulated; the students in all the commons were focused on the Duke and Duchesses, as they had been since the owls delivered the mail.
Rita had received several thick letters and as she had read them, the bonded had been subjected to a rising and hair-raising tirade. Rita passing each letter to the mate next to her did not help. The mates were raging in the bond and the schools felt it and…well, joined in through Rowena and Roxanne; the buildings were growling.
“Rita, really—you can’t expect them to be anything other than upset.”
“Merlin’s flaming penis! They can be expected to be grateful, Harry, and kiss your ass for saving them and offer you their wives, daughters, and fortunes for their miserable, bleating, sheep-like lives.”
“Rita, that’s going too far. I don’t want any of that. And really, that’s what I’m trying to teach them not to be.”
“Yes, and aren’t you sweet, but they will show the proper respect or I will crush them all. If you get the urge, I want to see pants on the floor and smiling faces upside down between knees.”
“RITA!”
As Harry argued with Rita, Nym watched the crowd. At Rita’s last sally she had seen female heads nodding everywhere, and some male ones too. She thought, Oh god no, not more of them. Harry turned to her instantly and she smiled and pushed his attention back to Rita.
Ann Nagel, having just finished another letter, nodded. “Harry, this is pretty serious. These people aren’t joking. I see a pattern, though. These are all people we executed—well, their extended families really.”
Amelia Fastida’s laughter rang across the common. “To use Harry’s favorite Krista expression, ‘Fuck ’em, then.’ Harry will simply abolish their Houses and not accept them in subservience. Without a head, their families will wither and die. We already have their assets and chattel.”
Anthony Carlisle leapt to his feet. “Your Grace, please, you cannot abandon us. We did not write those letters. The House does not deserve to die.”
Amelia Fastida’s head swiveled and locked onto Anthony. “Prove that your House deserves to live, mortal.”
Anthony somehow remained standing under the initial onslaught of her compulsion and Harry saved him.
“Amelia, don’t, please.”
Amelia stopped instantly and looked at Harry and then lowered her face. “As you will, Master.”
Harry grimaced. “Look, it’s fairly simple: publish all the interrogations with no alterations.”
Rita, Amelia Fastida, the vampire mates, and the Slytherins grinned viciously. The interrogations would expose the underbelly of the wizarding world entire. The repercussions would be horrendous for most of these families. Rita nodded. “As my lord wills.”
“Harry, you can’t—the victims’ families will challenge their Heads of House.”
“I don’t think they’ll want to fight me, Sarah.”
“Oops, sorry. How stupid am I today?”
“You’re not stupid, Sarah. I think yesterday just has us all in a twist.”
Unintentionally Harry proved his point by sending his standard caress of Sarah’s pleasure and sexual center. He had scrupulously avoided any kind of sexual contact with the human Sarah up to that point. Realizing what he had done when he felt the feedback of her orgasm, Harry blushed and apologized profusely.
Sarah chuckled as she recovered. “It’s okay, Harry. Now go away. Where is Andrew?”
A furiously blushing Harry withdrew all but the barest trickle of presence from Sarah as the mates laughed.
In the bond the mates were planning the gigantic issue of the Prophet. Luna was planning the in-depth analysis pieces on each prisoner executed, naming names and linking their crimes as much as possible for the Quibbler.
Harry shook his head; somehow it always seemed to work out, no matter what “it” was. One of the mates would get overwrought about something and a solution would occur in the bond. He smiled. It was like magic, really. Harry chuckled and the mates shook their heads. He was such a goose sometimes.
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The Royal Academy
Post Grad first year Common
Monday
16 Sept 1995
18:00
Harry seated Nym and looked over the common and the monitors. He nodded to Patricia Stimpson in the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
Patricia gathered her nerve. “Your Grace, why didn’t you enslave Angelic Lombard? I mean, she wanted you to so she could stay with her husband.”
Harry had feared this question. He blushed. “She’lll be allowed to stay with Charles, Patricia. I would never separate a bonded pair.”
Patricia frowned and Harry knew he was in trouble. “You didn’t answer the question, Your Grace.”
Harry made the best of it and chuckled ruefully. “Well, if you’re going to be all Gryffindor about it....” He paused as the chuckle went around. “Patricia, the fact is that the women I enslave are full slaves.”
Patricia’s frown did not lift. Bella was tired of this. “They will fully service my Master, Patricia.”
Nym looked at the monitors and saw the calculating looks. “Any witch found to be committing a crime in order to become enslaved to the Duke will find herself in cells instead. You know the drill—if you’re found, come see a mate. We’ll determine what to do with you and when. Do not interpret this as a shortcut into Harry’s pants.”
Patricia nodded. “Thank you, Your Grace.”
Harry looked over the crowd and saw no more questioners waiting, so he waved and the food appeared.
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Xi Shi’s Hold
Sunday
17 Sept 1996
02:30
Xi Shi was recovering. So the Duke had caught some of her Black Dragons. This bore some thought, also some work on her speed at cutting the connection to them. Those burns had been painful. This boy was so very powerful.
Now, who would she send next? Obviously she needed to send someone very good. Her lieutenant Xuan Li sprang to mind, but the witch was very powerful and unbonded. There was every chance that the Duke would simply take her, or worse that she would be found by him with close exposure. That was totally unacceptable. Xi Shi did not mind her mate satiating his lust on these lesser creatures, but she would be his bonded.
This was maddening, first the Dark Lord Voldemort being overcome and then her mate bonding all these lesser creatures. And now the government was poking around. She had been perfectly content to leave them alone—China was big, after all—but their interference in her relationship with her bonded would not be tolerated. He would be hers.
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The Royal Academy
Fifth Form Common
Tuesday
17 Sept 1996
07:26
Harry surveyed the Common and the monitors. While not silent, all the commons were full of students reading the very thick editions of the Prophet and Quibbler. Both papers were swelled first by the letters to the editor railing against Harry and then the transcript of the interrogations of the prisoners whose execution had prompted the letters. The Quibbler had printed in-depth analyses of these same prisoners’ crimes.
Around the Realm the same scene occurred in homes and public houses. The rest of the week was spent in contemplation and discussion of the facts and analysis presented. The letters to the editors turned ninety-nine percent positive, although there was the occasional brave soul or crackpot who still took on the Duke in the press.
Amanda spent the week working her U.S. government job and the channels to China. It had been decided to send an ambassador to the British government but not to the Court of St James. This was a figurative device for the American government to use to allow their public Mundane face to say one thing while their magical face might say and do something different. As far as Amanda was concerned, it was a step backward.
Amelia Bones was being forced to pay attention to the Ministry also. The departments’ budgets were coming up, and while all the departments were now headed by vassals they still fought like dogs over money.
Michelle Wood’s Aurors were a very bright spot as they smilingly went about policing Britain; anything to get out of classes with Master Auror Moody, really. Petty crime was becoming a shocking occurrence and was liable to get you hexed into the long-term care ward at St Mungo’s. Major crime landed you in the Potter dungeons and on Harry’s to-do list, an untenable position at best.
William, Lord Greengrass found himself dragooned into being Britain’s representative to the International Confederation of Wizards, and it was fun. Between him and Esmeralda they had fully baffled his liege’s detractors on the body and along with the Allied powers moved to put more and more pressure on the nascent opposition.
Esmeralda was convinced that the new Chief Witch of the ICW, a Brazilian, would have been a mate if she had not been past menopause; as it was, she was a rabid fan (at 158 she carried Imelda’s picture of Harry) of Harry and Nym’s. That she was massively powerful and an old Spanish pureblood helped a lot.
The Order of the Phoenix stayed busy ferreting out any remaining traces of Voldemort, and the Department of Mysteries was studying Harry’s amazing collection of both Light and Dark objects and texts.
Billhook began coming to see Narcissa and Hookknife. Harry worried about it a little until they sat him down and explained their plan to gain financial dominance of the wizarding world. Harry sighed and gave instructions that they were to maintain enough money to support the mates and children, then he went and spent the rest of the day in the lake with Muriel. Finances made his head ache.
Muriel had finally understood the concept of mating as equal partners, or learned enough to fake it, and never passed up an opportunity to present Harry with a new Mermaid. The Merperson’s culture was very alien, but Muriel and the king seemed happy and the Mermaids didn’t complain, so Harry just kind of lost himself in it for a while.
Frieda fished him out and took him flying that evening and Nym joined them and accomplished the change. She was a very nice looking Hell Dragon.
During the week the mates, in ones and twos, made the change. The Alphas and Primaries were all Hell Dragons except for Hermione, who was an enormous—bigger than Frieda, even—and enormously powerful Horntail. The rest of the mates were a mixture of all kinds of Dragons. Luna, being Luna, was a silver Dragon not even Frieda could name. Charlie and Dana were ecstatic trying to classify her.
Harry also managed to spend some time in his Hell Stallion form with Melinda and the other Nightmares. The herd could be spotted off and on flowing over the hills of the Hollow at what could only be called a stately pace. All of the Nightmares and Centaurs were heavily pregnant.
The sight never failed to bring a smile to those who saw it. Harry was a hovering herd Stallion too.
Chapter 5
The Royal Academy
Third Year Uni Common
Monday
16 Sept 1996
07:22
“Rita, really, you have to relax. There’s nothing to be done; I did in fact execute or enslave two thousand people yesterday.”
“Oh hell, no you don’t, Harry James Potter. You don’t get to be all reasonable about these letters. These people are calling for your head. By any means necessary, including revolution.”
A growl circulated; the students in all the commons were focused on the Duke and Duchesses, as they had been since the owls delivered the mail.
Rita had received several thick letters and as she had read them, the bonded had been subjected to a rising and hair-raising tirade. Rita passing each letter to the mate next to her did not help. The mates were raging in the bond and the schools felt it and…well, joined in through Rowena and Roxanne; the buildings were growling.
“Rita, really—you can’t expect them to be anything other than upset.”
“Merlin’s flaming penis! They can be expected to be grateful, Harry, and kiss your ass for saving them and offer you their wives, daughters, and fortunes for their miserable, bleating, sheep-like lives.”
“Rita, that’s going too far. I don’t want any of that. And really, that’s what I’m trying to teach them not to be.”
“Yes, and aren’t you sweet, but they will show the proper respect or I will crush them all. If you get the urge, I want to see pants on the floor and smiling faces upside down between knees.”
“RITA!”
As Harry argued with Rita, Nym watched the crowd. At Rita’s last sally she had seen female heads nodding everywhere, and some male ones too. She thought, Oh god no, not more of them. Harry turned to her instantly and she smiled and pushed his attention back to Rita.
Ann Nagel, having just finished another letter, nodded. “Harry, this is pretty serious. These people aren’t joking. I see a pattern, though. These are all people we executed—well, their extended families really.”
Amelia Fastida’s laughter rang across the common. “To use Harry’s favorite Krista expression, ‘Fuck ’em, then.’ Harry will simply abolish their Houses and not accept them in subservience. Without a head, their families will wither and die. We already have their assets and chattel.”
Anthony Carlisle leapt to his feet. “Your Grace, please, you cannot abandon us. We did not write those letters. The House does not deserve to die.”
Amelia Fastida’s head swiveled and locked onto Anthony. “Prove that your House deserves to live, mortal.”
Anthony somehow remained standing under the initial onslaught of her compulsion and Harry saved him.
“Amelia, don’t, please.”
Amelia stopped instantly and looked at Harry and then lowered her face. “As you will, Master.”
Harry grimaced. “Look, it’s fairly simple: publish all the interrogations with no alterations.”
Rita, Amelia Fastida, the vampire mates, and the Slytherins grinned viciously. The interrogations would expose the underbelly of the wizarding world entire. The repercussions would be horrendous for most of these families. Rita nodded. “As my lord wills.”
“Harry, you can’t—the victims’ families will challenge their Heads of House.”
“I don’t think they’ll want to fight me, Sarah.”
“Oops, sorry. How stupid am I today?”
“You’re not stupid, Sarah. I think yesterday just has us all in a twist.”
Unintentionally Harry proved his point by sending his standard caress of Sarah’s pleasure and sexual center. He had scrupulously avoided any kind of sexual contact with the human Sarah up to that point. Realizing what he had done when he felt the feedback of her orgasm, Harry blushed and apologized profusely.
Sarah chuckled as she recovered. “It’s okay, Harry. Now go away. Where is Andrew?”
A furiously blushing Harry withdrew all but the barest trickle of presence from Sarah as the mates laughed.
In the bond the mates were planning the gigantic issue of the Prophet. Luna was planning the in-depth analysis pieces on each prisoner executed, naming names and linking their crimes as much as possible for the Quibbler.
Harry shook his head; somehow it always seemed to work out, no matter what “it” was. One of the mates would get overwrought about something and a solution would occur in the bond. He smiled. It was like magic, really. Harry chuckled and the mates shook their heads. He was such a goose sometimes.
HPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDL
The Royal Academy
Post Grad first year Common
Monday
16 Sept 1995
18:00
Harry seated Nym and looked over the common and the monitors. He nodded to Patricia Stimpson in the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
Patricia gathered her nerve. “Your Grace, why didn’t you enslave Angelic Lombard? I mean, she wanted you to so she could stay with her husband.”
Harry had feared this question. He blushed. “She’lll be allowed to stay with Charles, Patricia. I would never separate a bonded pair.”
Patricia frowned and Harry knew he was in trouble. “You didn’t answer the question, Your Grace.”
Harry made the best of it and chuckled ruefully. “Well, if you’re going to be all Gryffindor about it....” He paused as the chuckle went around. “Patricia, the fact is that the women I enslave are full slaves.”
Patricia’s frown did not lift. Bella was tired of this. “They will fully service my Master, Patricia.”
Nym looked at the monitors and saw the calculating looks. “Any witch found to be committing a crime in order to become enslaved to the Duke will find herself in cells instead. You know the drill—if you’re found, come see a mate. We’ll determine what to do with you and when. Do not interpret this as a shortcut into Harry’s pants.”
Patricia nodded. “Thank you, Your Grace.”
Harry looked over the crowd and saw no more questioners waiting, so he waved and the food appeared.
HPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDL
Xi Shi’s Hold
Sunday
17 Sept 1996
02:30
Xi Shi was recovering. So the Duke had caught some of her Black Dragons. This bore some thought, also some work on her speed at cutting the connection to them. Those burns had been painful. This boy was so very powerful.
Now, who would she send next? Obviously she needed to send someone very good. Her lieutenant Xuan Li sprang to mind, but the witch was very powerful and unbonded. There was every chance that the Duke would simply take her, or worse that she would be found by him with close exposure. That was totally unacceptable. Xi Shi did not mind her mate satiating his lust on these lesser creatures, but she would be his bonded.
This was maddening, first the Dark Lord Voldemort being overcome and then her mate bonding all these lesser creatures. And now the government was poking around. She had been perfectly content to leave them alone—China was big, after all—but their interference in her relationship with her bonded would not be tolerated. He would be hers.
HPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDLHPATDL
The Royal Academy
Fifth Form Common
Tuesday
17 Sept 1996
07:26
Harry surveyed the Common and the monitors. While not silent, all the commons were full of students reading the very thick editions of the Prophet and Quibbler. Both papers were swelled first by the letters to the editor railing against Harry and then the transcript of the interrogations of the prisoners whose execution had prompted the letters. The Quibbler had printed in-depth analyses of these same prisoners’ crimes.
Around the Realm the same scene occurred in homes and public houses. The rest of the week was spent in contemplation and discussion of the facts and analysis presented. The letters to the editors turned ninety-nine percent positive, although there was the occasional brave soul or crackpot who still took on the Duke in the press.
Amanda spent the week working her U.S. government job and the channels to China. It had been decided to send an ambassador to the British government but not to the Court of St James. This was a figurative device for the American government to use to allow their public Mundane face to say one thing while their magical face might say and do something different. As far as Amanda was concerned, it was a step backward.
Amelia Bones was being forced to pay attention to the Ministry also. The departments’ budgets were coming up, and while all the departments were now headed by vassals they still fought like dogs over money.
Michelle Wood’s Aurors were a very bright spot as they smilingly went about policing Britain; anything to get out of classes with Master Auror Moody, really. Petty crime was becoming a shocking occurrence and was liable to get you hexed into the long-term care ward at St Mungo’s. Major crime landed you in the Potter dungeons and on Harry’s to-do list, an untenable position at best.
William, Lord Greengrass found himself dragooned into being Britain’s representative to the International Confederation of Wizards, and it was fun. Between him and Esmeralda they had fully baffled his liege’s detractors on the body and along with the Allied powers moved to put more and more pressure on the nascent opposition.
Esmeralda was convinced that the new Chief Witch of the ICW, a Brazilian, would have been a mate if she had not been past menopause; as it was, she was a rabid fan (at 158 she carried Imelda’s picture of Harry) of Harry and Nym’s. That she was massively powerful and an old Spanish pureblood helped a lot.
The Order of the Phoenix stayed busy ferreting out any remaining traces of Voldemort, and the Department of Mysteries was studying Harry’s amazing collection of both Light and Dark objects and texts.
Billhook began coming to see Narcissa and Hookknife. Harry worried about it a little until they sat him down and explained their plan to gain financial dominance of the wizarding world. Harry sighed and gave instructions that they were to maintain enough money to support the mates and children, then he went and spent the rest of the day in the lake with Muriel. Finances made his head ache.
Muriel had finally understood the concept of mating as equal partners, or learned enough to fake it, and never passed up an opportunity to present Harry with a new Mermaid. The Merperson’s culture was very alien, but Muriel and the king seemed happy and the Mermaids didn’t complain, so Harry just kind of lost himself in it for a while.
Frieda fished him out and took him flying that evening and Nym joined them and accomplished the change. She was a very nice looking Hell Dragon.
During the week the mates, in ones and twos, made the change. The Alphas and Primaries were all Hell Dragons except for Hermione, who was an enormous—bigger than Frieda, even—and enormously powerful Horntail. The rest of the mates were a mixture of all kinds of Dragons. Luna, being Luna, was a silver Dragon not even Frieda could name. Charlie and Dana were ecstatic trying to classify her.
Harry also managed to spend some time in his Hell Stallion form with Melinda and the other Nightmares. The herd could be spotted off and on flowing over the hills of the Hollow at what could only be called a stately pace. All of the Nightmares and Centaurs were heavily pregnant.
The sight never failed to bring a smile to those who saw it. Harry was a hovering herd Stallion too.
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