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The oysters cried


Harry didn't move as he woke up. He had half expected to wake up like in Jorunn's dream, with his cock in her ass, and Disa busying herself where they joined, but he was alone in bed and he could hear laughter outside.
He quietly got out of bed, and morphed himself a pair of boxers. He decorated them with his Coat of Arms, simply because he could. As he looked for the girls, he felt Jormungandr calling his attention.

~Excuse me, Master. As you slept, the girls have rummaged around quite a lot in your head. They have learnt about your early life, Jorunn have copied and learnt your English, although incompletely, and they have managed to contact Gabrielle through you. I assumed it was all right. There is a way I can set up a mental compartment, allowing the girls to talk to each other without bothering you, unless you want to eavesdrop, of course. Shall I?

~That sounds like a good idea. Thanks for looking out for me.

~I live to serve. Fafnir sends word that Sigyn have his fangs, and is brewing the potion.

~Do you know anything about that?

~I do. One of my purposes is to integrate it into your mindset. You will change, but not significantly.

~Do I need to worry?

~No. I will care for you.

He looked out over the lake. At the water's edge he saw a girl, a brunette wearing a bikini of leather and bronze and some kind of loincloth. He recognised Stina's eyes though, so he strolled down to her.

“Hello Stina. How are you? Any regrets?”

“None whatsoever, Master. I love you. You don't recognise this shape, do you?”

“No. Should I?”

“You must be the only male in the lands who haven't drooled over Princess Leia in 'Return of the Jedi'.” she laughed and morphed to the Rita Hayworth she had been earlier.

“I'd rather drool over you no matter how you choose to look. I didn't bond you because you can look like someone else.” he smiled, but jumped as she lost control and fell into a puddle. A voice behind him laughed.

“Beloved, you sure do know what to say to make a girl melt.” He turned to see Jorunn standing there, completely naked and smiling at him.

“Hello Love, how long have I been out of it?”

“Not long, Beloved. About an hour. Did you know we would grow in the Bonding?”

“How do you mean?”

She didn't answer, just shimmered into an unusually large red fox. The fox had blue markings around the chest, and the tail looked like a smaller version of her own. A large female lynx came strolling around the corner, and shimmered into Disa, but she looked slightly different. Her hair had more and different highlights, and her tail was a bit shorter, and had a much lighter underside.

“Master, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She cried as she threw herself at him and covered his face in kisses.

“My other shape is so beautiful, and agile and fast and just wonderful. Both Jorunn and I can retract our tails now, and look almost human.”

“You will always be more beautiful than any mere human. The only one I have ever met who can compete with my girls is Gabrielle's sister. No regrets, then?”

“None, Master. None at all.”

Stina had pulled herself together, and looked like a fifteen year old version of her usual pre-teen. She had the hair and other features of his adult alias, and a big smile.

“Master, meet Elaine Pritchard, Caradoc's daughter and Harry Potter's girlfriend. Just in case you really want to muck things up.”

Harry laughed and struck a pose. He brought out a resounding voice and spoke.

“Dead, she drifted to his feet . Tell us, Love, is Death so sweet? Oh! the
river floweth deep. Fathoms deeper is her sleep. Oh! the current driveth strong.
Wilder tides drive souls along. Drifting, though he loved her not, To the heart
of Launcelot, Let her pass; it is her place. Death hath given her this grace. Let
her pass; she resteth well. What her dreams are, who can tell? Mute the
steersman; why, if he Speaketh not a word, should we?”

As he spoke, he summoned a mist over the lake. He made the illusion of a barge, drifting across the lake, barely visible through the mist. His voice echoed over the lake, and everything went quiet.
He looked at his girls, who were staring wide-eyed at him with open mouths.

“This is our man,” Stina whispered, “who haven't seen Star Wars, but who makes poetry come alive at the blink of an eye.”

“Lucky, lucky us, “ Disa whispered back, with deep feeling.

A bell rang out over the lake, and another, dragonheaded barge came sailing out of the mist, heading straight for them. At the bow was Sigyn, dressed in a white gown, and with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. As the barge touched land, she stepped out of it and approached him. In her outstretched hands was something that looked almost, but not quite, like a sword, covered with a white cloth. He understood that she had seen him create this mood with his little recital, and just followed suite. In homage to the ritual feeling, he spun vaguely medieval gowns for his girls, and they played along, lining up next to him as Sigyn made her way to them.

“Lord Harry James Potter of Kilchurn, Harald Fafnersson, Sorcerer, warrior, loved by Freja and son of the great serpent of the North. On the eve of your bonding my daughter, I bring you gifts.
I bring you Stormbreaker, a battle hammer, made of the rarest metals and by the greatest of smiths this age.
Wield it with care and strike with might, on that walls and wards alike will fall before you.

I bring you Fang, a wand or staff, made from Fafnir's own fang, and with Serpent tears and Huldr love as core.
It will hold for you where any other wand would fail. Wield it with care, and cast with might.

I bring you The Dragon's Gift, the potion Fafnir gave you, his son, so that you can take your rightful place as his heir.
I bring you the gratitude of a Vala, for granting her daughter such happiness and joy, and for providing me with such an opportunity for theatrics.”

As she spoke, she removed the cloth, and handed him a huge hammer, at least two feet long, but lighter than he would have expected from the massive angular head, and his Sorcerer's sight could see it shine with magic.
The head was covered in some kind of harness, and it looked like it would sit on his belt. Disa took it, and attached the hammer to his hip.
The wand was about twelve inches long, bone white and with an intricate pattern carved into it, filled with runes that glowed blue as he took it.
It felt very good indeed.
There was an arm holster to it, but before he could reach for it, the wand grew to a staff, and the carvings appeared to move around over it. He shrunk it again, and Jorunn strapped the holster on to his right arm, and the wand called Fang settled comfortably.

He took the phial of toxic green potion. He eyed it suspiciously, but put it away, for now.

Harry let the mist fall and Sigyn dispelled the barge, both smiling.

“What would you have done if I hadn't had a poetry attack just then?” He asked.

“I would just have given you the stuff, I guess.” the Vala said with a shrug. “This was much more fun, not to mention a hell of a lot more suitable. You're like straight out of our legends, you know.”

“I try”, he answered dryly.

“Hmm. I didn't really expect that answer.”

“Legendary folks tend to win. I intend to.”

“Very good, very good indeed. What brought the poetry on?”

“That would have been me,” Stina said. “I call this shape Elaine Pritchard, to be Caradoc Pritchards daughter.”

This forced Harry to recount the adventures of Caradoc Pritchard to the merriment of the ladies. He also got to tell them the story of Elaine as he knew it, bringing brief tears to their eyes. He conjured some chairs in front of the cottage, and they sat down, still dressed in their medieval garbs.

“You actually managed to become your own guardian?” Disa asked incredulously.

“It wasn't even hard, when I had the goblins on my side. Crafty little buggers, they are.”

“Master, that's just outrageous. So now you have three identities to keep track of.” Jorunn said thoughtfully. “Have you thought of how to use them?

“Not really, no. I think I will use my Puny Harry face in public and in school, Caradoc when necessary, and when I don't need to pretend, I'll be myself, the Harald. I have this feeling that this might be a good idea, but I still haven't figured out why.”

“You know, you could always ask someone who's job it is to find such answers. Like a Vala,” Sigyn said with a smile.

“There are other questions that are weighing on my mind about now. This potion, for instance. How much time will it take to run it's course?”

“Fafnir said that it would paralyse you for a few hours, while it works on your body. Jormungandr is supposed to deal with the rest. Do you know what he meant by that?”

“Yes, I do. I have Jormungandr in my head, guarding my thoughts. I need to keep my secrets, and my Occlumency stinks. Excuse me a moment, I think I need to have a word with him.”

~Jormungandr, while the potion is working, will I have access to the bonds?

~Yes, you will.

~I was planning on seeing my memorial service through Gabrielle's eyes. I can do that while the potion's working?

~Yes, it sounds like a good idea, since you won't be able to move. Let your women care for you and take the potion now. It is my advice.

~Thank you.

He looked up at the staring girls.

“Jormungandr advises me to take the potion now, and spend my time being cared for by you three, and spying through Gabrielle's eyes.”

“Sounds like a plan. You won't get much safer than here on this little island. I am all around it, and I may not have gotten a funky animal shape, but I'm much more powerful now.”Stina pointed out. She nodded at Jorunn and Disa and continued, ”If you two stay here with him, I'll handle tacticals, we can all three get to know each other while we care for our beloved Master.”

Harry nodded his approval.

“Maybe Dobby can come by with some plans of the castle, and maybe pictures of the Loch.”

“Harry Potter Sir called?”

“Not really, but welcome. I guess you should all get to know each other. Dobby, I will be out of it for a while. Can you show the ladies some of the castle, maybe floorplans and such? They are my family, and we will all live there. Take care of that for me?”

“Dobby can handle anything, Master Harry Potter Sir.” The elf popped out, looking fiercely proud. Harry grabbed the phial and went inside the cottage.

“Anything else, before I drink some poison that will turn me into a dragon? Disa, you fed and all?”

“Master, I'm getting spoiled. I'll last a month before I need more. I'll want more in about ten minutes, but I'll make do.”

“Jorunn, anything?”

“Just love me. That's enough.”

“I do love you. All three of you, and you too, Sigyn. Just not in the same way. Stina?”

“Tell Gabi we said hi. I can't wait to meet her.”

“I will. Chin-chin.” He raised the phial and swallowed the potion in one go, before hastily laying down amongst the furs.
The potion scorched it's way down his throat, and he thought that this might have been a bad idea. He couldn't move a muscle, and his head was swimming with visions. He flew, he fought and he was this huge beast with black, leathery wings. As abruptly as the visions had come, they sank away.

~You do not need those pictures, he heard Jormungandr say. I will care for you. I will take the pain and the images and put them where they belong. Visit your mate, Master.

So he did. He felt sharper and faster as he sought out Gabrielle's mind, and as he looked through her eyes, he saw three naked girls in bed, apparently just having had some pretty wild times, if the testimony of the beddings sorry state was to be believed. Damn, they were hot.

“Do you think Harry saw us?” He heard Ginny say.

“There's just no way to tell,”Hermione answered. “I don't really care, honestly. That thing you do with your tongue, Luna, is just incredible.”

“Thank you, Hermione. I was very surprised when you stuck your finger in my ass, but now I can't wait for Harry to put his member there. It was an intensive orgasm.”

“And both of you can suck my nipples like that anytime. Now, how do I get Harry to do that?”

“Just show them to him, dear. Who can resist nipples like that?” Hermione laughed and proved her point by taking one in her mouth as Luna claimed the other, and as soon as Luna's finger pressed against Ginny's ass, the petite redhead came like a freight train.

~They have been at it for hours, master. They were much more vigorous before.

~Did you do something?

~I may have told them that you sometimes watches through my eyes, and that you might need something to lure you back to Britain.

~That was fun all right, but I have four bonded beauties to keep me sated right now. My defender told me you met them?

~I did. They're great. Thank you so much for Bonding them. The Lake Warden was a bit of a surprise, though. Have you really gotten yourself a castle?

~Dobby got it for me, and the Goblins helped him. They have named me Heir of Sorcery, or something like that. Apparently, I'm fairly loaded. Have I missed my memorial?

~Actually, the girls are running late. They should have started getting ready now. Did you enjoy the bondings? The girls did, that I've been told. Jorunn seems to have a slight Bondage fetish, doesn't she? Disa seems to like it rough, and Stina just got all dreamy when I asked her. Was she a virgin?

~Yes, and you were right about them all. I held Jorunn frozen in the air, and when I released her, she almost raped me. Disa loves to be pounded out of bed. I managed to bond Stina vaginally. You know she can change shape, right? She could have morphed her hymen away, but I think she wanted me to have it.

~I should have known better than to ask. I'm so horny right now I can barely see straight. Can I fly to you now?

~It's not much use, since I'm paralysed for a couple of hours. Once the memorial is out of the way, you really could come north. Right now, though, you're needed in England. I need three new medallions, for instance, and Dobby might have use for your signature to use my funds freely, with a couple of exceptions, of course. Hey, Dobby is supposed to take us to look at the castle soon. We could maybe meet there. You could perhaps come back with us. If you want to leave the girls some kins of message saying that I've decided to come back for the promise of those three nice pieces of tail on the bed there, you may. I prefer yours, though.

~Beloved, may I ask for something?

~Always and anything, my Consort.

~Could you perhaps make some kind of ceremony, making me, or us, your Consorts sort of officially? My mother would appreciate it, and my father would like to see first hand that you really are a Sorcerer.

~Of course. I should have thought of that myself. I'll talk to Sigyn. After all, I'm taking her daughter, too.

~Didn't you fuck her too?

~Yes, I did. Only once, though, so it barely counts. She got hurt by it, and now, she's made me this potion that's messing with my body and mind somehow.

~What is it supposed to do?

~It's supposed to make me an Animagus and a Serpent Master. My mental guardian is dealing with it, so I can talk to you while it's working. Hey, they're stirring.

They kept chatting lightly as the three girls on the bed started moving again and began to get ready in a furious pace. That is, Hermione was furious, Ginny got ready in the fast paced routine of someone used to oversleeping, and Luna was Luna, just a bit quicker than usual. It was god to see the little touches and caresses they gave each other as they passed, and Luna especially was taken by that. None of the girls looked Guinevere in the eyes.

~Gabi, did Stina tell you about her shape?

~No, why?

~She has modelled a shape after Caradoc, and is calling it Elaine Pritchard, Caradocs daughter and Harry's girlfriend. Just to mess things up.

~That's brilliant. And she will wear a medallion as well. A perfect public face. Will you make a Coat of Arms for Caradoc too?

~I don't know how to do that. How do you get a dragon, a lynx, a fox, a falcon and something for a Lake Warden in on the same shield?

~I'll think about it, but it may take me a while.

~You do that. I think I shall try to find the other girls now. Let's see what's happening to my body.

He let Gabrielle's consciousness slip away, and began searching for the others. He found Stina, and approached.

~Hello Stina. How are things?

~Master? This will be incredible, once you're done. You have transformed three times now, and the cottage is a wreck. You managed to keep the roof of you with some kind of shield, so Jorunn and Disa could easily clear the pieces away. Damn, those girls are strong.

~I didn't ask you much about the bonding, did I? What happened to you, then?

~I got a lot stronger. I can take bigger forms and maintain them away from the water. I needed to be near water before, but now I can walk like a human for days, it feels like. I can also “feel” more waters. I'm not sure what that means yet. You then, Master? We got these wonderful gifts through the bonding. What did you get?

~I got you. What more could I possibly ask for? I know that the bond enhances my feelings, but I love you. I can see myself, on an early morning by the Loch, standing behind you and brushing out your hair. That is an image to die for.

He didn't get a response from her, just something he only could call static. He moved closer and found himself awash with happiness. He had no idea that this little four hundred year old girl had been so lonely, and what a shock it had been for her to suddenly feel loved. She had gone into this bond, expecting to become a mistress to a caring man. Instead, she found herself being a lover to a loving man, and it almost overwhelmed her to understand that.

~Stina, didn't you know how lovely you are?

~Master, when I see me through your eyes, I don't recognise myself. I love you, and I would love to sit on the jetty, while you brush my hair. Hopelessly devoted, Master. I'm hopelessly devoted to you. Now, since you're so far inside me anyway, do you want to see yourself? You're transformed now.

Harry found the way to see through Stina's eyes. She was very different than Gabrielle, and her eyesight was not as great as the falcon's, but it was certainly good enough to see the huge form in front of her. It looked like one of those dinosaurs that Dudley had had models of in his room, until he threw them out the window and then threw a tantrum after them because they didn't fly. Pterodactyl, he recalled. This one was bulkier, though, and he could see that the wings were larger, and the skin of this thing was definitely armoured.
This was a good thing, he assumed, since there was still some debris from the shattered cottage on his back. Apparently, he had grown right out of the building.
The wings had tiny overlapping scales, all brilliant black, with silver edges. The body had larger scales, like the palm of his hand, all sharp little angles, making it shimmer and glow, and the silver edges seemed illuminated.
The head was long and oddly graceful. The snout looked more like a dragon than the dinosaur, and since the mouth was half open he could see the triple rows of teeth.
The tongue was fleshy, and it had two openings on the upper side. On the opposite end was a long tail, ending in a diamond shape, and under the whole thing was two sturdy legs with clawed, five-toed feet. He estimated it to maybe twenty feet long, including the tail. This would be fun.

~Impressive, aren't you? Those holes on the tongue are the spray conduits. You're big enough to carry us all. I remember when I was a minnow, and these things flew overhead at nights, how they roared as they hunted. It still sends chills down my spine. Hey, aren't you supposed to be watching your own funeral about now?

~I am, but the girls aren't there yet. I wonder if they'll admit Caradoc Pritchard's bird. The place they're going to is very secret. The girls decided to explore each other yesterday, from the signs, so they had a bit of a slow start today. They seem hell bent on getting a piece of me.

~Will you bond them too, then?

~I don't think so. Firstly, I'm too big for a human female and secondly, I'm quite happy with four gorgeous ladies in my heart. I wouldn't want to seem greedy now, would I?

~Heaven forbid. I'm sorry, Master, but this mental thing is very new to me, and it's a bit tiring. Could you visit someone else for a while? Please don't take offence. I do want you as close as possible. You haven't fucked my arse yet, and I really want you to, it's just that I'm getting a headache.

~Don't worry so much, love. I'll check out the Brits now. See you when I wake up, if that makes sense.

He backed out. He touched Jorunn briefly, without announcing his presence. Again he was as shocked as Stina had been when he realised that this girl loved him.
Fiercely. She would stop at nothing to make him happy.
He moved on to Disa, and discovered the same thing.
He finally understood that these girls would love anything he did to them. They were Huldr. They were not human. They would actually love it if they woke up by him ramming his cock in their asses. Disa had even checked out the cock on his animagus form, and had almost passed out when she realised that it was almost as thick as her thigh. He had gotten himself a couple of naughty girls. Thinking about how good life could be, he returned to the welcoming feeling of Gabrielle.

He had apparently been browsing his girls for longer than he thought, because the other girls and Guinevere had reached Grimmauld place.

“....and we got there as fast as we could, but it was just a fraction of a second too late.”

“Nymph.... Tonks, do you have any idea how he lasted that long? That shield must have been something to see.”

“I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I heard that it was blue, but that's all. It didn't really tell us anything.”

~Gabi, why can't I see?

~I don't know, Beloved. It got dark the second we arrived.

~Probably the Fidelius. Do you know who's here?

~So far, the only ones I've been able to identify are Tonks, McGonagall, Dumbledore and the girls. Hedwig is riding on Hermione's shoulder and I am on Luna's. Ginny mentioned that her family was here, but she didn't mention any names.

~Wait a second. If I push forward a little, I should be able to see, I think. There. Can you see now?

~Yes, Master. Thank you.

They looked out over the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Closest was Tonks, talking to McGonagall. There were some he barely recognised, other than as Order members. Podmore and Fletcher was there, as well as Emmeline Vance and Hestia Jones. He saw the twins at the other end of the room, deep in conversation with Remus Lupin and Professor Dumbledore. Again, he felt the stab of grief for Sirius, and he hoped that this was some sort of combined memorial. He noticed that Fawkes was at Dumbledore's shoulder, and that the Phoenix was watching the Peregrine with interest. Suddenly, Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the people sat down by the table. Gabrielle/Guinevere/Harry hopped from Luna's shoulder to the back of her chair. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

”Friends, we are here today to commemorate not just one, but two fallen comrades. Before we share our memories, I would like to bring some points of order to the table. I believe it was best done before, since I doubt we will be in the right mindset after. Apparently the house is still safe for us. I have spent quite some time ascertaining that. I find it hard to understand that Narcissa or Bellatrix would be sympathetic...”

Harry couldn't hear more of what the Headmaster said, since Gabrielle's mind had gone into overdrive. After a few seconds, she was back to normal, and he could hear Dumbledore again.

“..but the Fidelius charm seems to be intact.”

Gabrielle spread her wings and gave a shrill cry. Dumbledore looked at her with interest.

“I believe this beautiful bird has something to say, Miss Lovegood. Can you please translate for us?

“I don't speak bird yet, Professor, but Guinevere here belongs to Caradoc Pritchard, and has been a great comfort for us and for Hedwig I the past few days. If Harry inherited this house from Sirius, and Mr. Pritchard inherited it from Harry, isn't it at least possible that we are using this building with Mr. Pritchard's blessing?”

“That would indeed be the most logical conclusion. Thank you, miss Lovegood. May I ask where...”

~Jormungandr! Can you protect the minds of others? Part of my secrets is in jeopardy.”

~I can, passive blocking at least, but not while protecting you from the metamorphosis.

~Sod that. Dumbledore is about to leaf through Luna's, Ginny's and Hermione's minds. If you can, protect them.

The pain hit him like a bludger. His joints were forced apart, his skin was on fire and his head was filled with visions of hunting. Deer, wolves and humans alike were hunted in his mind. He felt through the pain, the exhilaration of the steep turn, of the wind over his wings as he took hight and the sheer pleasure of the dive. It still hurt, but the feeling of true flight overrode it. He could also feel Jormungandr move in his mind, and after an age-long minute, he heard the rumbling voice.

~Master, I have placed a bit of myself in the females you indicated. They are safe, and you may return to the bird's eyes.

~Thank you. We will need to speak more of this later.

Harry returned to the falcon at Grimmauld place. Dumbledore was looking quite disgruntled, and it amused harry no end. Dumbledore continued.

“If any one makes contact with Mr. Pritchard, please tell him that I would very much like to speak with him at his convenience. Very little is known about him, but he is believed to be a Sorcerer. He has recently acquired the use of Kilchurn Castle, and that was entailed for sorcerer's, I believe. The Goblins seem to trust him, and it is likely that he was the last man to speak to Harry before...” The old man's voice caught, and if it wasn't real, Harry assumed that the headmaster was one hell of an actor. As he looked around, he saw everybody's faces closing up.

“This is not a funeral, my friends. This is a time for remembrance. The first time I saw Harry, it was in the company of Sirius. Actually, he was sleeping in Sirius' arms, and a prouder godfather has never been seen. Some time later, I helped place him with his relatives, away from the trappings of the magical world, and I had the opportunity to see him grow up to the brave young man, who struck such a decisive blow to the dark, and paid for it with his life. My memories of him could easily fill a week, but I yield the floor. Miss Lovegood?”

“Harry wanted to help me find my stolen things. No one had ever done that before. He came from a home where he was battered and abused, and he still wanted to help more than anything.”

There were muted outcries at Luna's testimony. Many of the people present obviously didn't know anything about him and his life. The twins followed.

“I remember his second year, “

“The smile on his face when we..”

“yanked the bars from his windows with..”

“Dad's flying Ford Anglia.”

“I remember,” Ginny continued, “later that year, when he risked his life for an annoying little girl he barely knew, and actually would have died if it hadn't been for Fawkes.”

“He fought a mountain troll for me. He and Ron saved my life.

The testimonies went on and on. People he didn't know told stories about him, and the things he had done, like they were heroic. After a while, he began to realise that they might actually be that, and that maybe not anyone would have done those things. An hour passed, before the group broke up for a break. The girls managed to bring Tonks with them to a room of their own.

“So, girls. Brave faces and all aside, how'r'ye holding up?”

“Not bad,” Ginny said.

“Could be worse,” Hermione agreed.

“All things considered, it's pretty good. He will thank you for covering for him.” Luna stated, completely serious.

“What? Oh yes, the bird. How is he?”

“We don't know that much, but pretty good. He doesn't write any letters himself. He has a Consort doing that for him. She has said that his gratitude is great, and can leave a girl tingling for days.
It sounds fun to me, but we were specifically asked to give you a preliminary 'thank you' notice. He will be back in time for school.”

“And I will be in trouble for the hoax. Never mind. I knew about that when I did it. I just hope he had a god time, and it sounds like he did. Do you really think he meant the kind of 'thank you' it sounds like?”

Her hopeful voice made Harry smile. He had an idea at that point, and decided to act on it right away.

~Gabi, can you move to Tonks' shoulder? I want to try something.

The falcon lighted and moved over, to the startled looks of the girls present. “Guinevere” pressed her head to the side of Tonks', and a small spark of blue lightning crossed between them. Tonks fell to her knees, and her hair changed to a vibrant red as a small, but most unexpected orgasm ripped through her body. She turned to look at the falcon, and looked straight into a pair of startling green eyes. They returned to their normal grey as she watched. Tonks was stunned for many reasons.

“Is that..?”

“Harry? No, at least we don't think so. The bird is too large to be a male. Peregrine females are larger, and this bird is sort of female-feeling, but he can see through her eyes at times, and apparently use his magic through her, too. That looked like fun.” Luna explained with a smile.

“Damn, that was intense. If he can do that by proxy, what can he do one on one, I wonder.”

“I don't know, but I'm willing to find out.”

“Me too”, Hermione and Ginny added in chorus.

“Am I interrupting something?” Remus said, poking his head through the door.

“Not really,” Tonks answered. “How are you doing?”

“Much better, thank you. Girls, you missed a fairly important little detail. You're not grieving.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Ginny asked with quivering voice.

“I mean, you show some signs, but you don't smell distressed. Well, Tonks has been under some stress in the last few minutes, but I don't think she minds. I am, after all, a werewolf. No matter what shape I'm in, I have a pretty keen nose. Do you know what I think that means?”

“Please tell.” Hermione asked flatly.

“I think one of the most watched people in the wizarding world has pulled off a major prank. He would have needed accomplices, one of which is in this very room. I have seen the remains, Tonks. They may scan as someone we know, but they smell cow. I don't really need to know more than that, especially with your faces proving my point. It's one hell of a prank. I'm proud of him, and I know Sirius is laughing himself sick, wherever he is.” With that, the greying werewolf bowed, smiled and left.

“A prank, he said. I hadn't thought of it like that.” Ginny pondered.

“Bloody good one, eh?” Tonks grinned.

“Brilliant.” Hermione agreed.

“Somewhat cruel, though,” Luna objected. “Why haven't anyone mentioned Ronald?”

“Mum told me he's in isolation at St. Mungo's. He got violent against the other patients who couldn't see his non-existent Patronus. Why?”

“Lots of people are hurting, and have been hurt because of this prank. If he had thought of that, I don't think he would have gone.” Luna stated with her usual dreamy voice.

“You're right of course, but I don't think he would ever have thought of it. Would Harry understand that people would miss him? His sense of self-worth isn't that good.” Ginny agreed.

“We got the first letter fairly soon, though, and the rights to tell whomever we see fit to know. Which includes Neville. Damn, I haven't thought of that.” Hermione smacked herself on the forehead. “We need to get some kind of message to him, too. The Department of Mysteries Assault Team should really stick together.”

“The DoM Raiders,” Luna smiled. “Without Ronald, at least until he gets better.”

“I guess I should feel sorry for him, or turn the libraries of the known world upside down trying to find a cure, but I just don't want to. I have better things to do.”

“Like Harry?” Tonks asked with an impish smile, but got rather shocked as the prim and proper Miss Granger looked her squarely in the eye and answered.

“I'd love to, but I have to know where he is before I can seduce him, don't I?”

“You would never do that” Luna stated blandly.

“Seduce Harry? I would surely try.”

“No, turn a library upside down. That would ruin the Dewey decimal system, and you would never find the right books.”

“Well, I guess you're right.”

After that repartee, they were called back to the kitchen, and the strange memorial meeting went on.


Several hours later, the girls, Hedwig and Guinevere found themselves back in Basingstoke, feeling upset in at least three ways. Firstly, they felt that they had betrayed Harry, giving out hints left and right.
“Harry is a legendary kind of hero, and they tend to rise again in the hour of need, don't they?”

They felt oddly confused by the headmaster, who had kept talking about a boy called Harry, but who was nothing like the Harry they knew. Some of the stories that Dumbledore had told, simply never happened. More than once, the headmaster talked about Voldemort's defeat, as if it had already happened, and that it had happened at the cost of Harry's life. Everybody, even Molly, had picked up on it, and the atmosphere had felt very strange.

Finally, all the attention had been on the Boy-Who-Still-Lived, and no attention, except for Dumbledore's opening words, had been paid to Sirius. Sirius was actually dead, and heroically so. Every time they had tried to bring him up, someone, usually the headmaster, would cut them off with yet another Harry-story. Something was very wrong here. To top it all off, Guinevere was getting impatient. She was looking out the window and flexing her wings. The girls decided to write Harry a short note and let her go.




Dearest Harry.

As you have seen, we are eagerly awaiting your return. If your consort doesn't mind, we would gladly demonstrate what we've learned over the summer, and we hope you would return the favour. Your little demonstration with Tonks was inspiring, and we all hope to deserve the same treatment at some point.
Take care of yourself, and we'll see you on the train

Hermione
Ginny
Luna

ps/ I promise to swallow. H /

With the note securely attached, Gabrielle took wing, heading north. As soon as she was out of populated areas, she let her fire flow over her wings, and she sped up dramatically. It wouldn't be long before she would be at the castle, where Dobby at least would meet her. Shortly after the Tonks interlude, Harry had gone unresponsive, and as the meeting drew to a close, he had disappeared from the Bond. She couldn't even sense his presence. For obvious reasons, that tore her up badly. She couldn't help her Master. She was a Bad Pet.

Harry was hurting. He had understood what the others refused to see, and he had drawn back to his battered body, experiencing the transformation fully. It had hurt, but not as much as his new understanding of Dumbledore. When the potion had run it's course, he was in human shape, and he sat up, inspecting his body for new changes.
Not that it did much good any more. He changed so fast now, that he barely recognised himself from one day to the next.
There were some odd ridges under the skin on his arms, but that was it.

He rose, and felt for the girls. Gabrielle's distress came through like a needle. As he tried to send her some reassurance, he couldn't get through, though. The Huldr and Stina were in the lake, so he got down there, rounding piles of wrecked cottage.
As an afterthought, he pulled up his magic again, piecing together the cottage as well as it could be done, and conjuring new pieces where it was needed.
When it at least looked like a cottage again, he joined the girls. Sigyn was still with them, and the sight of three gorgeous girls and one drop-dead gorgeous woman would of course have sent him into rapture under normal conditions, but right now he just noticed them.

“Hi there, Master. We lost you for a while. Did my little trick help you?” Stina said with a hesitant smile.

“What trick was that, love?”

“We all got in the water, and I used my new power to sort of link our minds to yours, making you smarter and more observant. Did I do wrong?”

Harry looked down into the ground, and he didn't say anything for three whole minutes. When he looked up, his eyes were ablaze, and he caught her, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“Yes. You did wrong. It was a good idea, and it worked. It worked very well, and I did learn things I needed to know. The wrong thing you did, however, has me shocked and hurt. I am blocking the bond right now, because I wouldn't inflict this pain on anybody, least of all you girls, who I happen to love. Tell me, Stina, what did you do wrong?”

His voice was very low, and the Huldr, being too far away, had to resort to their bond with Stina to hear him.

Stina looked ready to cry. She looked younger and younger until he had a crying nine year old girl in front of him.

“I ... I didn't tell you before?”

“Almost. You didn't ask me before. If you get the idea to do something like this, you ask me. Not tell, ASK!” He roared the last word, and the Lake Warden fell to her knees, crying a literal river.

“Please, Master. I won't do it again. Don't push me away, let me stay with you, please.”

“I won't push you away. I love you, but I am very angry with you right now, and I will punish you. Damn it, Stina you're smarter than this. You mess with my mind and perceptions without asking, of bloody course I'll be angry. Sometimes I need to keep my wits about me, but the word 'My' is sort of the operative here. You put me in a very difficult position, with more powers of observation and intelligence than I'm used to. It was Hell!”

“I'm so very sorry, Master. How can I make it better? Anything, just tell me!”

“It might be a while before you share my bed. You will, however, help me reassure Gabrielle. She took a bad hit when I withdrew, but she acted out my wishes before giving in to the despair she's feeling now. We will find a way to go to the castle in Scotland, where you will do your utmost to satisfy her. If you do her really good, I might cum in your mouth, right after I fuck Gabrielle, but I'm not making any promises.”

“Thank you, Master. I won't disappoint you again.”
He grabbed her chin, and looked her deep in her eyes before he answered.

“No. You won't.”

He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hasse, relax. She did her best. She just didn't think of the consequences.”

“I know, Sigyn. That's why I'm hammering in that they should ask first. Besides, it might have the opposite effect. Did you know they like to be dominated? Disa is right on the verge of coming, and Jorunn isn't far behind. Stina hasn't orgasmed yet, because I'm not allowing her to.”

“Oh, I didn't realize. Is that because you're their master?”

“Partly, yes. They are all very powerful. It's not the submission that gets to them, I think, but the fact that I can force their submission if I choose to. I have this Alpha Male thing going here, and I'm beginning to enjoy that. Now, how do we get to Scotland in half an hour?”

“Master,” Stina said, still on her knees. “I think I have found a way. I believe I can take us there through the water. You can breathe under water, and both Disa and Jorunn can hold their breaths for fifteen minutes. It shouldn't be nearly that long, though. Please, let me help?”

“You're sure?”

“Not absolutely, but if I go there myself, you can see through my eyes if it's the right spot, can't you?”

“It's actually a good idea. Go and see.”

Stina nodded, and melted into the lake.

Harry found himself immersed in soft female flesh, as both the Huldr girls threw themselves at him, embracing him tightly. He held on to his macho for three whole seconds before he broke down and cried. What he had seen at Grimmauld Place was a demented old man, sticking to a plan he had made long ago, with a certain Harry Potter as the principal tool. The plan had failed, involving as it did an idealized boy, not a real one, but the advancing dementia had made the headmaster unable to adapt, so Harry had been thrown into one pre-planned scenario after another, and had performed to satisfaction like a trained monkey every time. Now, the plan was broken, and Dumbledore had unknowingly revealed to him that he was supposed to die in the final confrontation.

He had rebelled against the headmaster, but it had been the rebellion against a parental figure. He would never had dreamed that the headmaster had seen him as an item, a tool to be thrown away, and it hurt. He had needed to know it, but to have it bashed into his brain like this hurt too much. He would never have figured it out on his own. He would perhaps have seen some clues to investigate, and reached the same conclusion over some time, but it hurt. One good thing about his lingering mental boost, was that he had worked through the pain in just a few minutes. He sent a couple of grateful sparks into the girls, and enjoyed hearing them gasp. He squeezed them briefly and let go.

“We're always here, Master,” Was all that Jorunn said about it.

Sigyn kissed his cheek, before leaving the island. Harry kept a mental ear on Stina as he busied himself, inspecting his new toys again.
He learned to control Fang's size, and he tried the staff out a few times, and he felt he needed less mental focus with the staff as a magical conduit.
As he went over the cottage again, fixing things, he learnt that the staff could hold spell effects for a while, saving him the trouble of continuous casting.
It was fun.
Careful inspection of the Stormbreaker revealed a permanent blasting curse built into one end, and a cutting curse on the other. The flats held healing and repairing charms.
Before he could get any more detail, he received an image through the bond. It was Kilchurn Castle all right, but it was sort of distorted, and he realised it was because Stina was affected by the repelling charms.
He could also feel Gabrielle nearby. The image turned green, and seconds later, Stina rose from the surface of the lake. She looked at him, and he nodded.
This simple little acknowledgement left the the girl blushing in happiness, and Harry realised that he may have been a bit rough on her. He would have to make it up to her.

He made no outward signs of his guffaw, when he remembered his unique situation. These girls, these beings were so much simpler to deal with than humans. Stina was hurt and very insecure right now, and he knew that the only thing he would have to do to her in order to fix it was a right good fucking.

“Lead the way” he said, and walked into the water, merging with it as much as he could, as he felt the familiar current that was his bonded Mate grab him, Jorunn and Disa and pulled them under.

They went down much further that the shallow lake allowed, and Harry realised that somehow, they weren't in the physical world any more.
After about a minute, he surfaced, and saw the stars for the first time in a while. As he breathed in, he could smell heather blossoms and peat bogs.
Scotland.
He looked around, and saw a long Loch, but right in front of him was a massive structure, much larger than he remembered, but it was unmistakably Kilchurn Castle.
He sensed around, and realised that Jorunn and Disa were stuck at the bottom.
He reached for them and lifted them to the surface on his magic, and then pulled them all to the shore.
Gabrielle was there, and she was so distressed that she wasn't even aware of them.
He looked a bit closer, and found her on the parapet of the highest tower. He didn't think, he just pulled them all ashore and changed.
With a few movements by his powerful wings, he lifted, and he caught some speed, circling for height until he could land on top of the tower.
He changed back before he had touched down, and found himself hit by a silver-haired missile. Acting completely on instinct, she claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.
Now he felt her again, actively seeking him, and almost trying to melt into his body and mind.
He caught her clothes with his morphing touch, allowing them to pool at his feet, followed closely by his own. Still united by lips and tongues, he turned her around, and put his cock between her buttocks.
Remembering thousands of wand-polishing jokes, he performed the Back-Door-Fun-Charm through his cock, and lifted her slightly. His magic and her Veela power cooperated nicely, and he found himself pressed against her tight little arse.
It opened to his gentle pressure, and he slid home in her tightest entrance. She was suspended in mid-air, pinned on his cock like a butterfly on a needle, but a very happy butterfly indeed. She writhed and moaned into his mouth as he began releasing small sparks straight into her arse, aimed for her G-spot.
After a few minutes, he could sense the other girls, escorted by Dobby, exiting the stairs and joining them. Stina touched the Huldr's clothes and three naked beauties involved themselves.

Gabrielle was in Veela heaven. Her Master was fucking her ass slowly, but with care and great attention to detail. A very pretty brunette was kneeling in front of her, licking her clit and associated areas with an insanely long tongue. Two other gorgeous girls were busying themselves with her breasts and she quickly lost count on her orgasms. The girl between her legs put her finger inside Gabrielle's pussy, and suddenly she felt gloriously filled. As she looked down, she could see the girl's finger looking exactly like their Master's cock, just a tad smaller. The extra pressure by this double penetration was driving her and her Master nuts. She considered sliding off and take him in her mouth to the finish, but she sensed that he had a plan, so she just enjoyed her final orgasms.

Stina was fulfilling her allotted punishment, only to find that it was actually a reward. Gabrielle was beautiful, and she tasted delicious. The sight of her master's cock thrusting into the tight little hole would have made her cum, but the Master wouldn't let her. As she morphed her hand, and began fucking Gabrielle's little pussy, she sensed the Master drawing close, and she hoped that he had forgiven her enough already.

Harry had gone as close as he could, and pulled out of Gabrielle's tight little arse. He lifted her gently to the side, sending another lightning bolt into her lovely body, and grabbed Stina's head in both hands.
Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his engorged member into her mouth. It met no resistance as he began fucking her throat, and it wasn't long before he came.
She had to pull free, as rope after rope of thick semen filled her throat and mouth.
Semen covered her face, and she had swallowed another mouthful before her Master was done. As he finally allowed her to cum, she did.
She sat kneeling on the stone floor, her face covered by her master's semen, and had one hell of an orgasm.
On the floor was also a writhing pile of female limbs, as Gabrielle had decided to return the favours with great vehemence.
His Sorcerer's Sight caught something interesting. Gabrielle was emitting the Veela Allure with a vengeance, ad the Huldr couldn't block it, but responded with the Huldr Pull, which the Veela couldn't repel.
They were feedback-looping themselves into an absolute frenzy, and he found it prudent to imbue Gabrielle with a continuous healing spell.
Veela were a bit fragile, after all, and the Huldr were strong.
Smiling, he sent a little thought to Disa, reminding her what Stina had on her face, and stood back as the golden-haired girl pounced, and began licking the Lake Warden's face.

Stina was pushed on her back, as Disa licked her face clean and then Gabrielle joined in, returning the favour by driving Stina insane with her tongue.
Jorunn was crawling towards her Master on all fours, craning her neck to take his cock in her mouth.
He sat down on a bench, instantly warming it with a flash, and watched the three girls on the floor working each other to a frenzy. Jorunn was sucking his cock with great delight and he was soon rock hard again.
He sensed that Stina was still a bit shaken by his reaction, so he decided to do something about that.

He quietly sent the instruction to the other girls, and Stina found herself lifted off the floor by the powerful Huldr, as the petite little Veela still busied herself between her legs.

She could feel a finger pressed against her arse, and suddenly it felt slightly slick, and the pleasure that shot through her almost made her cum. She didn't even notice she was being carried towards her Master and lowered.
It was first when she felt his cock pressing against her magically prepared arse she realised what was going on. As she felt herself stretch around him, she went into a continuous orgasm.
With the rough tongues of the Huldr lapping at her nipples, and the skilled little fingers of a Veela working her pussy, there was just no way for her to retain her sanity.
She jumped from peak to peak as her Master thrust his length into her, and she morphed her insides to take more of him inside.
Finally, she felt him tense up and shoot off inside her. The warm feeling brought another peak, that was blown all out of proportion when he discharged his magic into her, too.

Her Master had wanted her. Her Master had forgiven her, and she snuggled close to him, still shivering. She felt his huge member slide out ,and his semen ooze slowly out of her, and someone was licking it up. She was in her Master's arms, she had his semen in her arse and one of her sisters was cleaning up her nether parts with her tongue, and all was right with the world.

Harry was sitting on a stone bench, on top of the highest tower of an ancient castle, a castle he felt very at home in, and that he somehow knew, like he had lived there for years. He sat there, stark naked, with his equally naked girls falling asleep around him. Dobby appeared silently beside him.

“Hello, Dobby. Can you take them to bed without waking them?”

The little elf nodded, and levitated the girls away. Harry rose, and let his clothes slither on to him again. He followed the elf down the stairs. It was time to get to know his home.



Author's notes: Another one down. The animagus process has been written in many good and even more bad ways, so I opted for the simple process; by remote. I know many of you had had great hopes for a touching funeral, but my story needed this failed half-assed kind of thing. It will be clear. The water transport was inspired by Camelot 3000, a brilliant comic. Elaine and all. As for the odd behaviour of the human girls, perhaps the presence of a bonded Veela, who really wants her Master to fuck them, could have had an impact. Hermione's post-scriptum will come back to bite her in the pink bits. To a question, Stina is a Sjörå, basically a lakebased Huldr. I could have called the Huldr Wood Wardens instead, I just didn't want to. Since many of you will see strange symbols instead of the Scandinavian letters, I chose to consistently translate Stina's species. Now, there's a kind of wedding coming up. Harry needs to invite people. The girl's are out, but someone should be there. Review, and give me your thoughts. Please rate the story, too. It's kind of depressing to have to reduce the filter in order to find my own story. Next chapter coming soon. I'm as curious about that as you might be.
Vanir.