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"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.


As Gabrielle woke up, she felt great and didn't know why. Her stomach hurt, her ass hurt and her breathing was laboured. Still,she felt great. Someone was caressing her with a wet sponge, and she felt someone sit down on the bed in front of her face. This someone bent down, and bit her ear.

“Welcome back, Love,” Her husband said. “Next time you try to fuck yourself to death, please tell me first, so I can make sure you survive.”
She smiled as the memories resurfaced. She was his. He had taken her completely. She had...she had almost died from pure horniness. Her husband shouldn't be pleased with that. He really should punish her. Sometimes he was much too nice to her.

She opened her eyes, and made a start as she saw two of her in the room. One was cleaning her breasts gently and softly, and the other was braiding Jorunn's hair. That one was so horny she could barely stand. All the present people was naked, including her husband, who was sitting right beside her head.

“Gabrielle? Are you with us?”

“Barely, my husband. I'm sorry about that, I just wanted it so much. Will you punish me?”

“Hmm. Perhaps I should order you to please Tonks over there. We owe her, remember?”

Gabrielle immediately began to move.

“Hold on there, Love. You have some recuperation to do ,and we have some plots to make here. You know the most of all of us about the Bonds, and you are probably the smartest, unless Stina puts her foot in the Loch. Do you remember Neville? You owe him, and I do too. If he hadn't taught Disa things about plants that she didn't know, you would have had to wait months before you would be able to stand my semen again.”

She paled. Yes, she owed Neville. Not a life-debt, but close. She needed to serve her master, and if he wanted to cum inside her, and she couldn't stand it, she would learn what Hell was about. The conflict would tear her apart. She adored the fact that her husband had said that he owed Neville for the same thing. It probably meant that he liked to cum in her body.

Gabrielle tried hard to stop that train of thought. Yes, she was submissive, and to let herself be taken like that had been great, but while it was who she was, it wasn't all she was. Trying to get her non-submissive braincells to line up and make a roll-call, she sat up and smiled. You couldn't go wrong with a Veela smile.

“Maybe we should ask Neville about it, then. From what I learned about him when we danced, he's a smart one.”

“Disa would like to have sex with him. Would the Bond allow it?”

“Master, I mean Husband, we have different Bonds. Today, I'm Bonded to you so hard, it's not even funny. We have a Sorcerer's Bond, a Veela Bond and something new that makes it hard to concentrate right now. I feel I should somehow grow a penis and fuck Tonks right now, just because the image flickered across your mind. I'm so submissive, I can barely breathe without an order. “Jorunn and Disa have the Sorcerer's Bond, which is a mental link, an emotional enhancer and a guarantee for their sustenance. Huldr can also be taken, like their mother's were, and you haven't done that. That would guarantee their fidelity and such, like my Bond does, but Huldr shouldn't love, and they do. Therefore I think they have been claimed in some other way as well.
“Stina have the Sorcerer's Bond, but I don't know enough of her life form at all. I'm completely faithful. I can't even think of any other man. The loophole is that you can order me to do it, but it will be an act. I won't be able to enjoy it at all. Women are different. They are not a threat to the Bond, and I'm sure I would love to put my tongue as far inside Tonks as it can go.”

Gabrielle smiled naughtily as the woman who was wearing her body squirmed, and Gabrielle could see the wetness running down her thighs.

“Gabi, that was mean.” Jorunn laughed. “You will have to make it up to her.”

“I intend to. As for Disa and Neville, I think that if she can actively consider it, she could do it. He won't be Bonded of course, but he would be honour-bound, and that's something I can barely understand. What would be the purpose of that, Disa?”

“The main idea is to tie him closer to our little family. Huldr can give gifts to the men they feed from, and I think that Neville would appreciate some of the plant-related things I can do for him. I think he would be an excellent guide into Wizarding society, if he gains some self-confidence. Teaching him to be a good lover should do that. Sometimes the simple things work.”

“I wouldn't mind learning some tricks myself,” Harry said. “I just have to touch you lovelies, and you fall to pieces. Without that insane magic I have, I don't think I'm very good.”

“Ehm, I have an idea about that,” Stina said hesitantly. “I just had a lot of people in the Loch, so I could get to their memories of the wedding. I messed up a bit, and I got a bit more memories than I thought I would. I have loads of wedding nights and similar situations swimming in the Loch right now. If I go down there for a few hours, I should be able to condense the memories to instructions on lovemaking, complete with movements.”

“Stina, my beloved intended and captivating mistress of delight, are you telling me you can make some kind of skill pill?”

She grinned impudently at her Master, before straightening her face, deadpanning.

“Yes. It's a seven-inch suppository.
“ Seriously, making a memory matrix isn't that hard. Making it stick is harder. If Disa and Neville could have sex in the water, I could probably use that to implant the memories in his head while he used them.
“ Master, I think Disa should go and get Lord Longbottom here. You hate to be manipulated, and once you'd realise what we're doing to your friend, you would definitely feel horrible.”

Harry could have smacked himself senseless. He hadn't even thought about it. These days of course, he was manipulated all the time, but it was by his girls and the purpose was always sex. Right now, for instance, he could sense Gabrielle working in the divided part of his mind, communicating with the others. He didn't pry, but he sensed it had something to do with Tonks.

As he watched, Jorunn was leaning back, rubbing her head against Tonks' stomach. He could see Jorunn's four nipples stiffen, and Tonks groaned. Opening his Sorcerer's eyes, he saw a reddish cloud engulfing the Auror, and he assumed that it was the Huldr version of the Allure.
He smiled as the Metamorphmagus lost control of her shape. She grew a spectacular set of boobs, then shrank down to a Naughty Schoolgirl kind of body, and she was altering her body so fast that she actually seemed to stumble on nothing as she fell right on the floor. She couldn't get up. Gabrielle got to her feet, and walked over to the terminally horny woman writhing on the floor.

“Nymphadora, we are very grateful to you. Thanks to your quick thinking, I can have Harry's cock inside me pretty much whenever I want.”

She had stressed the word 'inside', making the panting woman shiver. Jorunn had left her chair, and was pinning the Auror's hands to the floor, thereby keeping her from touching herself.”

“If it hadn't been for you, Nymphadora, Disa would never have gotten her lovely source of semen.”

The word 'semen' made for an interesting moaning.

“Jorunn wouldn't have her needed earthshaking orgasms. She would never wake up with a stiff cock in her ass. She sucks his cock in her sleep. Did you know that? She can swallow in her sleep, too. Doesn't that sound nice? Stina would still be a virgin like the rest of us, but for her it was even worse. She would never, ever have found a man who could match her if you hadn't been so quick. Now, Harry's enormous member is hers for the asking.”

The fragrant puddle of juice was clearly visible. Tonks was writhing and shaking, and Harry could see that she was assaulted by both kinds of Allure, but the slightly cold feeling he got from Gabrielle told him that she was keeping the Auror from orgasming.

“Now, Nymphadora, I'm sure Stina wouldn't mind sucking your nipples for a while. Disa is also great at teasing tits, as one can understand. By the way, Disa, Why don't you tell her how Harry is when he's annoyed?”

Gabrielle took the time that Disa was talking to have a mental conversation with Harry. As he agreed to her ideas with an amused smile, he sat back, enjoying the view thoroughly.

“Of course, Love. You see, Nymphadora, I had annoyed Harry a bit, and when I met him in a hall, he was feeling stressed. He grabbed me and pushed me into a corner. Then he removed my clothes and just pushed his great, powerful, glorious cock into my tight little pussy. He pounded me relentlessly, and must have given me ten orgasms, before he filled me with his cum. Then he left, and as his mighty cock had been all that kept me upright, I collapsed. I sat there for a long time, recuperating, and with his thick creamy cum leaking out of me. Wouldn't you have liked to have been there, just to lick his cum out of me?”

Tonks was lost. She had reverted to her “home form”, a Barbie doll with impossibly long legs and slim waist. Her boobs were large, and her face could only be called Elvish. She was sobbing, trying to rub her thighs together, anything to make herself cum.

“Now, Nymphadora, you can choose how we should thank you. I have tabs on Harry's finances, and I think he could part with a million galleons without a problem.
He can also give you half a million and a kiss. That's not a bad deal.
He could also put his penis inside an orifice of your choice and give you a hundred thousand.
Or you could skip the money and have him fuck you silly.
Of course, if you gave an oath to promote and protect our family and obey Harry in all ways, the rest of us would join in.”

She added the last part jokingly, without really thinking about how far she had driven the panting and moaning woman on the floor, so she was very shocked when the silvery light of her unspoken oath flew from Tonks to the others in the room. That wasn't really supposed to happen.

Now she had given an Oath, and no one knew the wording.

Harry then decided that enough was enough, and levitated Tonks and Jorunn onto the bed. As soon as the metamorphs hands came free, she pulled Jorunn down along her body, ending in a sixtynine.

As soon as the smiling Huldr put her tongue on the enlarged clitoris in front of her, she was rewarded by a piercing scream, and was sent through the air by the wildly bucking girl on the bed. Stina and Disa took the opportunity, and latched on to Tonks' tits, sucking and licking.
As Gabrielle knelt and took Harry in her mouth, Jorunn crawled back onto the bed and growled as she grabbed Tonks' waist and flipped her over, so Tonks was on top. Harry pulled free of Gabrielle, and moved in behind Tonks. The overexcited Auror froze, as Harry pressed his cock into her pussy, slowly, while Jorunn worked her clit.
Harry saw Jorunn's eyes widen, and understood that Tonks had pushed a finger into Jorunn's arse.

Gabrielle understood as well, and started to work Tonks' arse as well, making her squirm and cum again.
Jorunn got a face full of fluid, and Gabrielle worked a second finger into Tonks' widening little hole. Once she felt fairly relaxed, Gabrielle used the backdoor charm and motioned for Harry to switch.
As he got his first inch into Tonks, she started orgasming. Harry decided to help her along, and started to release small flashes of his blue power into the tight little arse as he gently fucked it.

Then he felt her morph.

She grew a bit shorter and curvier, and with a full head of frizzy brown hair. She rolled over and, wearing Hermione's face, urged him on, going faster and harder.
Hearing Hermione's voice begging him to fuck her arse to pieces made something in Harry's mind go out of control.
He didn't hold back, and Tonks actually glowed blue as he fucked and sparked her. He did make a mis-stroke, landing him deep down Jorunn's throat which gave Tonks time to change.
He pulled out of the Huldr's mouth, and shoved his cock deep into Parvati's chocolate-brown arse, and heard the Indian girl's voice warble uncontrolled as she came like a freight train.
Disa came crawling, and he gave Tonks some time to recuperate by finally fucking those great boobs.
To his surprise, the Huldr actually came.

When he turned his attention back to Tonks, he was surprised when she pounced him. She forced him down on his back and straddled him, taking him deep inside Susan Bones' pussy.
Harry noticed the difference from Parvati.
Parvati had had flawless skin, the same tone all over, and not a scar or mole anywhere. The corn silk blonde and busty Susan was lightly freckled, and had a barely visible scar partially hidden by her pubic hair. He concluded that the Parvati-body had been a guess, while Tonks actually had seen Susan.
Closely.
Two of Susan's best features were right under her chin, and while he gently sparked her, he moved up to the greatest cleavage in school and slid his big member in between those picture-perfect boobs. He noticed that the boobs grew bigger and firmer as he went, and Tonks was eagerly licking the head when it came close.
With Susan's voice, she begged him to cum in her mouth.
Gabrielle moved gracefully up the bed, and backed down over Tonks' head. As the metamorph lengthened her tongue to reach the fragrant snatch over her face, Harry rose a bit, and enlarged his cock just a little. He kept a mild blue glow on Tonks as he pushed his engorged member into the tiny Veela, and the sight made Tonks come again.

Gabrielle had her eyes closed and her head bent back with a lovely smile as he slowly fucked her. He looked around, and saw Jorunn keeping busy between the Auror's legs, while Disa and Stina entertained her and each other.
He sent them each a spark as he felt himself draw near. He charged an intense spark deep into Gabrielle, making her fall forward in pleasant convulsions as he emptied himself in Tonks' eager mouth.
She couldn't keep up, though, and her face was soon covered, as was her boobs. As he dried out, he fell on his side, and Jorunn latched on immediately to his cock, sucking the last drops out, and cleaning him off.
Disa was slowly and sensually licking the semen off Tonks' face and boobs.
The Auror was still shaking with the power of her last orgasm, and made content little noises as the coarse tongue of the Huldr caressed her face.

After a few minutes of silence and gentle caresses, as well as some mischievous tail-tickling, Tonks spoke in a shaky voice.

“Hot damn. That would be one hell of an interrogation method. I just swore myself to you and your house, Harry. I'm oathbound to follow your smallest whim. You know what? It was worth it.”

“I'm sorry anyway, “ Gabrielle said. “I should have known better than to say such a thing. I should have known how far you'd gone.”

“Don't worry about it, Squirt. I was getting bored by my old life anyway. One thing I've learned lately is that Harry can do anything, except being dull. So, Harry, should I call you Master now, too?”

“Yes!” said all the girls in chorus.

Harry laughed. He laughed so hard that tears ran down his face. He couldn't breathe or speak, but he kept laughing anyway. Finally, Stina ended his attack by the simple expedient of jumping at him and kissing him senseless.

“Master, what on earth was so funny?”

“I have no clue as to what the hell I'm doing, and To..Nymphie here just signed on as a follower or something. We were talking about recruiting Neville earlier. For what? Where's the war? I have no plan, no goal, nothing, except loads to lose. I can either laugh or cry about it, so I laugh. It's more fun.”

A voice from the door spoke up, startling the crowd in the bed.

“You don't have to recruit me, Harry, Ladies. I'm in already. The cause is simple, Old bean. You want to live comfortably, without being attacked by Death Eaters, the Ministry, anybody.
“ You can't do that as it is today. These lovely ladies are cattle, by political decisions. You are supposed to agree with the minister , because you're famous.
“ The governmental guidelines depend on whether it's fashionable to agree with a schoolteacher or not. The Headmaster has too much power, and he doesn't use it for anything good. As long as these things are wrong, you, the Gryffindor's Gryffindor, will not be able to relax.
“ My brave and worthy quest, mate, is to make sure that you don't have to leave bed in the morning unless you want to.”

Neville was standing in the doorway with his back turned. His blush reached his neck, but his back was straight, and his determination obvious. Disa caught Harry's eye, and he nodded. She got up quietly, and Harry aimed a silent blast of Sorcery at her, cleaning her and freshening her up so that her hair shone, and she looked so fresh and healthy that it was almost ridiculous. She walked up behind Neville, and put her arms around him.

“Neville, my friend, you wonderful, wonderful man. We're so glad to have you, and we have things to talk about, you and I and Stina. Just wait a second, I think I'd better get some clothes on, and then we'll meet in your suite. How does that sound?”

“It works for me. Harry, Professor McGonagall and Remus would like to speak with you, once you recuperate. That's Remus' words, not mine.”

“Then I better go find them. I guess the new day is here.”

It was, and it was a good day.

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She hadn't believed him when he said that she wouldn't need a coat, but she was happy that she had pretended to.
The Swedish summer night was warm and comfortable,as her boyfriend guided her through the crowds that had gathered in this quaint little town in the middle of the night.

He hadn't been her boyfriend for long, just a little more than a week. He had called her on the Floo out of the blue and asked her out. She had been stunned enough to agree, and the man she had met was nothing like the one she had known most of her life.
He was charming, witty and much more intelligent than she had ever suspected. She had revelled in the feeling of being the first thing on his mind, and his attention was exquisite.
That night, when he had followed her home, she had taken the initiative and kissed him.
The kiss had been incredible.
She had of course explored a broom cupboard or two, but this was something other than the normal approach of getting to her bra.
As close to perfect as she had ever imagined.

Of course, that had been when her aunt had come rushing out to chase the young ruffian, who dared paw on her niece, away.
He had stayed and greeted her, like nothing was out of the ordinary.
He had been invited in for tea.
They had talked, the three of them, and when she asked about who taught him how to kiss like that, he had blushed in the most adorable way. He told her and her aunt that he had sworn fealty to the Lord of Kilchurn, and she had almost seen her aunt's ears widen. Apparently, he had been taught how to treat a lady, up to and beyond kissing, by a staggeringly beautiful girl at Kilchurn Castle, as a way to boost his self-confidence. He had looked straight at her when he continued by saying that as soon as he had gotten home, he had Floo'd her, because the Lord of Kilchurn had taught him never to go for second best.

What girl wouldn't melt by that?

She didn't have the time to turn even slightly green, at the mention of the other girl. When prompted, he had reluctantly admitted that the training was very extensive, and that he had literally gone from a beautiful woman's bed to call her. She wasn't quite sure, though, about his continuing friendship with the girl, but he had said that she would understand when they met. She had been a lot more amused at her aunt's attempt at interrogating the young man. She had learned that the Lord of Kilchurn was powerful, and most likely a sorcerer, that he knew them all at least vaguely, and that the Lord was married. There were a few indications that the given name might not be the Lord's most commonly used.

The next day, he had immediately asked her what her aunt had told her to find out about Lord Kilchurn, and she had wordlessly given him the list. He had written down some horribly vague answers, signed it, and taken her on a lovely date in Muggle London. A few days later, he had asked if she wanted to join him on a weekend trip to Sweden. Apparently a friend of his would attend a bicycle race, and they would see him off, wait in the little town and meet some friends of his, and welcome him back. The race was stupidly long, and she had been told that many would take at least twenty hours to make it. Her boyfriend's friend was expected to do it in less than ten.


She had heard the name of the town, Motala, but the only place she remembered the name from was that Jules Verne's fictional submarine had had it's sharp bow made there. She had never even considered bicycles.
They were everywhere.
She had seen bicycles before, of course, but not like these. Thin shining frames, and tyres as thick as her fingers. The pedals were usually matchbox sized things, but some had cages strapped to ordinary ones, to make sure you fell if you fell, she assumed. That might have something to do with all the helmets. Her boyfriend led her through the crowd, like he knew where he was going, so she amused herself by looking at the crowds.

She had never made much issue about her ability to see auras. It couldn't be used for much anyway. Well, she could tell magical from muggle, humans from the humanlike creatures, such things, but mostly it was just pretty.
Suddenly she saw something that was not so pretty.
Five auras ahead was not only magical, they were non-human. Dangerously so. She could recognise a Giant's aura easily enough, even if he looked normal-sized. The group also consisted of four predator auras. One of them was Veela, who were quite far from their predatorial ancestry, but there was also two that only could be Huldr, and one she couldn't recognise at all, except for the predator signs. She tugged at her boyfriend's hand, trying to slow him down. He turned and smiled at her.

“Honey?”

“There's something dangerous that way.”

“Really? How can you tell?” He looked ahead, but the creatures couldn't be seen yet, only their auras. She dodged the question since she could.

“There's a group of magical creatures over that way, and at least some of them are very dangerous, worse than Vampires.”

“I'm guessing you somehow sense a Veela, two Huldr, a Giant and a Lake Warden? Possibly in the company of a fairly powerful witch?”

She looked again, and saw the aura of, as he said, a fairly powerful witch. She was dumbfounded.

“I assume I was right?” he asked. She could only nod.

“Come on then. Let's go meet my friends.”

Friends? Huldr sucked the souls of men, killing them in the most horrible way, for crying out loud! Veela made men kill themselves to show their bravery, and Giants were Giants.

“Neville!”
She could only watch as a gorgeous blonde Huldr with a gravity-defying set of boobs launched herself at her boyfriend. He just smiled, and caught the smiling predator. She couldn't believe her eyes when the Huldr, according to her books the Apex-predator of the Scandinavian forest, kissed her boyfriend's cheek and let him go, to be greeted by the others.

“Susan, I would like you to meet some good friends of mine. This is Disa Krake and her father Leif. Yes, she's a Huldr and he's a Giant, but I trust all of them with my life. Besides, Leif and I are Brothers in Arms. This is Jorunn, also Huldr and Stina, who's a Lake Warden. This is Gabrielle, Lady Kilchurn, at who's wedding I had the privilege to serve in a small fashion. This stunning lady is Sigyn, Vala of Seidheim, who also officiated at said wedding. Folks, meet Susan Bones, the girl of my dreams.”

Susan was shaken. She was also shaking. She was in the presence of several killers, and Neville, her Neville knew and liked them. The human woman approached her, and Susan fought the urge to curtsy. The Vala was beautiful and regal. If she had been introduced as a queen, Susan would not have thought twice about it. The older woman put a hand on her shoulder.

“To begin with, Miss Bones, most of your books are wrong, but I understand your reaction. Your books says that Huldr has to kill every week to survive, right?”

Susan nodded, and the Huldr girls looked at each other with shock clearly written on their faces.

“As you can guess, that's just not true. These girls have never killed anyone, but I admit there has been a few close calls. When a Huldr is starving, they can lose control and draw too much. These girls are well fed, and they are completely safe to be around. Stina is a predator, but she hunts aquatic life in her own lake. Lady Kilchurn has no interest in hunting any man but her own, and Neville has proven his resistance.”

“Wife, you forget me again. Susan, I'm Leif, smallest Giant in town today. I not danger to you. As Neville is Sword-brother, I defend you from anything. I still mangle speech, but not other things. I Muspellheim Giant. Smarter than other, and smaller too. I big like your Hagrid normal. Besides, we all sworn in differ ways to Lord Kilchurn, and he like you.”

She noticed that the mostly unknown girl, Stina had held her hand at Neville's cheek for a while, while making eye contact with the other girls. Stina turned to her.

“When Neville allows, I can read his mind through touch, and I have a mental link with the others. I believe you can understand that our Master, Neville's Liege Lord, has a few secrets, and we needed to know how much he's told you.”

“I must say that I would never have expected Neville Longbottom to keep such remarkable friends,”She said, trying to regain her composure.”It's a pleasure meeting you all, and I'm sorry about my first reaction.”

The busty blonde Huldr smiled at her.

“You have a more remarkable friend in Neville, Susan. He walked into a room full of naked Huldr and Veela, with the Allure on full blast, and just turned his back, and spoke to our Master. He didn't stop and stare even for a second. I didn't think there was a male in the world who could do that. He's amazing.”

“You're the one who taught him to kiss, am I right?”

“Yes, I am. He was a very gifted student, but I admit I was surprised when he walked away from me, saying he had to Floo someone. Men are not supposed to be able to do that, but now I see why.”

Susan blushed at the backwards praise. This incredibly beautiful girl had been the one that Neville had left to call her. She wasn't clear on the circumstances, though. If she had fed on him, he wouldn't have been unhurt, would he? Susan decided to have a little chat with this Disa when time allowed. Maybe even ask for some advice. As the group started to move, Neville held her hand in his, but as he spoke with Gabrielle, Susan was free to talk to Disa, who was still at her side.

“So, what's it like at Kilchurn, then?”

“You mean, how does the family work?”
They were turning by a petrol station into a road packed with people and bicycles, and started to criss-cross through the crowds. She had to let go of Neville's hand, but kept her eyes on him as much as possible. She thought about the Huldr's counter-question.

“Uh, I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to the idea that you are intelligent. That is, in fact, what I meant.”

The gorgeous blonde smiled at her, forcefully removing a passing hand on her arse.

“Okay, here's the basics. First, there's the Master. From the start, he had four Bonded girls, but He and Gabrielle got married the other week. Mostly, the marriage is a paper tiger, because from a human standpoint, she's still under age. Nothing has changed in the dynamics between us girls. Well, we defer to her for fun, but we don't have to. To complete the family side, Sigyn is my stepmother and Leif is my father. My real mum is a feral Huldr, who's returned to the forest. Sigyn is Jorunn's unofficial stepmum as well. Ditto for her real mum, by the way. Her dad, Surt, is getting ready to race now, with our Master.”
She paused to remove another groper, this time from her supersized bust, and Susan heard a distinct cracking sound from the offending hand.
“Back to the Kilchurn crew, then. We love our Master. Fiercely. We would never, ever betray him in any way. At the same time, though, none of us are human, and we don't see things like you do. That's the basics. Do you have any specific questions?”

Susan had quite a few, but most of them drowned in the realisation that she and the Huldr wasn't that different. As Susan had been groped a few times in the dense crowds, she mostly wanted to learn how to crack a man's hand like that. There was one question, though.

“Gods, how do I put this? Straight up, then. Did you sleep with Neville?”

“Yes, Stina and I did, but I was the active one. Why?

“How does that work if you're so devoted to your Master?”

“Simply. Jorunn and I are sexual beings. We're Bonded to our Master, but the bond is a mental connection, and it has very little to do with sex. It ensures our loyalty and our obedience, not fidelity. To us, Love is a big deal, but sex is a hobby, sustenance, and lots of other thing, but it's not as sacred to us as it tends to be to you humans. If I ask my Master if I can have sex with someone else, chances are he'll say yes. Between us girls in the Bond, we don't even have to ask.”

Several heads turned after the two girls. Two blonde bombshells, walking through a crowd, mentioning the word 'sex' was bound to get attention, after all.

“But why Neville? Of all the men in the world, why my Neville?”

Disa smiled at her. It was a friendly smile, warm and open, and Susan found it hard to remember that this girl was supposedly one of the most dangerous magical creatures around.

“Because he's Neville. At the wedding, he taught me things about herbology I didn't know, and Huldr are supposed to be experts by birth! He proved himself to be very intelligent, brave, shrewd and loyal. He's a Pureblood, and raised as one, and he has social skills my Master doesn't have. We thought that if he gained some self-confidence, he would be a perfect liaison and ambassador in the days to come. Maybe even Minister. We wanted to tie him closer to the Kilchurn House, and give him a confidence boost. I also wanted to thank him for his tutelage, by giving him the Huldr Gifts.”
Disa casually reached around Susan, taking another hand off her thigh and breaking it

“Now that, I've read about. I guess a sexual being has it easy when it comes to figure out 'thank you' gifts for guys.” Susan laughed.

“One size fits all, but only recently. These days, we never go hungry. If were the slightest bit peckish, we start draining the poor guy. Our Master has enough for both me and Jorunn, and Jorunn, as a foxtail, needs much more energy than I do.”

“So you trained Neville up?”

“Yup. Stina was there, too, but we were in a pool, and she merged with the water. She has some mental gifts, and she was able to send memories and skills to him, and he could try it out on me, making the borrowed memories his own. Stina said he was naturally talented, though. You won't be sorry once you show him that scar of yours.”

“And how the hell do you know about that, pray?”

“Hey there, we're the ones who should be calling people prey. A metamorph called Tonks has been hanging out with us, and she lost control of her form once. She cycled through a lot of them, but I remember yours. And no, Neville wasn't there at the time.”

Susan blushed furiously, knowing quite well why her one-time bodyguard knew her body so well. She also remembered under which circumstances Tonks would lose her control.
They were coming in to a great open area, filled with bikers and market stands.

“So, Neville is part of the extended family?”

“Yes, definitely. My Master treats him like a brother. Neville, Dad, Surt and one other stood with my Master at the wedding. That's for family.”

They pushed on through the crowd, until they reached an area that was basically empty of bikes, as they had walked past the entry gates for the start corrals.

“A brother, not a son? Hold on here, who is your Master, really?”

“You'll meet him after the race, I guess. We're almost at the start now. Surt has a red bike and a bright orange shirt with flames and an anvil on it. My beloved Master has a green scaly-looking bike and an emerald-green shirt with a red lightning bolt on, and both of them have electric blue helmets. They should be on the far side.”

Susan stared at the sea of people, dressed in screaming colours. The easiest, she surmised, would be to look for the helmets, since there weren't too many blue ones. She spotted two blue helmets, and understood why the colour was called electric. They were worn by two men who looked like brothers, short and stocky, and with bulging arms. Even at the distance, she could see the family resemblance to Jorunn in the man with the fiery shirt. The man with the green shirt had his back turned, but she could see a ponytail of black hair coming out from under his helmet. One really good things with these biking clothes, she mused, was he huge amount of legs they exposed.
The starting area was very crowded, but organised. The four gates sluiced the starting groups, 80 at a time, into the starting corral. Every two minutes a signal would sound, and a big motorcycle would guide a group out of the city.
She was told that there had been starts every other minute since 9 pm, and that they would continue until three in the morning, 80 bikers every second minute. Someone with a muggle Sonorus device was walking around the corral, asking random bikers the same questions over and over. She was brought out of her reveries by a strong little hand pulling her to the other side.

“Come on, Susan. We can see them better from this side. They'll pass right by here.” Disa was almost jumping with excitement.
True enough, her Master and that Surt guy had just moved into the starting corral, and they were right on the other side of the field, out of sight.
Susan was hit by a wave of sadness, suddenly. The announcer was talking to some biker again, and the unseen biker's voice sounded just like Harry Potter, if Harry had spoken Swedish, of course.

A strong suspicion struck her, and as she turned to look at Neville, she caught him watching her with an unreadable face. The starting signal sounded, and a big motorcycle with a side-car, and little lights all over it, rolled past her, and was followed by the group of bikers.
Her eyes flew over the group, looking for the blue helmet, but she didn't see it. What she did see, was a shirt in a very familiar emerald green, and a red lightning bolt with a very familiar shape to it. Right above it, though, was a pair of equally familiar, intensive green eyes.
He saw her, too.
A smile, a wink, and he had rolled past them and was gone.

She was stunned, to say the least. Lord Kilchurn, Caradoc Pritchard and the deceased Harry Potter, Master to four girls, and married to one of them, even. Sorcerer, Liege Lord and things like that tumbled randomly through her head. They had never been close, but she had counted him as a friend anyway. Her aunt had apparently had some dealings with him, and had told Susan that if she went after him, she would do it with her aunt's blessing. She was overwhelmed, and short of breath. The edges of her vision were getting darker, as two pairs of strong hands grabbed her and held her steady.
Strength seemed to flow into her from those hands, and after a few seconds she could turn and thank the two Huldr who had helped her.
Disa just gave her that open, friendly smile while Jorunn gave her a little nod.
Now, Jorunn looked the part of the dangerous creature that Susan had read about. Hauntingly beautiful, glowing amber eyes and the high cheekbones that gave her a feral sort of appearance.
The small smile on the Huldr's face told Susan that Jorunn knew what she was thinking.

“I know,” She said. “Us Foxtails are the most dangerous of the Huldr, but you're a friend of the House. Besides, you're Neville's girlfriend. You have never been safer.”

“Your Master. He's Harry?”

“Yes. He will be returning to school with you, and we thought that he might need a female friend there, too, who knows about him and who doesn't just want to ride his broomstick.”

“What about Granger and Weasley? Or that Ravenclaw girl, Lovegood?”

“Luna wants him to fuck her ass, Hermione wants to swallow and Ginny wants all of the above and then some. He needs more friends, not more fuck-toys. The four of us should be enough,” She said with a wicked kind of grin.

“Did you just refer to yourself as a toy?” Susan asked incredulously.

“Hey,” Disa interrupted. “A girl can dream, right?” They all broke up laughing at that, and Neville, Leif and Sigyn came over to them to see what the fuss was about. Susan decided to detail the conversation, turning her boyfriend, who was apparently more experienced than herself, brightly and cutely red. It was well past midnight, but the night still felt young as the group walked back to the Krake family's caravan.



Harry was nervous.

He was standing with his starting group, one foot already locked to the pedal, waiting for the annoying beep of the start. The rope in front of him would lower, and he would set out on a 300 kilometre bike trip.

He must have been insane to agree to this.

He could do it, he knew that. He had the strength and the stamina but it was still
three
hundred
bloody
kilometres.
There were other bicycles everywhere, and a very real fear of getting tangled, tying them all together in a big lump of bikes and bikers right there on the starting line crept up in his mind. Just when the mighty Sorcerer, the Slayer of Basilisks, the Dragon Animagus and Tickler of Veela was about to panic out of sheer expected embarrassment, someone stuck a microphone in his face and asked him in Swedish if he was looking forward to the tour. He had grinned like an idiot, saying how much fun it would be in his so-so Swedish, and suddenly the horrible beeper sounded.
He got on his bicycle, and locked his other foot to the pedal. All worries sank away as he rolled out of the starting area, following the brightly lit Triumph ahead. He looked for his girls, and smiled at them and Susan Bones, who for some reason was there too. He winked at her, and turned his focus to the road and the other bikes. He was on the way.


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Where had he gone? Where had he gone? He couldn't be dead, because no one could live when the other survives, and if he was gone, Tom would be dead and that would be at the hand of another.... No, that wasn't it. Either can live while neither survives. The one with the power to live when the other survives approaches, and either can have the power as his equal can live when neither survives? Born to those who had thrice defied him, neither can mark him as their equal, because either has the power the other's hand knows not. There. That had to be it. Neither can die at the hand of the Dark Lord, because thrice defied, he has the power either knows not. Where are my lemon drops? Severus had taken points for him again, because he had to, and he had been marked as his equal. Where had he gone......

Minerva was watching her tracking parchment. Albus was pacing in his office again. She wondered what he was thinking about. Probably Mr Potter ... Harry. Words could not describe how proud the Professor had been to be invited to the wedding. And what a wedding it had been. She had to admit, Jacques was a brilliant Master of Ceremonies, and there was no wonder he did it for a living. She had also been quite taken in by the regal Vala, and they had had a very pleasant talk after the reception. Sigyn was very insightful, and Minerva had gotten a rare insight into Harry's mind and motivations. She did feel a pang of guilt over her actions towards the young man last year, but as the Vala had promised her, she would have a chance to compensate him for her past transgressions. She had to remember to treat him like the student she had known previously in public, while subtly reminding him that she knew who he is, and that he could rely on her if he needed her support.

Hermione had done it again. As soon as she landed from her orgasm, she had fallen asleep, and nothing could wake her. Ginny had gone home to the Burrow the day before, and Luna was both bored and horny. After counting Snorkacks for a while, she decided to distract herself with something else instead. Hedwig was still there, and might just like some exercise, so Luna grabbed for one of Hermione's notebooks and a ballpoint pen and started writing.

Dear Harry.

I'm lying here in bed, all naked and looking straight up into Hermione's vagina. I just spent some time on it, and it's very wet from my efforts......





Author's notes: Neville's coming of age will be a story of it's own fairly soon. I never intended for him to join the bond. Harry may not have a clue, but he's building a Powerbase here. Harry has access to the memories of the Bonded, but the memories are still not his. They're just available through the mental network, and like a computer network, much depends on the state of the source box. Gabrielle has easier access to her memories than Harry, and she's smarter than he is. I may be ruining it for some people here, but Susan is with Neville. Those two might at some undecided point have company in bed, but it won't be Harry. Susan will stay safe from him. If I write Susan smut, you'll know that I'm out of ideas. Tonks is not bonded either. She's a part of the Powerbase, though.
I had to write that little pointless piece of Harry in the Starting area. I have done that race myself, and that's how I was. Pathetic, right? For the terminally curious, the race has a site at cyklavaettern.com, complete with pictures and movies. It's available in English, too.
Ah well.

Please review, and enjoy what you can.
Vanir