FicWad

Disclaimer: Most stuff in here belongs to JKR, but you knew that already. Have a care!


IS WHAT WE CHIEFLY NEED.











“Father, I'm back”

“Greetings, my son. You have grown, I see.”

“I hope so, Father Fafnir. I can ill afford to remain a child, but I find myself reluctant to grow up.”

“Why is that? Are you not eager to fulfil your fate and get on with your life?”

“I am, but I have looked at the world with new eyes lately, and I find a childish sense of wonder, that I don't want to lose.”

The Serpent laughed, and smiled a reptilian smile as well as he could.

“My son, you have truly matured. Many just grow old. The sense of wonder is a sign that the child's ability to overlook the wonders of raindrops has passed. That ignorance is what immaturity means. You have gained a sense of wonder, not regained it. It is first when you lose that feeling of wonder that you are truly ready to die. Those who lose it, and who cannot reclaim it, and yet keep from dying have at best a half life, and would have been better off if they had died when they stopped living.”

“Father, I don't understand.”

“Once I lived without hope, secure in my power, known to be invincible to man and beast until Sigurd proved me wrong. At that time, my power was all I had, and my only purpose was to remind people that I was powerful. I killed and maimed, because I loathed my very existence, and therefore tried to deny any higher purpose and establish myself as the most powerful. I thought myself to have nothing else, so I tried to make what I was matter. It didn't matter, though. My power meant nothing, and the only time I have truly been grateful for my power has been here, when I have found someone worthy to share it with. Have you used the wand yet?”

“I have. Thank you. As a wand, it's very conductive to my increased power. It's a bit harder to control charms with, but it has almost no resistance when working on heavier curses and transfigurations. As a staff, it's great for weaving the Seids and Galdr I've learned from Gullveig. I'm still learning the art of swordmaking and I'm far from good enough to make that sword at this point. Audsilber is incredibly difficult to work with.”

“The time will come that is right for such a forging. You are more worthy of my power than I have ever been, and gladly do I share it with you. If such a feat was possible, I would relinquish my power to you. It is strange for a cold blooded thing like myself to find itself caring about any man or beast, but yet I do. The one who calls himself a snake in your lands can not. He revels in darkness and evil, trying to make his own meagre achievements count for something, yet he is what he most reviles. Have you not thought of that?”

“Not like that, Father. I have thought it peculiar, but never stopped to consider the reason. It is hard to imagine the supreme egotist as driven by self-loathing. It does make him more human, but also less than human, considering that he has chosen his actions. If he is human, he has fallen beyond redemption.”

“Indeed. I enjoy the light sparring, but I find myself impatient. Did you ask for me?”

“I did. I asked around, and was pointed to Breidablick for a ruling.”

“Then, all is lost. Balder is good, perhaps too good. Why should he care for the tormented serpent?”

“Because he is as good as you say, Father. He will visit you shortly, so I believe this to be the last time I will come to talk with you like this. Perhaps I will see you beyond the realms of Midgård, though.”

“You were let to wander in the realm of the Vanir? I did not expect that.”

“Oh, I stumbled all over the place. Didn't care much for Oden, though. Loke was a bit creepy, but all right, I guess. As long as you count your fingers after shaking his hand, mind you.”

“I wouldn't know. I have never been very gifted in the grasping limb department. You do well to avoid Oden, as long as you treat him with respect. After Ragnarök, he lost himself in his studies. He is still incredibly knowledgeable and powerful, and he could incinerate you by distraction. I agree with your assessment of Loke. He was just unfortunately poorly gifted with judgement, and placed in a humour-deficient realm. If one is aware of his peculiarities, he can be a valuable ally.”

“Oh, I am very much aware of them. It was a most illuminating voyage in any number of respects. Freya's bargain was hard, but I can't bring myself to even really dislike it, even if I'm not happy about it.”

“Oh?”

“Any woman who asks to bear my child, shall. There are some exceptions, but I'm basically unable to refuse them. It might prove uncomfortable, given that Gabrielle says my power and abilities will breed true.”

“A most strenuous task, to ask a fifteen year old to father a whole race.”

“Truly. It is a chore I believe few gets settled with.”

“Yes. Have you started?”

“I have. Gabrielle, my wife, is about a month and a half gone. It's been showing for a while, though, so we don't know what kind of gestation we're looking at. The time frame differs between Humans and Veela, and we don't even know what I am yet.”

“If my guess is worth anything, I would guess that the initial development of the child is quite rapid, but that the full development of the child will be slower. This is often the case with highly magical beings. The body develops quickly until it can sustain a core, then it slows down to form it, which I believe is quite time-consuming. A guess, but one sustained by much observing.”

“Thank you, Father. You might just be correct. My other ladies are awaiting my decision, even if they know that they can make me impregnate them any time they choose.”

“If you wish to delay, I would advise you to care frequently for their physical needs, so that they never feel the need to force the issue in order to get their hungers sated. My son, much as I enjoy seeing you again, you have said that Balder himself will come to see me. I need to prepare, and you need to, ah, plug some wells, I believe it was once called.”

“You are right, of course. I hope to see you in Vanaheim then, Father, and may your body be returned to you.”

“One can only hope, my son. One can always hope.”

%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%


The tiny redhead had forcefed her Auror friend a full plate of Floreans Famous Chocolaticide super sundae. Tonks didn't really mind. Ice cream was a great cure for all heart related conditions, and chocolate was the universal treatment for all magical people when exposed to emotional turmoil, like the gut-wrenching embarrassment of having a 'knickersoaker' in the street. Unfortunately, the curvy little firecracker was now quietly studying her, and Tonks could practically see the wheels spin behind her eyes.

“So, Nymphadora Tonks, when were you in a position to get memories strong enough to cum by?”

Damn. She was exposed. Maybe she could at least stall her, or redirect her line of questioning.

“I just have one hell of an imagination, and I was good an primed already.”

“Really? That was memory-fuelled. I'm a Weasley, remember? We know these things. Now spill!”

Ginny was taken aback, to say the least, when the tears started trickling down the auror's cheeks.

“I met him about a week ago. He and his Consorts teased me some before giving me that 'thank you'. One of them made a joke, offering me loads of money and a kiss, and then a full scale up to no money and a full size earthshaking shagging of a lifetime. Then they went one better, saying that if I made a pledge to the family, they would all join in. I did it, and it was worth it. It's just that ..”

“No one else will do now?”

Tonks' head jerked up.
“Yeah. How did you know that?”

“I'm a Weasley. We know these things. Oh, I'm bluffing. It's just a feeling that Harry is one of a kind, and that he's ... I don't know, addictive or something.”

“Yeah. I had a piece of man yesterday, and he made me come and all, but he wasn't Harry. Why the hell am I telling you this? You're fourteen, damn it.”

“Does it help if I tell you that I bring myself off, usually thinking about Harry, twice a day? Weasley fact. We're attuned to sex and reproduction. As the first girl in generations, I might either turn into a complete slut, a baby-making machine or both. Hot blooded? You don't know the half of it. The bad side is that I feel when someone is horny, and I get ideas.”

“That's how you knew what to say, wasn't it?”

“Yeah. I could track you by scent, too. Why don't we co somewhere so you can slide those knickers off. They can't be comfortable.”

Tonks saw an opening to get some kind of upper hand. She felt thoroughly humiliated, and to top it off, she was getting horny again.

“Oh, you're just trying to get my knickers off. Is there something Harry should know about you?”

“Give up, Nymphadora. Do you really think Harry would mind that I like the taste of girls as much as he probably does? How about it, Tonks? Want a little schoolgirl tongue on your button?”

Ginny was grinning wickedly as she sensed the surge that went through the auror. She was bagged, she just didn't know it yet. Ginny was quite horny these days, and she was tired of fingering herself. Here was a really hot girl, who even could change shape. She could get some info on Harry, and get off at the same time. It was like Christmas, really. Tonks was surrendering, and stood up.

“It's not safe here for little morsels like you. I'm taking you home to my place. There, I might just shackle you to the wall to make sure you don't go running around again, before I turn you over to a Giant's daughter I know. Come along now, Miss Weasley. You're a bad bad girl, and I know just what to do with you.”

Ginny swallowed. Her knickers were just a few seconds from being soaked through, and the images Tonks had given her was both frightening and exciting at the same time. The Auror had finally beaten her at her own game, but she'd be damned if she backed out now. This might be fun.


£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€


Harry was tired and a little sad. How the hell he could have such strong feelings for the severed head of a bloody big snake was more than he could understand, but nevertheless, he would miss him.
His feelings were a mess.
He decided that he didn't want to go to the smithy at the moment, so he called the Arch, and stepped through to Kilchurn. It felt like home, and he relaxed a bit.
He walked with heavy steps towards his suite. Gabrielle was there, he knew. He also knew that she wouldn't try to cheer him up unless he wanted it.
As he opened the door, he heard a bath being drawn, and his little wife came to meet him. She didn't say anything, just kissed his cheek, and started to unbutton his shirt.
There was infinite caring in her actions and gestures, and very little sex, as she pulled down his trousers and wrapped a bathrobe over his shoulders.
She took him by the hand and led him into the bath. She sat him down in the magnificent marble utility, put a tankard of mild, ice-cold mead in his hand and started to rub his shoulders.
Neither had said a word. She was sitting behind him on the edge of the bath, letting his head rest in her lap as she rubbed his shoulders and caressed his face.
She was naked, of course, but she wasn't projecting anything. Her eyes were downcast, and her nipples were relaxed.
As he looked at them, they began to contract a bit, so he focused on relaxing himself instead. It was hard, and he felt just how tense he was. He felt some movement in his mind, and understood that Gabrielle was using the link.
Two minutes later, Stina walked in, wearing nothing but a gentle smile.
She stepped into the water and dissolved her body below the surface. Harry felt strong jets of water beat into his tense muscles. Strong currents rubbed the tension out and he relaxed, enjoying the feeling, the quiet company and the cold mead.
Gabrielle was working everything above the surface, and Stina was working below. They washed him, rubbing the soaps in, and then Stina would bring water up to rinse him.
His member actually stayed asleep as Stina gently washed it. He heard some movement out in the bedroom, and sensed Disa and Jorunn making the bed up and tilting the head side upwards and moving the bed slightly. It was still quiet, except from the creaking of moving furniture and the rushing water.
Gabrielle discreetly refilled his tankard. When he made a move to get up, Stina flowed up from the water and held his robe out for him. He kissed her, and slipped it on before going out to the bedroom.
The two strong Huldr had pulled his bed up to the panoramic window so he could lie down and look out over the Loch. He laid himself down in the middle of the bed, as he heard his girls hit the shower. Stina was first out, completely dry, of course, and she crawled up to him, settling down on his right arm.
She was gloriously naked, but more beautiful than sexy, and she was kissing him softly when the others came out.

Gabrielle settled down on his left side, but he moved her to a sitting position in front of him. He sang a few notes, and conjured a soft brush, and started to brush her hair.
The little Veela was almost purring ans he straightened her hair out with long, gentle strokes. When her hair was done, he spent some ten minutes on Stina's hair as well, brushing it out and just enjoying playing with it.
Disa got both her hair and tail well brushed, and he worked the fur on her chest until it shone like golden honey. He was completely relaxed. He enjoyed the work and the view, and as his member began to harden, he did nothing about it.
Jorunn had the longest hair and the strongest reaction to his ministrations as he brushed in long, even strokes from her head and almost to her knees. The wonderful soft tail got even softer, and he was beginning to feel the scent of excited Huldr. He was done with the brush, and vanished it. As Jorunn was laid out over his knee, and with his hardening member pressing against her stomach, he slipped his hand between her legs. She parted them immediately for him, and he fingered her to a gentle, but very long orgasm. He continued with Stina, actually merging his hand to her genitals, bringing her to a fast climax which caused her to lose her form, so she had to withdraw to the bath for a while to regain her composure.

He laid back with his wife and Disa, and as he pulled Gabrielle's back towards his chest, he took a firm grip on Disa's prominent nipples, making her gasp. He sang again, and with the notes, he formed the backdoor charm on Gabrielle, and pushed inside her tight arse. He drove it as deep as he could, and then he morphed himself just a little bigger, and Gabrielle turned her head and kissed him deeply as she shuddered in her orgasm.
She slid herself off him slowly, taking care to show him and Disa how the enormous member slowly slipped out of her tight little hole.
As soon as it was free, Disa's hot mouth claimed it, and Gabrielle joined in, sucking and licking. Harry laid back and enjoyed the feeling as he absently stroked Disa's tail and quim. She didn't quite cum when he pushed his thumb into her arse, but it was a close thing. The Huldr was very wet, and she was throbbing against his fingers. When he eventually came, Disa swallowed most of the load, and Gabrielle lapped up the drops that escaped and the sight of the little Veela's pleasure in doing so drove Disa over the edge, making her bushy tail fluff out in a quite amusing way and elicited a very nice moan. He stayed in bed, with the girls alternating between sucking him and kissing him until he fell asleep.
He woke up briefly in the middle of the night, when Jorunn had been a bit too firm sucking him. He climbed out of bed, bringing Jorunn with him, and together they climbed the stairs to the highest tower, where he entered her.
He drove her from peak to peak for half an hour before emptying himself in her womb. They had stayed silent, and Jorunn had been less feral than usual. It had been slow and steady, they had kissed a lot and generally, it had been a brilliant session of lovemaking. When they had calmed down after their joining, she had surprised him by holding him close in her strong arms. She kissed him repeatedly, and said the first words that had been uttered at Kilchurn Castle that day.

“I love you.”

£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€


The clinking of the fine china was the only sound heard in the exquisite parlour as the ladies present contemplated the latest gossip. The first one to speak again was old Ophelia Abbot.

“It would not surprise me one bit. My granddaughter has told me much about him, and when I was momentarily misinformed by the newspaper, she vouched for him quite vocally and would not step down.”

“Well, Hannah is a Hufflepuff, after all.” Lady Bainbridge said with a smile.

“Yes, and that she was more loyal to the young man than to her own family was most unsettling.”

Silence ruled again. Augusta smiled inwardly. This was working out just fine. Maybe a slight fanning of the flame couldn't hurt. She thought for a moment.

“My Neville is, or was, a good friend of the boy. He hasn't grieved a bit, and he's apparently in contact with that Pritchard fellow at Kilchurn Castle. Sometimes he disappears for the day, and now we have Peaterglow growing in the pond. It's only found in Loch Awe, according to my books. I have also seen that silvery falcon frequently this past month.”

“Surely you can get a straight answer from him?”

“No. he flatly refuses, and there's something new and strong about him that I frankly do not dare to challenge. I am loathe to admit it, but I slipped a tracker in his pocket once. It was a family heirloom, and more than a little Dark. When he came back, it was destroyed. All the Dark enchantments were removed, and only the neutral ones remained. Fortunately, the mapper of the thing is neutral, but once he got close to Kilchurn Castle, the map went blank. There's also the thing about the Grindylows, but I'm sure you've heard about that.”

“Not me. What about them?”

“The little pests used to have their habitat just outside the castle, but they have all moved west, to the far side of the lake from Kilchurn. Nothing Dark stays around the castle.”

Lady Davis frowned. These news should be passed on to her son, who would bring them to the Dark Lord, but there was something in this that made the lady's alarms go off. The new player at Kilchurn Castle had upset the playfield. These and other rumours had him painted as a grey, but at least light grey wizard of incredible power, and possibly even a Sorcerer. He had taken direct action against an assassin for the Dark Lord without even breaking pace. He was obviously not afraid of the Death Eaters, and he was also Harry Potter's guardian. Harry Potter who had brought up a shield that withstood some of the strongest of her sons allies, and ripped the magic out of some real powerhouses and killed several others. If the boy was truly alive, there would be Pritchard, Potter and Dumbledore on one side, and the Dark Lord's victory didn't feel like such a foregone conclusion any longer. Perhaps it was time to have a mild change of family direction. She decided to announce it in this circle first. It could prove useful, especially if Lady Longbottom spread the word to her grandson, and on to Kilchurn.

“I'll remember that, and stay away,” she said with a laugh.”Or maybe I should ask Alfred to go have a look. Thanks to him, our family is more Dark than anything.”

Augusta Longbottom was stunned. This was something she hadn't expected. Their circle had always involved women from all over the greyscale, but never before had anyone actually admitted to being Dark.

“Bellisima, did you just say what I think you said?”

“I believe I did, Augusta. Once upon a time, my son was taken in by a very charismatic speaker who went on about our proud traditions. I saw no harm in it then, but when that became a motive for murdering those who simply were born to the wrong parents, I don't know. I am still as sceptical as ever regarding the Muggle world, but I can admit these days that it is mostly due to my own ignorance. It hardly seems fair to kill them all just because I don't want to learn something. If I send my granddaughter to Kilchurn, do you think she'll be well received? She is at least a familiar face to Potter, even if he may not trust her, being Slytherin and all.”

Augusta looked around. She knew, of course, which of the ladies present who were from shadier families. To her surprise, they all had pensive looks on their faces, like they were trying to figure out how to approach Kilchurn themselves. She turned back to Bellisima Davis.

“Why don't I mention the question to my grandson, and see what happens?”

Lady Marshbanks spoke up.

“Oh, cut it out, Augusta. We're all too well versed in the games, so why don't we move the meeting to the political side completely? You have a connection to Kilchurn, and Bellisima wants to switch sides to protect her family. Can you help her or not?”

The ladies all started to snicker. They appreciated the games, but perhaps it was time to start moving, and the Oldest Lady always had a short temper. They were of course aware of the nickname for their little social club, but maybe it was time to form the GOL-party for real, instead of acting behind the scenes all the time. Augusta grinned and turned to the dark-haired old beauty beside her.

“Yes, Bellisima. I can help you. Someone will most likely contact you, and do keep your prejudices low. The first time one of the Kilchurn Ladies came by, I almost had a coronary. Trust me on this, ladies. Most of what we've been told about certain creatures is wrong. Due to my original reaction, I don't know them very well, but my grandson considers at least one of them a close personal friend. The whole 'vicious beast' thing that taints many of them seems to be spun out of whole cloth. When I insulted one of them, she responded in kind, with eloquence and gravitas, and as they live at Kilchurn, they're certainly not dark.”

“What about the rest of us?” asked Rose Parkinson. “My moron of a son allied us to the Malfoys through that thrice-damned betrothal, but we want out. Lucius is a squib, and Draco has no prospects at all. Maybe my motives aren't so pure, but I want as far away from the Dark Lord as I can while I still have some family left.”

“I really can't say too much about that. My grandson is the chief diplomat of our Lord Kilchurn, not me. I will discuss the matter with him. May I suggest another meeting next week at our estate? Perhaps I can arrange for some Kilchurn presence then, so we all can ask our questions directly?”

“A capital idea,” said Lady Marshbanks. “All in favour, say Aye?”

The choir was impressive, and as she left for home, Augusta Longbottom hoped that she had done the right thing.



£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€



Harry was having fun. In the early morning he had Arched to Seidheim, and taken on some Einharjer training.
Björn had pitted him against ten seasoned veterans, and he had hummed to himself as he weaved and dodged, and none had caught on to his plan until he had sung the closing note, transfiguring all their clothes to iron.
The sudden appearance of ten iron statues, slowly tumbling over, had been hilarious.
He had been tasked to incapacitate, to maim and to evade, and he had breezed through his tasks with ease, going viciously creative when Björn had launched at him himself.
The short Einharjer was suddenly trying to carry testicles the size of beachballs, and when Harry had cast an illusion on his boots, making them look like football shoes, Björn had yielded very quickly.
After that little recreational activity, he had gone over to the smithy, and had managed to get Surt to close his smithy for the day, and spend it getting the smithy at Kilchurn back in working order.

The castle's smithy was more adapted to making weapons and such, but it was in better shape that he had thought.
It was even fully stocked on tools and coal, and the master and apprentice smith went at it like kids in a candy store.
Soon, the forge was roaring, and some Arching had provided them with enough Audsilber to practice on, as Harry learned the Art of Swordmaking.
They were bantering and playing as he learnt the light touch with the heavy hammers, he learnt the partcasting and the little tricks to keep the weight down without compromising with the strength of the blade.
He wasn't ready to make the Fafnir blade yet, but he made himself some nifty knifes and a lochaber axe just to get a feel for making the edge.
He did discover that he could sing the metal into a higher density around the edges, making them very sharp. Unfortunately, he couldn't get it to work on the magically transparent Audsilber, but the metal was easy to make sharp anyway.
Surt was having a field day with some of the tools. Apparently, some of the things in there was made for specific tasks, like bending the finger joints on an armoured glove and the likes.

Harry was too focused on his own work to pay real attention, and it was many hours before they had had enough of the castle's smithy and walked the steps to the castle proper for a meal.



£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€


Harry was sitting in the grand hall. He had had a long day of training and forging, and unlimited stamina or not, his shoulders were a bit sore. He had been able to make a kind of connection to the Floo network, but so far, he had had to make individual connections to each fireplace he wanted to contact. One of the most frequently used was the one to Neville's private suite at Longbottom Manor.

“Harry? You there,mate?”

“Nev! Good to see you. Do you want me to send an Arch?”

“Just open the grate and let me through. You're the one who always falls over. I don't mind the Floo.”
Harry smiled at the jibe, and swung the cast iron grates that blocked the fireplace open, and Neville stepped through, dapper and elegant in immaculate, deep green robes.

“Hi Nev. Looking good there.”

“Thank you. It's easy to dress well these days. I just put on what Susan tells me to,and like magic, I look good.”

They laughed and sat down in the huge armchairs, and one of the Sanctuary elves brought them some mead. After the usual social health interrogation, Neville straightened up as an unspoken sign that it was time for business.

“Harry, there has been a strange movement towards you in the last week. Thanks to Gran I have an ear in the Grand Old Lady camp, and many of the Dark- aligned families seems to be withdrawing from the Death Eaters among them. Some are actively looking for a way to switch sides, and Gran has brought me some requests for audiences. I have spread the rumour that nothing Dark can survive near the castle, so I think the meet-and-greet requests are genuine.”

“Any one I know? I don't particularly care for being a Malfoy alibi, but if I can rob Voldemort of some support, I'm all for it.”

“The first ones to make a clear attempt at escaping are the Davis family, and Tracey is even in our year. The Parkinsons are close behind, but it's the Tracey Davis who's on my agenda for today. Her Grandmother asked if Tracey would be well received if she came here to parley. I should warn you, though. Her 'parleying' might involve the loss of clothes.”

“Tracey? The blackhaired girl behind you in Potions? Actually, I didn't think she was Dark, but that might be because of her eyes, of course.”

“Yeah, she's a looker, all right. Those eyes are incredible, and she uses them well. Not even Snape can resist them. The rest of her is shapely, too, and when she's in seductive mode, she's pretty irresistible. Not compared to our ladies, of course, but then again, who could compare?”

“One day, Neville, I'll show you a pensieve memory from Vanaheim that will blow your socks off, but not today. You're my political advisor. What do you think?”

The grin that appeared on the open and honest face of Neville Longbottom was almost vicious.

“You see, Harry old bean, Tracey has been involved in some of my potion mishaps, and I believe she owes Gryffindor at least fifty points for that. Here's my idea...”


£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€£$€


She was terrified. Positively terrified.

She was used to be in control of every situation. She had always had control of the boys and men around her, but now her Grandmother had traded her for the family's safety.

Well, that wasn't exactly true, but that was what it felt like.

The note that the beautiful blue and silver falcon had delivered was short and to the point.

She was to wait here, outside the wards of her home at sunset.
She was not to bring anything Dark, as it could kill her just by proximity.
She was to dress warm.
She was, and that was the terrifying part, to prepare herself to convince the Lord Kilchurn of her personal devotion to a non-hostile relation, and, pending her success, he would consider her family neutral, or in the case of great success, as protégés.
The note had not been signed, and there was nothing to be told from the handwriting.

To Tracey, it sounded like she would have to seduce this unknown man, this powerhouse that had her father quaking in his bloodstained boots.
She wasn't half as confident as she felt she should be.
She didn't know anything about him, except that he was nice to children. That had led her to choose a slightly childish wardrobe for the evening. Her school blouse from last year still fit her fairly well, and stretched just enough in the right places Fortunately, her B-cups were firm enough to do well without a bra, and her dark nipples and aureoles were clearly visible..
A knee-long skirt and knee-high socks made her look both innocent and alluring, as the skirt was cut to show off her firm little butt, and she knew that she had very nice legs.
Her make-up was discreet, and as always done to enhance her eyes. She had pulled her shoulder-long black hair back in a ponytail, and the result hadn't been half bad.
On top of it all was a winter cloak for warmth. The night was warm enough, but the note had told her to, and she would obey. Hell, she would obey anything if it could get her family away from the Death Eaters and the Death Chef himself. Draco, the arrogant bastard, had told her many times that when they had won, he would request her services as mistress one day just to shoot his load in her eyes. If she had to accept that very treatment from this man to stay away from the little snivelling son-of-a-squib, she would. Gladly. Loathing didn't even begin to cover her feelings towards the Malfoy scion.

Her seething was interrupted by the falcons arrival. It took a seat on her shoulder and stretched out a leg with another note on it.

“Don't be alarmed. You are under the protection of Lord Kilchurn for the time being. Hank knows who you are.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Then, she screamed.

It wasn't a dragon. It was too small to begin with, and the wings were too large for the body. Whatever it was, it was coming straight for her, showing itself against the setting sun. She understood why she had gotten the second note, because she was just about to run and hide.

Strangely, the falcon had stayed on her shoulder through her scream, and was actually rubbing itself against her cheek, as if to comfort her.

The monstrous flying reptile hovered in front of her, and landed with surprising grace. It turned it's huge, vaguely horse-like face towards her, and to her shock, it winked at her.
She tried to ignore her terror, and studied the beast. It was large and black, but it seemed to glitter in the light of the sunset. She stretched out a trembling hand towards it, and touched the neck. It was scaly, of course, and not as warm as she would expect a dragon to be, but she was convinced that it had to be a dragon of some unknown sort. She had looked at the magnificent beast for two whole minutes before she even saw the saddle, and the note pinned to it.

“Miss Davis, meet Hank.
He is a Leharv, a cousin of the Dragons and one of the few of his kind that's left in the world. He is fast and dependable, but he also likes to play. You will be safe though. He knows his job. He is very intelligent, and can understand you well enough even if his responses are limited. Enjoy the flight.”

She was supposed to get to the Castle on the back of a Dragon! Suddenly, her fears were gone, and excitement had replaced them. She looked at the Leharv again and smiled at it... him.

“Hank, was it?” she asked, and the Leharv nodded with something suspiciously close to a grin.
He jerked his head towards the saddle, and she climbed aboard, and felt a Sticking charm take hold of her, pressing her down in the saddle, so that the contact between her and the saddle was absolute. She thanked her lucky star that she had decided to put on some underwear, as that hadn't originally been part of her outfit, but if she hadn't worn her white cottons the saddle would probably have chafed her bits raw, and that would have been unfortunate. She might just need them later.

The beast took off softly, and except from a soft scaly clatter, it was soundless as well. The falcon kept pace with them, as the huge creature accelerated through the air, going faster than any broom she had ever ridden.
She could feel the powerful magic surrounding the beast, and she was also acutely aware of the power between her legs. There was a low rumbling coming from the beast as it flew north, staying low over fields and lakes.
The falcon at her side was shimmering in the fading light and for the first time, Tracey was taken by the beauty of the moment.
The feeling didn't last long, as the vibrations of the beast travelled through the saddle and it seemed to her like the feeling of power was going straight for her carefully groomed little snatch.

After about an hour on the wing, Hank swooped down over a lake, and she screamed in excitement as the beast suddenly dropped a hundred feet, skimming the surface of the long Loch.

The movement also pushed her down in the saddle, pressing towards a part of her that she had been acutely aware of for a while.
The mighty beast between her legs was sending shivers through the saddle, and she was throbbing in response. She just knew that the thin white cotton was completely transparent by now, and as the huge wings clawed the air for altitude, she bit her lip and groaned softly.

The landing I front of the castle wasn't half as graceful as the one at her home, and the thump sent shivers through her, and she had to recognise the fact that she was sopping wet, swollen and ready and quite severely worked up. Not even the chilling sight of the dark and forbidding castle was sufficient to put out the fire under her skirt. The Sticking charm dissolved, and she climbed off.

Hank took off again, as the gates of the castle swung open on their own. She heard a tinkling sound, and a quick feel confirmed that her earrings had shattered.
She quickly surmised that there must have been Dark enchantments on them ,and she realised that she was not making a very good impression and right now, she really wanted to seduce someone.

She walked up the few steps and entered the antehall where she was met by a gorgeous girl, dressed in a short white tunic and a gold belt. Her eyes were a startling luminous yellow, and her hair was incredibly long, and pitch black.
The girl beckoned for her to follow, and Tracey was led through a bewildering maze of halls and stairs, and Tracey noticed right away that this unknown girl had an even better arse than she did.

As they walked, she began entertaining fantasies of what it would be like to touch it, to caress it.

After a while, she really wanted the girl to bend forwards, as the short tunic would show her if the girl truly didn't have knickers.
She was seriously wondering what another girl would taste like, and she found that she really wanted to find out.

Tracey had no way of knowing that she had been targeted by whatever allure Gabrielle could project in her animagus form, by the allure of Harry and at the moment, the purely physical allure of the Huldr. It was hard for Jorunn to project it when she had her tail retracted, but she could sense her success. The girl behind her were inches away from assaulting her.
As Tracey barely had a dry spot left on her knickers, Jorunn led her to the Grand Hall. She stepped aside at the doors, and motioned for Tracey to step through.

Tracey looked around the room. There was a long table, with books and maps on it, as well as some strange things that she had never seen before, like something that looked like a skull from a creature with fangs and a large horn on its forehead. A carnivorous unicorn, perhaps? There was a huge fireplace with two armchairs in front of it with a low table between them. Someone was sitting in the right one.

Caradoc Pritchard.
He appeared to be perfectly relaxed. He held a tankard in one hand, and his other was absently stroking the head of a barely dressed girl, who was kneeling on the floor beside him. The girl was just as beautiful as the one who had led her there, only this one was a blonde, and had the most spectacular breasts that Tracey had ever seen. Her eyes were downcast, but her smile indicated that she was enjoying the middle aged man's ministrations.

“Welcome to Kilchurn Castle, Miss Davis. Please, have a seat.”

His voice was deep and throbbed like a bell. Tracey shivered as she removed her cloak, and hanged it over the back of the free chair. Those dark eyes of his never left her face, never wandered, and she felt like he was gazing into her soul. Her Occlumency shields were nothing special, but she pulled them up anyway. The faint smile that crossed his face told her that he had noticed, but she had a strong feeling that they didn't matter much to him, if he wanted to breach them.
The way his eyes didn't leave her face was slightly unsettling to her. He was a man, after all, and men were supposed to at least glance at her boobs. They were right there, damn it, and she was even pointing at him without the benefit of hands. If he didn't notice her as female, she could just forget about getting shagged tonight, and she really wanted to get shagged. As if he was reading her mind, he bent down and caressed the kneeling girl's breasts and Tracey couldn't help but gasp. The sorcerer was still watching her in silence, and as she took a seat in the offered chair, she had to break the silence.

“Thank you, My Lord. First, please allow me to apologise for the earrings. I had no idea that they were enchanted at all.”

“I know. Hank told me about them. Apparently there was an eavesdropping charm on them, as well as a loyalty curse. If you had said or done something that the controller of the spells deemed too dangerous or treasonous or just disloyal, the controller could use those earrings to torture you. I don't like that.”
He was constantly stroking the busty beauty as he spoke, and she preened and moved to make him reach some of the places that she wanted stroked.

He didn't look anything special. He had wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes. His nose was broken and he radiated power. She couldn't help biting her lip in excitement. She hated her body for it, but it clearly recognised a superior male, and wanted to submit. She could clearly feel her pulse in her knickers. She had to say something.

“My Lord, on behalf of the Davis family, excepting my father and brother, I state that we are not your enemies. We may not be very Light, but our history with the Dark is recent, and to most of us, abhorrent. I do not plead for my father, who willingly took the mark, or my brother who probably will any day, but I beg you, My Lord, not to consider our whole family as enemies.”

“Miss Davis, I find myself unconvinced of your efforts to stay closer to the light. As your family's descent into the darkness was, as such, done without effort, does it sound reasonable to you that you would be resurrected by nothing more than words?”

“No, My Lord, it does not. Our reason for asking this audience was for me to find out what I, or we, can do in order to save ourselves. My Lord, how can we gain your protection? What do we have that you might want? How can I earn it? There's nothing I wouldn't do.”

the kneeling girl obviously took this as a challenge and smirked at her and leant forward. With her perfect bum in the air, she proceeded to lick her Master's feet. Tracey blushed a bright crimson as the Sorcerer arched an eyebrow at her. She stifled an excited moaning, and answered the unspoken question.

“Yes. I did say anything.”

“Very well, Miss Davis. Tell me about Harry Potter, please.”

“He is in my year, but I don't know him. The sporadic contact usually involved some kind of plot against him. Unfortunately, the current climate in Slytherin doesn't allow for fence-sitting, and I have partaken in much more atrocities than I really care for. He seems like a good boy,... man, and I was saddened by his death. I no longer believe that he's dead, though. I'd rather think he's spirited off somewhere, getting training I the Light Arts or something.”

Pritchard grinned at her, and she smiled shyly in response. The kneeling girl bent over again, pressing her cheek to the floor, and the powerful man stroked her butt as she purred. Tracey almost lost it, and she was afraid there might just be a wet stain left when she got out of the chair. He was still looking at her face, nowhere else, and she felt herself preening a bit, trying to draw attention to her breasts or legs, to no avail.

“I have no real reason to believe you. Unfortunately, my legilimency, which could settle the matter, is powerful enough to destroy a mind, so it's fairly useless on people I might want to let live. Now, I will put a few charms on you, in order to keep my secrets. Do you mind?”
She shook her head vigorously. She wouldn't deny him anything.

“Good. You are right, and my young charge is indeed in training for the light side. As you may have guessed, I'm not particularly light myself. I am grey, or as I prefer to put it, human. I want for my charge to be in touch with his inner Dark, although I know he doesn't have much. You are fairly excited now, aren't you?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“You would really like for me to bend you over the chair you're sitting in and just fuck you, wouldn't you?”

She nodded again, and couldn't stop herself from moaning, which made the kneeling girl smile.

“I won't, but by all means hold that feeling. I want you to seduce Harry, when you have the chance. Not just for a quickie in a broom cupboard, but I want you to show him the joys available from what is considered Dark. You can do that, can't you? You can encourage him to use you, to be a bit rough and to dominate you? I want him to feel Masterly, so I want you to seduce him as a slave, kind of thing. Now, I can tell you that he is rather large, so if you let him do your arse there might just be a bonus. You can beg him for that, can't you?”

Her large eyes were very wide. She was also on the brink of orgasm. Of course she would. She would be Harry Potter's little secret plaything. She would become someone he could pull into a cupboard any time he felt like a quick blow job or an instant shagging. It was easy enough to carry a few bottles of lubricant and numbing potion around, and she couldn't believe why she hadn't thought of it before. She knew she was a bit too horny to thing straight, but she had the feeling that asking this might be a good idea.

“My Lord, should I make myself available to Neville Longbottom as well? I have treated him badly, and as he apparently works for you, I need to make amends.”

“A very good idea, Miss Davis. Neville did manage to get you here, and as that might just save your life, you're in his debt as well. I suggest you discuss it with Susan Bones first, though. She is his girlfriend, or fiancé, I'm not quite sure which, but she might just allow it. She might just join in, actually, but make sure you talk to her before acting.”

“Yes My Lord.”

“For the time being, I will make no hostile moves against the Davis family. If your father or brother gets in the way, though, I won't spare them.”

“I understand, My Lord. I might warn them, though.”

“That choice is certainly yours to make. You are not my allies, and you are not my friends, but if anything would happen to you, I will at least ask questions. If you want the protection of the House of Kilchurn you know what to do now, don't you?”

“My Lord, I will submit myself to Susan Bones, as a way to redeem myself to Lord Longbottom, and I will do my utmost to gain Harry Potter as my Master, and serve him with my body. Is that right, My Lord?”

He nodded, and even smiled warmly at her as her shivering intensified, and she rubbed her thighs together trying to find release.

“Yes Tracey. Now, the deal hinges on your successful seduction of my charge, but you will need Lord Longbottom's support for that. I would like to put you under a charm now, if you don't mind. An incentive, if you will. It will make you unable to orgasm with anyone other than Harry, and even then, not before he finishes inside you. May I place the charm? How serious are you about this?”

“My Lord, you may place me under any charm. I will do my best to fulfil my obligation, and if I fail, it is a fitting punishment.”

The wave of power that washed over her brought her the relief she had been searching for. The orgasm, possibly her last for a very long time, was violent and loud but it left her wanting for more. She could barely move on her own, and as the girl who had guided her inside led her down into the bowels of the castle, Tracey was achingly aware of the other girl's erect nipples, and how beautiful those full lips looked, and how much she wanted those lips on her nethers. She knew she couldn't, though. Her body was aimed at a specific task now. She would have to take care of her body, because it belonged to Harry Potter.

As she had spoken the terms out loud, the reality of it all had struck her.
Family First. That was something she had learned a long time ago. It was more deeply ingrained in her than the potty training, and now she was to enslave herself for the Family. The monumental contrast between her pride in her effort for her family, and the humiliation in becoming a toy warred inside her until she saw the kneeling girl next to the Sorcerer. She took pride in her position! There was no humiliation in her eyes, and her pride finally won. She, Tracey Davis, would serve her way into the Kilchurn House, thereby saving her family and form a connection to a great house and there was pride to be found in the servitude. She was going to be the best damn sex toy the world had ever seen! She was led down into the castle, and through a peculiar arch in a darkened room.

She wasn't even surprised to find herself a few steps from her house, and inside the wards as well. She didn't look back as she went inside, headed straight to the library and plundered it on everything related to sex and seduction before she headed for her study. Her grandmother came knocking an hour later.

“So, Tracey. How was it, and did you make it?”

“Yes Grandmother. At the moment, we are not his enemies no matter what Father and my stupid brother might do. Once I fulfil my part of our deal, though, we might just come under his protection, or even become his allies.”

“That must be a very serious deal. May I know the details?”

“No, but that is my choice, not a term. We did nothing as they fell into Darkness, dragging us along. I will earn our ascension through hard work, but the task is worthy and even something I might have chosen to do anyway. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to it.”







Author's notes: Not very nice of him, was it? Mind, control, manipulation, the works. I just had the idea of these Grand Old Ladies the other day, and i'm going to try them out for a while. Tracey was a whim that turned into an idea that became a useful little gadget to me. What do you think about the idea? There are several working paths for her at this time. Ah well. Next stop:Harry's and Neville's birthday. Enjoy!
Vanir