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Pepper And Vinegar Besides



The word spread like wildfire, and the slamming of wards in Knockturn Alley was almost audible.
Caradoc Pritchard was in the alley and he wasn't alone.
Yes, the Caradoc Pritchard.
Yes, this Alley.
No idea. A pretty sixteenish girl who stayed very close to him.

The Witches and Wizards flowed out of the shops and gathered along the narrow street, trying to look like they weren't gawking.

The pair made a serious impact on the people watching. The brown-haired couple were walking slowly up Diagon Alley towards the Cauldron side from Gringott's, ever so often stopping to look at the displays in the shop-windows. He wore a long grey cloak, and carried a silvertipped staff of what looked like ivory, and probably wasn't. On his shoulder rode the silverblue Peregrine, and at his side was a young beauty, with the same wavy brown hair as the older man, but hers reached far down her back. Her robes were more form-fitting, and more silvery than grey. She also wore a girdle in silver, inscribed with Norse runes. She was a lot less stately, and practically bounced along, making her chest bounce in counterpoint to the delight of the young males present which coincidentally included one Dean Thomas, who was there with his mum and little sister. As soon as the Sorcerer saw little Jenny Thomas, he walked over to her, pulling the girl along. He nodded at Mrs Thomas and Dean before kneeling down to Jenny, supported by his staff.

“Hello again, young Lady Thomas.” He smiled at her.

“Hello Mister Pritchard.” He heard the sharp intakes of breaths around him at the little girl's indiscretion.

“You can call me Caradoc, Miss Thomas. This is my daughter, Elaine.”

“Hello Elaine. You are very pretty. Would you go out with my brother? He's just underfoot at home in the summer.” A lot of people laughed, and Dean looked mortified. 'Elaine' took a bit of pity on him, and looked him in the face before she answered.

“Hello Jenny. It's nice to meet someone who isn't scared of Father, and I don't think I will go out with your brother. He's very handsome, and he's noble and brave, but I already have a boyfriend, and I wouldn't want to seem greedy.”

The young girl seemed to consider this seriously.

“You're right. It wouldn't be fair to some other girl I guess.”

'Elaine' was still looking Dean in the eyes and agreed.

“No, there's a girl out there who deserves a good guy. I'm sorry if I have embarrassed you, Mr Thomas, but for some undisclosed reason, I have heard quite a lot about you and I liked what I heard. I didn't mean to tease you.”

The Jamaican Gryffindor straightened his back, smiled at the pretty girl.

“No harm done, and blushing is good for the skin, I'm told. Your boyfriend is a lucky bloke all right. Tell him 'hi' from me, would you?”

“I will. You're an artist, aren't you?”

“Becoming one, more likely, and if you ever want a portrait done, or just want to model a bit, give me a call.”

“Sure. I'm Elaine, by the way. I think we'll be seeing each other again.”

“I'm Dean. Tell your boyfriend 'happy birthday' from me and Seamus, as well.”

She smiled brilliantly at him, confirming his suspicions. Harry was alive, and he had bagged himself quite a babe somewhere, too. He turned his attention to his baby sister who was giggling uncontrollably. The grey Lord had hitched his robes up a bit, revealing his socks.
They were pink.
As their previous conversation had been printed and published many times, the crowd smiled in recognition.

“You see, Jenny, I did listen. I try to wear something pink every time I'm trying not to scare people. Now, I have something for you.”

He concentrated, and held his palm out. When Frigg had taught him this little piece, he had thought of Jenny, and further in the future, his own children. It was a very complicated charm, and almost impossible to do without the large number if Foci that his Seidsong could provide. With an image firmly in mind, he sang the Fylgja song. His voice expanded, and filled the street, sounding like it was coming from all directions at once, as the magic coalesced over his hand. When he was done, there was a silver pendant there, with an open lid, and above it hovered a small image of a Leharv made of bluish light. The tiny illusion flew around her a few times, before it settled on the pendant again and crawled inside.

“This little tyke is called Vingfåle, and he's like a watchdog. He's pretty smart, and if you're in trouble, or hurt, he will either carry you to my Castle, or just help you if he can. When you're alone, you can open the lid and play with him. You shouldn't do that around people who don't know about magic, because then, he will just be still, like a hologram if you know what that is?”
She nodded vigorously without taking her eyes of the pendant so he continued.
“If you're all in trouble, he can even carry your entire family along, or you can use him like a night light if you want to. He doesn't mind.”

“Was that a little dragon?”

“No, not quite. Why don't you ask your brother? If he doesn't know, he can find out.”

“You know, you're not scary at all. It's the socks.”

“He may not be scary, young Lady, but he still commands incredible respect.” said a voice behind him. Harry had known that they were approaching, and addressed the two Grand Old Ladies before turning around.

“Lady Longbottom, Lady Davis. Lady Longbottom, it's nice to meet you finally, seeing as you are my liege and all, and Lady Davis, it's good that I get to meet you before you come under my protection.”

Augusta smiled beatifically at him, and Bellisima frankly grinned and asked.

“Is that a certainty, then? Tracey has been less than forthcoming about your agreement.”

“The task I assigned her is hard, and hers to tell you about. The odds are stacked against her, but as she is as talented and resourceful as she is beautiful, I have no doubt that she will excel. Her counterpart in our deal is unaware of it, which should help her.”

“May I tell my granddaughter of your faith in her abilities?”

“Naturally. No offense intended of course, but formally, you're still not my friends and I choose my words rather carefully. Nothing I tell you is very secret. You may also tell her that Hank took a liking to her, and would like another go.”
He smiled rather impudently as he nodded at the two impressive GOL's. They both made the most interesting faces as they tried on different explanations for the last line, and failing.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him. Someone invisible. The feeling was strange. The person was dangerous, hated him and posed no threat. He straightened up, let blue fire flow over the carvings on his staff and turned to face the unseen person. His Sorcerer's sight cut right through the Disillusionment charm, and revealed an approaching Bellatrix LeStrange, covered by layer after layer of shields. Her wand was tucked away in her cleavage, clearly visible to his Sight, and she held a red flag with a black Dark Mark in the corner. Someone's memories told him that this was a Parley Flag. He was supposed to allow the emissary to say her piece, they would somehow exchange gifts and it was bad form to kill her unless she was rude. He gave the shields a closer look, and found out how to get past them. He wouldn't be able to get anything heavy through, without destroying them, but that suited his crude plan nicely. He wouldn't kill her, of course. Some day, he would capture her and hand her over to Neville. His now best friend and most loyal liege should have fun with that. When she was about twenty paces off, he spoke.

“That's close enough, Mrs LeStrange. I can see your flag, but it is technically invisible so I don't feel very obliged to respect it at the moment.”

The air shimmered, and the crowds gave a collective gasp as the feared Death Eater appeared in their midst. She didn't look like her normal fierce and fanatical self, though. She did wear the mask, but it was decidedly feminine, and looked more like a stylized version of her own face than the customary skull, and it was clearly made to be beautiful. The hood was pulled down, allowing her dark hair to flow freely over her shoulders, and her robes was a lot more figure-hugging than the usual smocks she wore. The waist was pulled together with a black corset-like thing that Harry vaguely recognized from somewhere, and a short shouldercoat was parted over her shoulders, emphasizing her bust further and doing a pretty decent job of making the psychotic bitch look sexy. Harry was primarily repulsed, but he gave her an appreciative glance for her to see.

“Lord Kilchurn. My Master, Lord Voldemort, sends his greetings, and wishes to know your intentions. He sees no reason for him and you to be enemies, when much can be gained by an alliance. He asks for no answer at this time, but if your inclination is even vaguely positive, just say that as an oath, nothing more binding than an inclination is necessary, and I will make you a submissive Witches' Oath, and come with you immediately as a liaison or whatever you would use me for. There is much to be gained from me, and the alliance.”

“Mrs LeStrange, considering your considerable charms, my answer is painfully direct. As your Master is directly and personally responsible for the deaths of many of my friends, and the attack on my young charge Mr Potter is clearly reason enough for a most resounding negative response, that is indeed my answer. You did personally practically orphan my most loyal Liege, and for that I should disembowel you, parley or not. However, I can still see my little Bella in your eyes, and perhaps she is not lost forever. My response is negative, and overwhelmingly so. I respect his straightforwardness in actually asking my intentions, so I shall respond. If he surrenders in the next week, Wizarding Justice will deal with him, and I will do my best to keep him alive, but I make no more promises than that of an attempt. Those of his followers who surrender to the Aurors in the next week will be treated as the criminals they are. Once this week is up, or if I meet any of you in battle this week, you will be treated as my personal hated enemies, and you will all die in a vast number of horrible ways. Light is too slow for my tastes. It's time for the Silver to try it's strength against you and your murdering half-blood master.”

LeStrange had been looking increasingly incensed during his speech, and now she interrupted him with a violent draw, ripping the clothes off her breasts, and shouted a slicing hex. Stina moved in front of him, and the runes on the girdle Harry had made for her glowed as the hex was absorbed. If it hadn't worked, she would simply have allowed it to smash into her liquefied body and dissipate. It's a bit hard to cut water, after all. As it was, she maintained the bouncy Elaine-behaviour, excitedly squealing and bouncing.

“Father, Father, it worked! My boyfriend's going to be so thrilled!”

“Young lady, he will be less than thrilled that you stepped in front of that curse. He likes to reserve that kind of harebrained thing for himself, and you know damn well it wouldn't have made a scratch on me.”

'Elaine' stopped, and looked horrified.

“Damn. He's going to be mad.”

As they had ignored the most feared and the most fanatical of the Death Eaters, they of course made the unbalanced woman literally hopping mad. She twirled around and took aim at a sniggering bystander, but before she could strike him down, Harry struck. He reached through her complex shields, and just for show, he used incantations as his staff shone brightly.

“Bryt” Her wand snapped cleanly in two.

“Herdins” Her clothes changed from intimidating and sexy black, to pink with little flowers along the edges.

“Stryk” She jumped and jerked as she received a number of light slaps across her face, and a rather sound spanking of her bottom.

His last cast was not verbal. He glanced at Stina and summoned his blue lightning. There was nothing gentle about it as he completely bypassed her shields and hit her with a bolt, almost an inch thick, straight at her crotch. It split, and two strands grounded themselves at her nipples as the insane witch howled in tormented ecstasy. Something beyond orgasms was chasing each other through her body until an emergency portkey activated, and she vanished.

“Well,” he said to the silent Diagon Alley, “That wasn't a lot of fun.”

“My Lord,” said the quivering voice of Augusta Longbottom, “What was that? That blue lightning curse?”

“That? Oh, nothing special. In small doses it's a great pain reliever, but when I crank it up it becomes like the opposite of the Cruciatus. She felt so good that it overloaded her body, and some kind of injury-triggered portkey took her away. In good time, though. I was just about to be nasty to her.”

“My Lord, what was that you said about Light being slow, and it was time for silver?”

“I don't count myself as Light. I am a little too combative for that, and Grey isn't really appropriate either so I call myself Silver. Meet me with light, and I will be light, with one or two darker streaks. Meet me with Dark, and you will meet Dark, with a few dots of light in the mix. Personally, I'd say I'm light, though. I just believe that killing someone to save masses is the right thing to do, and the Light under Albus Dumbledore has been stripped of both arms and armours. There are people I care about in this country again, and I will not have them sacrificed on the altar of anyones principles.”

“A sentiment I can agree with, Lord Kilchurn,” said Amelia Bones, who just apparated in with a large number of Aurors. “May I ask why you didn't capture LeStrange?”

“Madame Bones, it's a pleasure. Actually, I thought I had. The kind of overload I subjected her to shouldn't really have triggered a portkey like that. I will destroy the portkey first if it happens again.”

“Very well, you did save lives, and you made your point rather clear here. We do have something to discuss, though. I have an Auror that I would like, given your permission of course, to place at Kilchurn Castle.....

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Formally, she was being tutored in advanced self-defence, and field healing. As she already knew the defence, and had mastered all the healing her tutor knew in about two hours, she was currently being let down from a makeshift rack, where the much older woman had deliciously tortured her with an incredibly long an prehensile tongue for almost a full hour before poor Ginny was allowed to have her orgasm. She had squirted two whole feet. Tonks, or Mistress Dora, did throw the occasional hissy fit over her age every now and then, but as Ginny did have the gift of knowing peoples greatest turn-on's, she just exploited the other girl's weaknesses, getting her on the floor and then giving the Metamorph a rough fisting until she came, and came back to her senses. The sensation of actually reaching into another woman, and grabbing her cervix, gently poking a finger inside had made the young redhead cum more than once. They had also formed a fairly stable mistress and slave relationship. Sometimes they switched, but Ginny was surprised at how wet she became at the mere thought of being so submissive. They had walked through the Alley a few times with Ginny wearing nothing but a few Glamours, and she had a buttplug in place most times as well. She knew that she could leave the game at any time, but it was fun to let it continue. Having a Metamorph lover was very rewarding, even though she couldn't replicate Harry's cock for her, and refused to copy his face. Tonks slipped a collar onto the red-head's neck, and pulled her along to the only armchair, where Ginny, still shivering lightly, was made to sit on the floor, while Tonks took the chair.

“In two day's time, pet, there's a great challenge for you. I will put a confundusphere around your head, disrupting sights and sounds. The only one to bee seen and heard clearly will be me. A friend of mine is having a birthday party, and you're my gift. You are to please my friend, you are to tease him, and get him off in any way you'll like, but what you do is up to you. You will not be certain who he is, and there will be others present, some who knows you, but you won't know who they are at the time. However, you can trust them all, they're all good people so give them a good show.”

Ginny didn't know how to feel. It was an incredibly exciting thought, but turning such a thought into reality was a huge step. She wouldn't know where she was, or even who she was having bloody sex with! On the other hand, Dora wouldn't abuse her like that. She wouldn't just hand her over to just anyone, especially since she knew that Ginny was saving her Virginity for Harry.

It was July 29.

In two days, it would be Harry's birthday. Neville's real one too, but When she had run into him lately, he had seemed completely devoted to Susan. Besides, Neville's formal birthday was tomorrow. Why would he throw a party on his real birthday for the first time now? Besides, he was born just two minutes into the 31'st. It had to be Harry, but she still wasn't going to hand her virginity over to someone she couldn't look in the eye of, when he made her a woman. Still, Harry should really have her for real on his birthday. It was really time to work on her stubborn sphincter, that just refused to relax properly. Dora spoke again.

“I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, of course. I want you to give him a good show, and to hopefully get him off, but it's your call. I can tell you that you will never, ever swallow a more delicious load, if you choose to do that. Experience talking, here.”

“Mistress Dora, would you please bring out the small toys? I think I need to practice a bit, and Birthday boys should have something special.”

“If that's what you want, go for it! I should tell you that you're special enough, just being you. He's not a virgin in any way, but you'd be a first for him anyway.”

“How's that?”

“As far as I know, the only fully human female he's had is more than twice his age, and he was wonked out by a potion at the time. I, and the others have sexually adaptable bodies, and you don't. You'll actually be his first human girl.”

“But I'm not! You've seen it yourself. I never get sore or bruised, and then there's other things.”

“Don't I know it, luv. That thing you do when you just know what to do and say isn't human, it's divine! Trust me, Pet. This man might be a connoisseur, but you're the best. You're a worthy gift.”

“Thank you, Mistress Dora,” Ginny said, slipping back into the role. “May I ask what I will see and hear through the spell?”

“You will see body heat, so there will be differences between people, but you won't see faces. You'll find the birthday boy easily enough. All voices but mine will be altered, and you won't recognise anyone by voice alone.”

“Mistress Dora, may I ask something?”

“Sure, Pet.”

“If it feels right, and I'm prepared to give him my virginity, could you cancel the spell?”

The Metamorph smiled at the younger girl, and allowed her eyes to flash green for a second before she answered.

“Yes, Ginny. If that happens, I will let you see him.”


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Harry awoke early on the 31'st, although he didn't know it. He had lost all track of time during his time in the land of the Midnight Sun, and he had no idea that it was his birthday. The previous day had mostly been spent in a pensieve, looking through some more memories that his mother had left for him. Apparently, there was a large number of little bottles in the Secret Keeper's chamber at Gringott's, made for various occasions, but the ones he had perused the day before had been more general, and simply confirmed what Gabrielle had researched in the Codex. He had spent hours in the smithy, sorting things out while he made various items, from nails to figurines. The blade of Scales of Justice, his Fafner tooth Claymore, was done, but he was still working on the designs of the guard and pommel.

He was part Veela. He didn't know why that was such a shock, but there it was. He had enough weird little pieces in his body to truly be an omnivore. His digestive system could process everything from rock and bone, to blood and raw meat. His resistance to potions and poisons wouldn't mature quite yet, but would probably become more or less total. His healing ability would only increase, and his basic toughness against magic would soon reach Giant levels. The kicker was the information about the blue bolts of his. It would have been good to know about them before he had started to use them, as he may already have made Sigyn, Tonks and LeStrange addicted to him. Addicted.
Damn.
Tonks would most certainly be, as he had given her several powerful orgasms with it, and according to the memories of his mother, the withdrawal would be quite uncomfortable. As Huldr , and to a lesser degree Veela, fed on his excess energy, they would be unaffected, and nothing seemed to apply to Stina's peculiar organism, Tonks, as the only human subjected to repeated hits, was the only possible victim. If LeStrange was affected, he would consider her more of a target than a victim. Unable to reach complete release through normal means, her escalating libido would force her to seek him out again, just to find solace. He snorted at the thought. She had a snowflake's chance in hell to get it, but Tonks was a problem. Fortunately, he would be able to relieve the symptoms of withdrawal without reinforcing the addiction, by having non-sparkling sex with her. Amusingly enough, what Amelia Bones had wanted in the Alley, was an excuse not to fire the Metamorph Auror. She had, by helping in covering up Harry's disappearance, committed a felony, and a serious breach of trust. Madame Bones just couldn't keep her around, no matter how right and well-intended it was. Tonks had overstepped greatly, and was now placed as a guard at Kilchurn Castle. As such, she was transferred instead of fired, and it was a pretty good solution, all things considered. Sometimes he was happy about his apparently never ending energy in bed. Sometimes it annoyed and alarmed him that he could think of sex, something he was still too young to have in most countries, as means to an end. He could have sex with Tonks to make her better. He could use it as a weapon against Bellatrix. He used it to keep two of his girls more or less safe for others, and themselves healthy and alive. He loved his life, as of this summer, but it was a bloody strange one. This was, if anything, emphasized when he felt Stina in the Bond, asking him to join her at the small jetty, that was built into the castle.


She was sitting at the end of the Jetty, watching the sun rise over the Loch. She was completely naked, and her hair was wet. He didn't say anything as he sat down behind her. As he kissed her shoulder, he conjured a brush and started on her long hair. She had kept the wavy brown of Elaine, and Harry carefully untangled it, and brushed it out bit by bit.

“Stina”

“Yes, Beloved?”

“When you morph, how big can you get?”

“As big as the water allows. I have to build myself of something, but if I get too large, it takes a lot of power to move, and I don't have very much to use like that. I can power a humanlike body about thirteen feet tall, but no more than that. Why?”

“Please, bear with me. You can pull on my magic through the Bond, right?”

“Yes I can, again, why?” He could hear her curiosity, so he jumped gracelessly into the water and transformed. He opened the Bond fully, giving her complete access, and thought to her,

“Come. Copy me, and let's fly together.”

her smile nearly outshone the rising sun as she reached into the water and assumed the form of a slightly smaller Leharv in blue and gold, and reached for his magic to make it as strong as she needed to fly. With a powerful Notice-Me-Not charm engaged, the pair took off, riding the barely formed thermals over the lake, and rejoiced in the freedom of Living Flight. Stina showed him some manoeuvres she remembered from when she had seen living real Leharvs in the sky above, and Harry taught her the joys of low-altitude, high speed skimming over land and water, and when they returned to the jetty, the nearby church bell told them that it was seven o'clock, and that they had been flying for three hours.

“Stina?”

“Yes, Beloved?”

“I love you. You don't need me as much as the other's do physically, and I feel bad about how little time I spend with you alone. Just don't forget that I love you.”

“I won't. I can't. Every time you take a shower, the water's from my Loch. I can read your mind more completely than the other's can that way, and I know for a fact how much you love me, and I really hope to bear your child one day. This time we've spent together this morning means more to me than a full day of shagging. You don't just let me share your bed. I can share your life. We are solitary beings, apart from the sex, and you give me so much more than that. I love you, my Master and Beloved. I just wish I could be more useful to you. I don't mind being a decoy at all, but honestly, Master and Beloved, I can do more.”

“What do you mean, Love? I'm not the most imaginative, and I seem to know too little all the time. Your memories are hard to catch as well.”

“You know about Neville's parents?”

“I do. Go on.”

“I'm fairly certain that if I can get them into the Loch, I'd be able to cure them.”

“'Fairly' certain?”

“I have done similar things before. It's really an extreme form of post-traumatic stress. “Battle-weariness”, and I've dealt with that before. Nev's memories support my theory. To protect themselves, they withdrew from their bodies, and now they can't connect to them again. That's not for today though. Another thing I want is you.”

“You have me, right?” He liked the wicked grin on his Consort's face.

“As a Leharv. I can match you now, and I want to mate with you as a Leharv. If I remember correctly, a normal Leharv penis is two feet. I bet you're closer to three, and I want it. Sometimes I do become a little jealous of the other girls, because they have such amazing natural charms, and I get a bit self-conscious about that. Here's something sexy that only I can do for you. Disa has been obsessing about your other shape as well, but there's the risk of your semen being toxic or even corrosive. I would be able to handle it in the Leharv shape, as well as analyse it for dangers, and if you're safe, Disa will some day give you the tit job of a lifetime. I'd like to watch, too.”

“You are all different and unique, and all my consorts have incredible natural charms. The idea of mating as Leharv's is bloody hot, and as a Leharv, you're insanely sexy as well. Perhaps not now, though. I think I have the instincts to do it, and I have a feeling that it would take a very long time.”

“Several hours, at least. So, what should we call me? You're Hank, Gabrielle is Guinevere, Disa calls her Lynx form Miss Kitty and why Jorunn decided on a name like Maid Marian for her fox, I'll never know. So, what's my name?”

“I don't know. I'm terrible at things like this. Rainbow?”

Her eyes grew distant for a second, before she refocused on him again.

“Let's just think about it. Happy birthday, Love. The others agree that I should tell you that we approve of all your presents, so just sit back and enjoy, once we make it up to the party. As I said, I like being a decoy. Especially when it gives me some private time with the man I love.”

“You're an incredible, lovely and drop-dead gorgeous distraction. Shall we?”

Hand in hand, they went up the stairs to the Grand Hall.



It had been a long time since Harry laughed so much in one day. The girls and his chamberlain had made a staggering amount of work right under his nose, without him noticing a thing. The party was small, by the Castle's standards of course, but all his friends from Seidheim and those Brits who already knew were there. The party was basically spontaneous, but as so many people asked for a private word, Gabrielle and Dobby decided that there would be formal audiences, too. One of those audiences would be Tonks, who hadn't showed up yet, but Harry was repeatedly assured that she would. He just had to talk to her about the addiction.

Professor McGonagall had given him a book on the Animagus transformation, with a note, saying 'This is how it's SUPPOSED to be done. Happy birthday/ Minnie.'

Surt gave him a toolbelt for the smithy, fully loaded with hammers and tongs made by himself, and Leif gave him leather robes and cloaks of different varieties, from lightweight summer wear to heavy winter.
Sigyn gave him several books on Seid and Galdr, as well as some industrial-grade teasing which he happily returned. He also made sure that she wasn't addicted, but she hadn't felt anything unusual. As she put it herself, being unusually horny was not all that unusual to her, a comment that sent both Leif and Surt into hysterics.

Björn and the Einharjers gave him a number of tiny edged weapons, to be hidden here and there in his clothing. There were armguards with neat little fold-out blades, a couple of daggers for boots and even a vicious spring-loaded thing that would add a whole new dimension to the horror of a knee in the groin. Neville brought him an oddly suitable gift, a battle banner. The top flag was his own crest, with the crowned lion, but below it were more smaller flags, sporting the Longbottom crest as well as some he didn't recognise. One held a silver skull on a black field, and it looked more than a little menacing, until a memory surfaced, reminding him that it was the Bones' crest. That flag was attached by a temporary sticking charm, and Harry had an idea that he would learn about it soon. Bill and Fleur was there too, as they had on his wedding, and the sight of Bill's red hair gave him a pang of guilt over the three girls that he hadn't even thought about for weeks. They gave him an ancient book that described spells that no one could do, and they were thought to be Sorcerer's spells. Unfortunately, it was under some kind of encryption charm that almost had worn out, so the pages flickered between languages in a very annoying way. He put it aside for later, and opened one of the small packages that had been delivered by his trusty snowy owl. Hedwig was now camped on Gabrielle's shoulder and refused to move.
The first one was from Hermione. It was a framed photo of her reading a book. The enclosed note told him to tap the frame with his want, and when he did, the image changed. She looked at him with a very naughty smile, and proceeded with a very well done striptease that had him rock hard before she even flashed a nipple. He was definitely doing her later on. He didn't finish the show, but tapped it again, stopping it until he had more time. Luna had sent him a letter too, and it was almost bursting into flames by the sheer hotness. It was very frank and graphic, detailing many things that she wanted to do to, and with, him. Some of them didn't sound humanly possible, but with sweat beading on his forehead, he resolved to try them all. He smiled when he saw her presents; a bottle of lubricant and a penis-ring. It was in a large size, but still far too small. She was in for a surprise, especially since she, according to the letter had vowed to take him fully in every entrance that he would find interesting, except her ears. She had admitted to believing she had sexy ears, but they were poorly designed for penetration, which might lead the unsuspecting to believe that 'mind-blowing sex' was just a figure of speech. Lovely, reliable Luna.

Susan also brought him a letter, but as it was from her aunt ,it wasn't half as much fun even if it was good. The Ministry for Magic recognised House of Kilchurn as independent, as Sorcerers always had been. When a new owner established himself, he, or she, would only have to Claim the castle to be fully accredited Sorcerers in the eyes of the Ministry, and Pritchard himself was of course already on file as such. The house of Bones also offered allegiance, which was far more important to Harry. As Amelia bones pointed out, that would give him the right to marry Neville and Susan off without having to bother about legal age-restrictions and such nonsense. He hadn't even finished telling Susan about his positive reaction to the allegiance, before she formally, and in her sexiest voice offered him Jus Primae Noctis again. He almost agreed. Damn, he was horny today. That was the first time he realised that he hadn't had sex in almost 48 hours. The reaction after such a short dry spell was laughable, but there it was. Then, Gabrielle ushered him into a side room, where he would “hold court” with the personal talks.

“Lord Kilchurn.”

“Lady McGonagall. Thanks for coming. I had actually forgotten about my birthday. And Neville's too. I have to get him something nice.”

“I think your taunting of LeStrange was enough of a gift. Did you have to turn her pink?”

“I just followed the advice of a very wise witch. Anyone looks nice in pink.”

“Little Jenny Thomas?”

“Got it in one, Professor. Now, what can I do for you?”

She handed him a letter.

“Dead students don't usually get their OWL's, but I thought you should be an exception.”

He took the letter. These points had been important at one time, but now, they just weren't. He opened the envelope.

“Seven. Not too shabby I guess. I won't miss Potions, but I don't think the dear greasegroomer will miss me either. Defence, of course. Runes should be a good one. History, too. Charms and Transfiguration. Perhaps Law and Politics. That will be fun. Finding the problem before I try to fix it might be sacrilege, but worth an attempt, I guess.”

His Professor snorted, noted his choices and excused herself. She was quickly replaced by the wisest of babes.


“Hello Hasse. Being Lord of the Castle suits you. How are things really?”

He could see and sense her unhappiness. Something was really weighing on her mind.

“Right now, Sigyn, they're great. I'm a bit worried about Hogwart's, though, but it doesn't really matter. So, what's up?”

“Well, I really should work up to it, but as you're short on time, I'll just blurt it out. Your Father, Fafnir of the North, has passed away. As far as we've been able to tell, he died happy, and there are some things pointing to the presence of Balder. I'm sorry.”
The Seeress was almost sobbing. He stepped towards his surrogate mother and embraced her.

“Don't be. It was his greatest wish, and I asked Balder to grant it myself. I know you knew him better than I did. He was my Father briefly, and I fully intend to make good use of his gifts, and I will make him proud, I hope. He will be sorely missed. How are you holding up?”

“Better than I would have expected. I knew him for many years, and while I may not have exchanged many words with him, he was a part of my world and now he's gone. I'll live through it.”

“Good. I wish I could help you, but time is the only thing that actually works, and I don't have much of it as it is.”
She smiled in response.
“You're a good man, Hasse. That was almost wise. There's hope for you yet. Now, if you excuse me, there's some good whisky out there, and I should get drunk and embarrass my daughter. Have a good one.”

“You too. Take care.”

The next one in line was, surprisingly enough, Bill.

“Hello Harry. I'll be brief. Tonks threatened me something fierce if I go on too long. Gabrielle and Fleur talked about you, and Fleur talked to me. I know about your bargain with her, and I know that my Fleur really wants to have a child with a Sorcerer. Lord Kilchurn, I humbly request that you allow my firstborn to actually be mine. Is that possible?”

“It really should. Otherwise I would basically steal your family, wouldn't I? You will be the Head of the Family, and your son after you. It should be valid enough, right?”

“Thanks. I must say that I like the idea of raising a Sorcerer, and if my second child comes from you, I won't complain. The first, though, I'd like to have red hair.”

“Frankly, I don't understand the whole Sorcerer deal at all, but I believe even the Goddess would understand your request. It's a Deal.”

They simply shook on it, and then Bill was swiftly replaced by Tonks, who had brought a big box with her.
Birthday or not, he used his Sight on the box, and saw a person hidden in it. He also sensed that it posed no threat, but instead he picked up on a severe case of excitement.

“Wotcher, Harry. Happy birthday and all. Having fun yet?”

“Great, Tonks. Thanks for asking. How's life?”

“Oh, I drag along just fine. Now, this gift is a one time only kind of thing, at least as far as I'm giving it, so just sit back and enjoy. My pet here has a confundusphere around it's head, and it probably has a pretty good idea where it is and who you are, but it doesn't know for sure. As soon as I open the box, It'll hear us so I won't mention your name. Happy birthday.”

She opened the box and spoke into it.

“Pet? Showtime.”

He recognised her long before he could see her face. Only one person had hair like that.
She stood up, and he could see that, while she was facing him, she couldn't really see him as her eyes were unfocused. She was dressed in a black little nightie that didn't really hide anything, and a pair of black string knickers that only hid if she was completely hairless or just mostly. His pulse went way up as she bent at the waist, touching the ground in front of the box. He could sense a stabilising charm at work as she lifted her left leg straight up and towards him before the other leg followed. In a deliciously slow movement, she swung her legs over through a hand-stand to a standing position in front of the box in a breathtaking display of feline flexibility. She began to walk slowly towards him, carefully putting one foot right in front of the other, while she sang in a surprisingly low alto.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, my Master, happy birthday to you.”

She had almost reached him now, and dropped to the floor, crossing the last few feet on her hands and knees. She was talking to him.

“I hope I please you, Master. Are my breasts large enough? Do they move to the Master's satisfaction? I hope my nipples doesn't tear through the fabric again. They do that when I get excited, and I'm very excited now, because I might please the Master.”

Her hands caressed his calves and feet, and he could see that she was telling the truth. Her nipples may not have been of Disa's calibre, but they were a sight to see. Her rounded mounds sported prominent and rock-hard tips the size of a thimble, and the rosy red colour was clearly visible through the thin black gauze. As she began caressing his knees and thighs, almost making him moan, she turned to Tonks.

“Mistress Dora, could I please have assistance in liberating the Master to full freedom?”

“Naturally, Pet.” Tonks said and waved her wand. Harry found himself quite naked, and with the attractive redhead kneeling in front of him he was fully alert. Tonks drew a ragged breath at the sight of his rather enormous member, rock hard and visibly throbbing, but Ginny obviously couldn't. She just leaned forward and started to lick his thigh.

“Master, your skin tastes wonderful. If you don't mind, I'd like to lick some more.”
He didn't say anything. He just stroked her hair, and moaned a little. She was clearly encouraged by that, and searched out his balls without even touching his cock. She licked them very gently, and even managed to take one in her mouth without the slightest discomfort, apart from the growing pressure inside. She then continued upwards, on to the base of his painfully hard member. He saw her eyes widen as she realised his girth. Her hands flew up and grabbed it.

“Holy...” She whispered as she traced his incredible size with his hands. She rose a bit and started to lick the crown, as she lowered one hand between her legs. Evidently rubbing herself, she coated his cock with saliva, and started to suck it in earnest. Harry almost swooned as the little redhead bobbed over him, trying desperately to fit more and more of him in her mouth. As she withdrew to catch her breath, a trickle of precum was already seeping out of him, and when her flicking tongue found it, she devoured it with little noises of delight and pleasure. She started to suck again, and moments later, with his cock in her little mouth, she rubbed herself to an orgasm. Her loud moans and the sudden scent of her climax excited Harry almost to the point of bursting, but he held. He stroked her hair, and then he thought of something. He leaned forward, touching her throat and sending a small trickle of Willpower into it. She jerked at the unexpected sensation, before returning to her attempts at getting him down her throat. To her surprise, Harry's huge cock slid down easily and she stood on her feet. With her head bobbing, she only released him when she needed a deep breath. Her hands were busy working his shaft and he felt the irresistible wave build inside him. Apparently she sensed it too, as she looked up at him, saying:

“Master, may I please taste your semen? I want it so much.”

He couldn't hold it in anymore and exploded down her throat. She fought valiantly to keep up, but it was hopeless. When she had swallowed her fill, Tonks was there, taking the still pumping member in her mouth, swallowing all she could before she let Ginny claim the rest, and lick him clean. He still hadn't gotten over the aftershocks when the door burst open, and Björn and Disa came running in.

“Mister Fafnersson, the Longbottom Estate is under Death Eater attack. Stina and Gabrielle is already there, gathering information. All the present Einharjers, and a bunch of other people are ready to go. Lead us.”



A/N
Well that was an inexplicably difficult chapter to write. That's the reason why it's a bit choppy and poorly flowing.
It really should be remade, and I will do just that fairly soon.

As I'd like to have an alternative posting place, I'm setting up a Yahoo group called Seidheim, of course. It's empty, but I'm about to change that by dumping my chapters and notes there. I made a lot of promises that i broke regarding this chapter, so this time, i won't promise anything. The next chapter will be along when it's good and ready.

Oh, Scandinavian readers, how do you like my incantations?

Next, battle, a babe and the edge to maintain.

Enjoy

Vanir