FicWad

Disclaimer and pre-launch check: I don't own the Potterverse. JKR does. I didn't tie up half the ends I wanted to. If there's a thread I dropped that you wonder about, just review. I answer those.



Now if you're ready, Oysters dear


She was standing in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. Her large, violet eyes followed the brush as it travelled through her mane, and continued over her body. It was a good one, but she wondered if the pubic hair was a bit too much. Perhaps she should go for bare, instead of a tuft shaped like a lightning bolt? Ah, shaving off the remains wouldn't be that hard. It had been nice to know that her visit had been remembered, and that the Lord thought that she would be victorious. The offer of another ride on Hank had been nice. The dragon-cousin had been friendly, and she wished that he would belong to her, instead of Kilchurn. She had never cared for horses, but the huge winged beast had been different. She wouldn't mind polishing those sparkling scales at all.

There was a knock on the door, and before she could respond, it swung open to reveal her classmate, Pansy.

“You know, tarting yourself up won't get you closer to Draco. You need to put out for that, you little prissy.”

Her voice was grating, but Tracey knew that was part of the sneer. When Pansy didn't screw her face up in that ridiculous mask of mock superiority and actually could breathe through her nose, she had a very nice voice. Not today, though, and Tracey was a bit annoyed already. She had gotten a letter from Susan, declining her services. It was a very polite and nice letter, and it hinted at a possible friendship, or at least a kind of kinship, but it shot down her opportunity to serve the Lord. Maybe it wouldn't matter, as it was said that she couldn't cum with anyone but Potter ... Harry. Her Master. She had just hoped that she would be able to orgasm if she did it to serve Lord Longbottom, too. Ah well, the point was moot, so she decided to answer the badly thought out slur instead.

“Draco? Do see reality, please. I set my sights above ground, and I wouldn't let the pointless son of a near-squib and a drunk touch me with a ten-foot pole. Haven't you seen it? Everything has changed now.”

Pansy did lose the sneer, but only to replace it with an equally unattractive imitation of a clubbed seal.

“What do you mean? The lies from the paper?”

“You've never met Lord Kilchurn, I take it? The Dark lord is a goner. He hasn't lost yet as he hasn't met the grey Lord yet, but when he does, the Dark Lord will be dead, gone and nothing but a greasy smear in the history books. Draco? Keep him, and watch him insult someone close to Kilchurn. Watch him, your hope and sweetheart, drift away as a cloud of greasy smoke. Wake up, Pansy.”

“But you've tried to get closer to Draco for years... He's rich, you know.”

That was just lame, Tracey thought. She continued to brush her hair, and practised altering the shades of her eyes as she considered how she would make her friend understand.

“Pansy, I've tried to survive. Once, as my father allied our family with the dark jerk, that meant Draco, so I made sure that he found me worth to keep alive, even if he was a vile little weasel. Now, however, the family, sans Father, has made a deal for the protection of Kilchurn. There's some real power there, and the Lord of the castle shares his power with the inhabitants of the castle. There was an almost naked woman there, sitting on her knees next to the Lord. I could sense her power clearly. She was kept on a leash, but there was nothing enslaved about her. I can't really explain it, but I felt that she had more freedom than I ever had. If she had asked the Lord, he would have given me to her immediately, and it excited me. Within the confines of that leash, her freedom was complete and I envy her. The lord has assigned me to one of his allies, but I don't know where he is or if he would accept me, but I will do my best to acquire such a leash for myself. You want to live? Go to Kilchurn, ask for such a deal, and enslave yourself to Lord Longbottom. He's a kind man, and his fiancée isn't bad at all and probably wouldn't whip you more than once or twice.”

“What did he do to you? The Imperius? I just can't believe what you're saying.”

“No, I'm just exaggerating to get through to you. You want to live? Ditch Draco and the Darkies and do whatever it takes to get on Kilchurn's good side. If that means a whipping or becoming a toy, then so be it. The war is real. We will live or die, and both of us has shown ourself allied to the side that's going to lose. We have some extreme measures to take if we want to survive.”

“But... the Dark lord is going to win. Isn't he?”

“No. He won't. There's a new player in the country now, one who'll kill and maim if he has to. When the opposition was no one but Fumbledore, who never did bloody anything, the Dark Lord had a shot. Even then, though, he didn't have that many triumphs, did he? He doesn't stand a chance now.”

Finally, her words had struck home. Pansy was white as a sheet, and trembled violently.

“I'm dead. The Dark Lord won't protect me if he can't protect himself. Do you believe in the Prophet's account of the battle?”

“I do. Pritchard is ruthless, and those girls I saw at the castle were very powerful. The dragon they mentioned? His name is Hank, and he likes me. He wants to fly with me again, and I'd like that, too. It's the feeling of something powerful between my legs. It's intoxicating,” she finished with a smirk.

“What can I do? I'm not pretty like you, and I'm neither powerful nor graceful. How can I get in the good books with the winning side?”

Success. She had won, and Susan would be pleased with her. Maybe she would help her to get her hands on the Master. She just had to land the deal.

“There are not a lot of people known to be in with Kilchurn to the level that it would help you, and I've already mentioned what I think you should do. Longbottom is your only hope. He's engaged to Susan Bones, but he or she might have use for a pet.”

“Is that what you are? A pet?”

“No, not yet, but I aspire to become one. It's a great feeling, actually.”

“Why is that? It sounds so strange to me.”

“I have a purpose, and it's a clear and simple one. I will please my Master. Everything else isn't my concern. I can ignore everything else but my task, should I choose to, but I intend to help my Master as much as I can, or even engage in some plotting that will amuse him. If you want to join the winning side, there are a few plots and things that I would like your help with.”

“I'm thinking about it. Isn't there a spell or something to enforce the enslavement?”

“I'm not sure. Does it matter?”

“My character isn't the strongest. If I'm to be a slave, and you do make it sound appealing, I want to be a good one. A spell would support me if I falter.”

“Ask Lord Kilchurn about that. Now, Pansy dear, I'm about to take a run around the estate. Join me.”

“I can't run like that. I don't have the muscles.”

“I know. Your thighs are sort of saggy, and you're quite pale. It's time to tone you up a bit. My body belongs to my Master. I have to take care of it, keep it desirable for him, so that he finds it good enough to pull into a cupboard and empty his balls in every now and then. Transfigure your clothes now and join me.”
The final line was delivered in a commanding tone. Tracey had seen her friend shiver in delight when she had talked about the cupboard. She didn't move a muscle as Pansy sighed and transfigured her fashionable clothes into something that could be considered training clothes. It wasn't pretty. Pansy needed a lot of work to be considered pretty, sexy or even at all fuckable. Her shoulders were broad, but bony, her arms were like sticks and the minuscule amount of boobs she did have was actually sagging. She would have to talk to Lady Susan about this, but right now, she pulled up her own training shorts and pulled her friend out to the track. Let's see what she was made of.


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


“Are you happy?”

The unexpected question stunned him. When she lived with him, she had been a perfect wife and mistress, and he had known that it really wasn't her at all, but his ideal woman, temporarily infusing the body of a Huldr, a Huldr who would have drained his life force if he hadn't enslaved her. To have this creature inquire about his happiness was very odd to the smith.

“I am. I miss you, or rather, who you were, but you gave me a wonderful daughter.”

“Yes, she is rather remarkable. She is bonded to the Sorcerer?”

“Yes. Her magic is quite strong, too, and as he feeds her well, her Huldr abilities seems incredible.”

“As you have learned, we belong to Freja. She has commanded us to the Sorcerer's service, as well as all our kind. He did feed us well. I don't mind serving him just for his good feeding, but something about him smells Aesir. Would you tell me about him?”

“I have to go quite far back for that. It's a long story.” He warned her.

“I don't mind. I like stories. Sören, I liked living with you. You're a good man, and I would never hurt you. I remember what I was like when I lived with you and I can be like that if you want me to. I'll even share your bed if you want, and you would be safe. Just stay clear of my tail, please. Now, please continue.”

The smith blinked. It had been a bit awkward to meet the woman he had enslaved, but apparently she hadn't minded. He decided to ponder the idea some more later.

“Lily visited Seidheim just before I met you, some seventeen years ago. She was collecting samples of various magical beings, and took some little pieces of both Leif and Stina, if you remember her. She used to live in the stream above the smithy.”

“The lake warden?”

“That's right. Now, she stayed a bit longer than necessary because she liked the place as it used to be. She had long talks with many of us, and we became good friends. Some time later, she called on us again, and this time she was pregnant with a son that would become the ultimate crossbreed, but more importantly, a Sorcerer. As things in England was looking bad at the time, she set up a whole bunch of contingency plans in case she wasn't around, and some of those included the boy finding the way to us for training. We made plans to teach him Sorcery and to fully use his other natural abilities. However, the Magical Integration fouled up most of our plans. We almost forgot about it, and then this boy fell in our laps. The girls took to him immediately, of course. This sexual power he has was apparently the first thing that activated. We discovered that our plans were completely useless, as Hasse, as we still call him, was nothing like we expected. He excels in everything he touches, and in just a few years, he'll be a better smith than me. It was actually Stina who taught him to use his Sorcery, and then we got him some Einharjer training. He charmed the Relic, too, and became Harald Fafnersson. He's a Singer these days. He's also a Leharvhamne. He thinks that's another word for animagus, which he also is, but he hasn't found his shapes yet. We're not telling him about all that, though.”

“What is he, then?”

“It's a little hard to say, actually. We know that he can turn into a black wolf and a blackbear, but there are traces of something smaller and flying, if Sigyn has read the signs right. None of these shapes are really what the Brits call Animagus, as the wolf and the bear are products of his breeding. There are parts of both Wolf- and Bearrunners in him. The small thing might be a genuine Animagus shape. Nothing is ever simple about this young man. How about you, what have you heard about him?”

“I have heard that Freja holds deep affection for him, and that all of Vanir likes him. Freja has ordered all of her Midgård creatures to help him, and to fight for him when he needs it. She's trying to reach the ones in other countries as well. She even tried to reach out to the Goblins, but they were already firmly on his side for some reason. He appears to be a hero, and if he calls me to his bed, I won't be tardy.”

Surt laughed out loud at that.

“You and the whole damned female half of any bloody species. Anyway, he's bonded to the little Veela you probably saw, Jorunn and Disa and Stina as well. He has a Metamorph oath-bound to him, and probably about a dozen interested.”

The Huldr smiled wickedly.

“Too bad then he only has one cock.”

“Your daughter seems to think the one is enough. It's apparently huge”

“Hmm. Maybe I should have another child, then.”


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


the Leaky Cauldron was very quiet this time of night, and Tom had withdrawn to one of the small rooms in the back with one of his best friends.

“So, firewhisky and turpentine, I gather?”

“Please, and keep them coming. I've had a rough couple of days.”

“I heard. It's not often you have deities at the tellers.”

“I can't believe she actually queued. The males in the lobby, excepting my kind, was drooling puddles. Actual puddles. Not Weasley, though. Dating a Veela must have made him immune.”

“He's a Weasley. When it comes to sex, they're rather special. Have you heard about the battle?”

“Yes, I have. Made me feel good about it all. He's more ruthless now than he ever would have become if he had stayed here, and that article was pure gold. Wasn't that fairly precisely what you wanted?”

“If it lasts and works, yes. So, Bentpick, what did her tastiness want?”

“Tastiness? That was the most absurd title I've heard in a long time.”

“Doesn't she look tasty to you?”

“Of course she does. With mustard and turpentine. She wanted to ask about our possible alliance with her pet in the Castle. We told her that it's alive and well, and thanked her for her patronage.”

“A bit rude, perhaps?”

“Not at all, just brief. You must understand that there's just so much I can tell even you, my friend.”

“I understand. If you started talking numbers, I'd be lost anyway.”

“If I talked numbers with you at all, I'd be lost as well.”

“Do you know how Gabrielle is these days? I miss her, sometimes. Best maid I've ever had here.”

“She's Mrs. Potter now. He's bonded to three more girls, but he's only married one of them, and that's your girl. The Longbottom boy runs their finances now. We're not sure if Harry even knows it, but we have checked all of Longbottom's transactions, and they're all good so far. He's as good at growing money as he is growing plants. Mister Potter now has a minor financial empire, and some of the more unseemly firms, from his point of view at least, is losing profit margins all the time. The financial fiction named the Kilchurn Krew, is putting some pressure on the market.”

The aged barkeep grinned at his goblin friend.

“You know, people give me galleons, sickles and knuts for stuff I give them. I give these money things to you, and you tell me I can continue another month. There. That's my understanding of finance.”

“I know, and that's why you are the perfect confidant, like you tell me about the heartaches of your customers. If we hadn't had this friendship, Lily's boy would still be stuck with Dumbledore.”

“True. Ah, the benefits of mutual misunderstanding. You have a heart of gold, Bentpick.”

“I know. It's cold, hard and yellow, and it's worth quite a buck on the black market.”

The goblin and the half-naiad laughed and talked all night. Rumours from the bar would pass to Gringott's where Neville would pick them up and act on what needed to be acted upon. Gringott's was firmly behind Kilchurn, and the visit from their old Goddess had just made it firmer. She had been nice and polite, and she hadn't issued any commands. She had asked politely, and had accepted the response and left. The Goblin nation was happy about their alignment. Free or not, their former Goddess still meant a lot to the elders. It was time, perhaps, to find a new path.

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

Gabrielle was working out, Veela style. She was naked, of course, and she did splits and backflips.
She made handstand pushups and ran around the room. Sometimes even a bit up the wall.
She worked every joint in her body to it's maximal flexibility, and exercised her visible muscles to be hard and long, as to not appear too lumpy.
Her husband didn't really like that, even if he of course would accept it.

That was the hard part about having a kind and generous Master.

She didn't get any clear orders, as he liked pretty much everything she did.
It left her with a bit too much opportunity to develop her own personality, and Gabrielle didn't really like that.
She wanted to be her Master's dreamgirl, not just close, but a dream made flesh.
She paused for a while, happy that she wasn't even breathing heavily, and tried to see just how limber she was. She relaxed her back, and contracted her abs, bending her flexible spine in an almost impossible curve. She reached out with her long, soft tongue, and managed to reach her clitoris and even beyond. Her prehensile tongue found the rubber coated string. Air was becoming an issue, as her lungs were completely collapsed, but she managed to get her tongue inside the loop of string, and pull. She relaxed her vaginal muscles all she could, but she still had to pull quite hard before the rubber coated lead staff fell out, bumping her forehead. The wheezing sound that she made as her lungs filled up again wasn't very attractive, and she made a mental note to work on it. She was startled at the sound of applause behind her. She spun around and found her sister leaning against the doorframe.

“Very good. How heavy is that? I can hold almost half a pound in, but then, I don't bounce around like you do.”

“It's three-quarters of a pound. Harry stretches me out so far that I had to step up to keep in shape.”

“That's really heavy. I'm impressed. If he's so large, why don't you just mold after him, then?”

“Because I'm pregnant, and he likes it tight. Anal sex will be uncomfortable soon, and I want to make sure that my little cunny is tight enough for him.”

“It might make the delivery harder, though.”

“With the regular stretching I get? I don't think so.”

“How does it feel to be bonded? Is it what you dreamed of?”

“It's even better. He loves me, and I can feel it, like I can feel my arms. He loves my bond-sisters too, and I can feel that love as well. We all get our private time with him, and I get a bit more than the others, being married and all. We love each other as well, and the kind of feedback looping we get when he takes one of us unexpectedly is incredible. When I feel him bending one of the Huldr's tails up and taking her roughly against a wall, I come like crazy, and the others feel me, and the one he's fucking. That sets the other's off, and when Stina cums, the intensity is just unbelievable.”

“I love Bill, don't get me wrong here, but it would be nice to be a part of that sometime. It sounds lovely. That's not why I came here, though. I plan to ask your husband for a child. Will that be a problem for you?”

“Of course not! Every woman should get to try my husband at least once. That way, they will all envy me as I get to have him almost whenever I want. Unless I've been bad, of course. I have a bit of a dry spell now, unfortunately.”

“Then why didn't you use the exercise to get off? You can cast the vibrare charm on the weight, I've seen you do that before.”

“Yes, Fleur. I know, but my husband is gently punishing me, and as that is his right, I won't circumvent it. I took a great risk without asking him about it. He seems to think my pregnancy is some kind of illness. As soon as I get to him next time, I'll fuck him bloody senseless, just to rid him of that silly idea. Back to your baby, though. He won't give you the first one, so I wouldn't even ask if I were you.”

“Why not? You said he had to give a child to any suitable mother who asks. Why would I be unsuitable?”

“Because he would then steal the Weasley line. You intend to marry Bill, correct?”

“I do. I'm even considering Bonding him.”

“Then, your first-born should be by Bill. Bill will be the head of his family one day, and if your firstborn is by another man, Bill couldn't recognise it if he wants to keep the Weasley line intact. The law about family progression still assumes Virgin brides, you know. After that, though, I think your next 27 kids could be by my husband. You should really talk to Bill about it before you make any decisions in this area.”

“You really should,”said Bill from behind Fleur, embracing his girlfriend. “Hi Gabrielle. Looking good, but could you please put something on? I'm completely devoted to this lovely creature in my arms, but a naked Veela is still a sore temptation.”

Gabrielle laughed and went to put the weight away, and to put on a robe.

“Bill, are you angry with me?”

“No, love. I assumed you would want a Sorcerer child, and like your very wise little sister said, I want the first child you have to be mine. I understand that Sorcerers means something special to Veela, and I certainly know that you are Veela, and I wouldn't rob you of your chance to have that Sorcerer's child. Just not the first one, please.”

“Bill, you wonderful man. I do want your child, and your child will be the first in my womb, but I would very much want a child by my sisters husband.”

Bill made a face.
“You just had to put it like that, didn't you? You are one wicked witch.”

“You know I am, Bill. If I wasn't, do you think I would tie you up and have my wicked way with you?”

“You know,” a scantily, but still dressed, Gabrielle interrupted, ”There are some interesting dungeons around this place, but I have a better idea of a game for you.”

The petite Veela pulled Bill's ear down to her and whispered something that made him grin wickedly and nod. He straightened up and headed for the bathroom, when Gabrielle stopped him again.

“Bill, by the way, your sister was here yesterday. She might become pregnant before Fleur, I think. How much of a problem will that pose?”

“Nothing from me, but I advise you to talk to Charlie before doing anything permanent. He's the most protective of us all, and he might just send a flight of angry dragons here if he believes she's been hurt. If you fly to him at the camp on that dragon thing I saw, he'll listen.”

Bill disappeared into the bathroom, where Stina was climbing out of the toilet. He stifled his guffaw as the beautiful girl walked up to him and slid her hand down his pants. The sensation of the forced morphing was odd, but not unpleasant. She grew taller, to whisper in his ear.

“Now, you're the size of Harry, and I enhanced your prostate as well. You will produce a very serious load. Now, take this necklace and press it against her when you come. It will trigger a flash like the ones Harry uses on us. I want it back, though. She'll get one of her own when you get married, if the two of you pledge yourselves to the House of Kilchurn. Now, go and seduce your girl. The morph lasts for about three hours.”

He smiled at the Lake Warden and kissed her cheek, before pocketing the drop shaped necklace and leaving the bathroom. She stayed for a while, smiling and touching her cheek. These little signs of friendship and affection were still new to her, and she thanked her lucky star for the day Harald Fafnersson came into her life. A flush later, she was gone.

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


“He's like, I don't know, big. I mean really huge. Like an arm with a fist on top. Not really, though. I must have it. He's big as well. All over, I mean. He's so wide over the shoulders, I can't believe he can walk through a door without having to go sideways. And he dressed in leather, and he had long hair in a kind of braid, and his eyes were like green flame torches and he didn't have glasses on and I just wanted to jump him and spear myself on that ...on that.. on that incredible, unbelievable COCK!”

The little redhead was sitting on the floor of her friend's room outside Basingstoke. Her face was flushed and her eyes shone as she tried to convey her experience to Hermione, who, frustratingly enough, didn't believe her.

“Relax Ginny. Honestly, I have seen him in pretty much every state of dress except naked, and there's just no way he could have hidden such a thing without my noticing it.”

Ginny bounced up and started pacing.

“It was real, Hermione. It was all him. No engorgement charm or anything. I would have known.”

Ginny was waving her arms around, excitedly trying to make the older girl understand.

“I'm not saying that you made it up, I'm just saying that you must be mistaken.”

That did it. Hermione needed to cool off, and Ginny knew just how to do that.

“So, you wouldn't want such a monster pressing against the fabric of your knickers, your wet knickers, that are almost coming apart at the seams?”

“Ginny, stop it. It's not working.”

“If he would just pull the little slip of soaked cotton aside, you could feel his heat directly against your opening. Would you be wet enough, you think? Would he be able to slide his crown against your bits in a smooth motion?”

“Ginny, stop it right now.”

“I've seen how far down your entrance is. If he just bent his knees a bit, he could push straight into you. Would you like that? Cold you keep a straight face? Would the others know?”

“Ginny, don't... what others?”

“The other people on the train, of course. He would just walk up behind you and pull your robes up, sliding his length along your little wet quim. He's so big and hot. It's almost burning you. It would barely fit, of course, there might be some delicious pain involved as he slowly pushes inside you, and there's too many people around for you to let it show. You just have to keep a straight face as he's slowly pushing that big, big cock all the way inside you, then slowly pulling it out. Then, he begins pushing again.”

“Ginny ...”

“He's breathing in your ear as you're talking to Professor McGonagall. Suddenly, you can feel him twitch inside you, and you can feel his hot semen rush into you, and you can feel the pressure of his cock against your uterus as he floods your insides. Can you feel it? He's twitching inside you right now, and you are getting nearer but you're talking to the Professor and just can't let it show...”

Ginny smiled as the orgasm tore through her friend. She was really easy sometimes, and her imagination was even better that Ginny's own. Talking her into an orgasm usually took less than two minutes, and Ginny loved that feeling of power. Harry, now. He was something else. He had barely been affected by her feeding him his fantasies, and that could only be because he had his fantasies readily available. So, how could she get to him, if he had all his dreams? He didn't need a submissive. He had that, apparently. Dominance just didn't work, and through Tonks, he could have any woman he wanted. Suddenly it struck her. The images she had gotten from him hadn't been of the sort of generic female doing the things he wanted. The images had been of her. She was what he wanted, and that was what she would offer him. Perhaps she would enhance her school-girl image a bit for good measure. She wouldn't train herself to take bigger things, either. Pure unadulterated Ginny was what he wanted, and that was what she'd be.

Hermione was trying to collect herself after the orgasm. Ginny was far too good at that, and used it to shut her up all the time. She could use some shutting up every now and then, even she knew that, but the worst part about Ginny's attacks was what she had learnt about herself. She was kinky. Downright filthy at times. Her sex drive was abnormal, and the idea to have Ginny going down on her on Professor Snape's desk turned her on incredibly. The idea of quietly masturbating at the Gryffindor table during dinner was another great thing, but the fantasy of having Harry take her roughly under the quidditch stands right after a game, when people were getting down and the team was looking for it's seeker was one that had rocked her world. The letter had said that Harry would be on the train. She had almost vowed that she would have his semen in her mouth before the trainride was over, and hopefully her Harryride as well. Of course, if he really was as big as Ginny had said, there may just be a bit of a problem with that. Ah, well. There were magical solutions to everything. She had heard of a magical lubricant that should make her able to do her kegels with a Quaffle, so there was all kinds of hope. She would have him. In public, too.

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



Luna was practising. She held a pencil with her vaginal muscles, and drew various attempts at Snorkacks on a paper. That she didn't know what the animal looked like helped, as known animals didn't work at all.

When she tried to draw the one-eyed trouser snake, she had dropped the pen multiple times, and dripped all over the paper.

She had learned how to work her nipples consciously, and could contract them to rock hard pebbles or fingerlong points with a bit of concentration.
She had also learnt to open and close her cervix at will, and her gagging reflex was almost gone.

She could also stand up and put one leg behind her neck without using her hands or losing her balance. She didn't know why that would be useful, but she was sure she'd think of something. She didn't know what to do about her figure, though.
Harry was an orphan, but he had probably been breast-fed anyway. However, research showed that athletic men preferred softer bodies, and emotionally challenged men, like Harry had to be, preferred big breasts.
Her own slim, athletic body wouldn't do unaided. She had scoured her books for reliable breast expansion charms, but came up dry. Not even the nasty muggle way would work, because it would require her father's signature, and that would be inappropriate.

He didn't need to know her ambition of being a living sex goddess, and he might even try to find a flaw in her perfect plan. That wouldn't do.

On the other hand, she could probably forge his signature, have the procedure and use ordinary magic to heal afterwards.
That would be a new thing for Harry, and he would surely appreciate the discomfort she had gone through for his pleasure. She would call for the surgeon in Basingstoke. She had memorized the phone-book at Hermione's on a slow day anyway.

After properly hexing a phone booth in Ottery S:t Catchpole, she called the BMI Healthcare, Hampshire clinic, in Basingstoke. After a quick conversation, she got an initial appointment for the next day, which gave her a bit of time to study. She never would have guessed how many confounding charms she would need to know to become a sex goddess. On the other hand, if it was easy, anyone would do it.


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


Lord Voldemort was seething. That pretender at the Kilchurn Castle had cost him half of his force. Some had run away, and he hadn't even captured half of them.
Some were out injured or maimed, like that thrice-damned Lucius, and now his annoying, half-marinated bitch was yapping about her sister.
Like he didn't know.
That might be the worst part. He had lost Bella.
That annoyed him greatly. How was he supposed to relax without her?
Putting the Crucio on the others wasn't the same at all, and the lovely sound of her insane cackling was missing in his ears. It had started to go wrong when she had addressed the Kilchurn wanker in the alley.

No one could have resisted her charms.

Hadn't he almost succumbed himself? No, the thing at Kilchurn couldn't be human. Everything was his fault, anyway.
Even Nagini was cold to him these days. She had said that there was a great serpent lord in the land, like he didn't know that.
It was him.
For some reason, all his parseltoys from Slytherin wouldn't respond to him anymore, and it had to be the Kilchurn wanker's fault.
He would kill him. The world would fear him again.

First, though, he would do away with the Potter brat's friends.
The boy was dead, of course. He had heard the rumours, but as his legilimency hadn't picked him up, and Severus insisted that the boy was unable to learn occlumency now, there was just no possibility that the boy was alive.
Anyway, that mudblood would be a good target. She was rumoured to be fairly intelligent, for the species, anyway. Better give the mission to Wormtail, then. He may not be very smart, but his low cunning had it's good points.
The mudblood bitch should be raped and murdered in a very bloody way, so he'd better send Draco along. He had told many stories about how women screamed as he entered them, and would certainly do the rape well. Experience was the key. Now, he needed to recruit, but how...?

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


Saga was thinking peculiar thoughts. She was a Feral Huldr. They wandered, tended the woods and had a human every now and then. Right now, though, she was feeling almost domesticated. The Sorcerer had fed her to bursting of life, and according to her Daughter, he could easily sate her other hunger as well. The battle had been exhilarating, and the acceptance of not only her, but of her nature could be addictive. Her Goddess had spoken to her, telling her to submit to the Sorcerer who had driven the Goddess to exhaustion. Now, that meant staying in the castle, and she really didn't mind that at all.

She stopped thinking for a while to have a long and loud orgasm. Her gigantic one-time husband had his amazing cock, that she really missed sometimes, deep in her pussy while his current wife was pumping her fist in the Huldr's flexible ass.

Yes, she wouldn't mind staying here, and get to know the sorcerer and his people better. As the Sorcerer could keep her fed, she wouldn't be dangerous, and the pretty Vala was someone she wanted to know.
She was tossed down on the bed, and suddenly had her mouth filled with her former husbands ejaculating cock, and she swallowed greedily. As the drained cock withdrew to be replaced by the Vala's fragrant pussy which she immediately cared for with her long, coarse tongue, she had something of a revelation. She didn't mind this treatment one bit! Perhaps there were some good sides to being domesticated, she thought as another orgasm tore through her body, and took her consciousness away.

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

He was sitting at one of the tables in the back of “The Cat and the Cradle”, a tiny Wizarding pub that also catered some of the muggles in Huntly. The local Muggles had long since learnt that close to the Clashindarroch forest, many odd things happened, and one shouldn't care overmuch. The miniscule man went more or less unnoticed, as did the robed guest he had been waiting for.

“Good evening Filius.”
The small man rose to pull a chair out for his guest.

“To you too, Minerva. It was good of you to agree to meet me here.”

She smiled at him, but it was a brittle smile. He had, in fact, come close to blackmailing her. She refused to acknowledge that, however.

“Your message was truly intriguing. Which secrets of mine were you talking about? Surely not my recipe for Gingerbread?”

He was intelligent enough to hear what she wasn't saying, and he did look embarrassed for a second before he bit down and pushed on.

“Hardly. I heard that you arrived with the Kilchurn forces after the battle at Longbottom Manor, and I am curious as to the nature of your affiliation with Kilchurn.”

That, she did not expect. The big question was of course why it bothered him, so she had to ask something else.

“How on earth did you know about that? I'm not denying my presence, but I apparated away in less than a minute.”

He knew the game, so he chose to answer the asked question, instead of the one she chose not to ask.

“One of the Auror's was my nephew, and he recognised his old Head of House. So, how do you know the Lord Kilchurn?”

She understood that this was not an idle question. He wouldn't reinforce it like this if the answer didn't mean a lot to him. She still wasn't ready to give him the full answer before talking to Harry about it. Filius was trustworthy, and had been a very good friend ever since school. She had been two years ahead of him and they had talked a lot even though they hadn't really moved in the same circles, but she remembered the brilliant little man fondly. Briefly, she wondered why she had never gone out with him. She had gone out with a lot of boys, but not with him, and still, he was the only one she kept in touch with after school, even before they became teachers. She covered her slight confusion by offering a hypothesis.

“Possibly his young charge had talked well of me, so he invited me to visit?”

The diminutive genius snorted. He recognised the covering for what it was, which was nothing. She could see traces of agitation in him, which was rather rare. What could provoke such emotions in the usually controlled man?

“Or the Minnie McGee I remember from school isn't so far gone as I feared. Now, what was that amusing nickname they gave you?”

If looks could kill, Filius Flitwick would at least have developed a serious cold. Minerva was not amused, and she was even more mortified that her friend had heard the rumours.

“The name I believe you are referring to was 'Roundheels', and I thank you for remembering what happened to 'Dodgy' Doge the one time he used it to my face.”
Her energetic response should tell him that his suspicions were indeed unfounded. To her relief, he grinned broadly at her.

“I do indeed, which is why I didn't. This Pritchard fellow is rumoured to be a fairly handsome chap, so naturally I was curious. I'm sorry for bringing that up.”

He apparently was. She figured that it didn't mean much if he knew. It wasn't like he was one in her long row of suitors, after all.

“Oh, never mind. Just think what it would have been if my Animagus shape had been known in school. Now, for your information, Pritchard is indeed handsome, but he also has a beautiful teenaged wife and three mistresses living in the castle, as well as a bevy of others coming and going. He wouldn't waste his time on an old crone like me.”

Relief was coming off the little man like steam rising from a cauldron of pepper-up potion. He straightened his back and met her eyes as he answered.

“His loss, then. I always see you like you looked in your seventh year. There is no beauty in school now who can rival you, Minnie.”

His honesty was unmistakable, and the normally stern Professor found herself blushing like a schoolgirl. What was he trying to do? Suddenly it struck her.

“Filius, are you coming on to me? Why? Why now?”

“Because there's hope. Because the stigma of being part-human is fading as we speak, thanks to one article in the Prophet. Because the Dark Lord is going down. Because I've been attracted to you more or less constantly for half a century, and enough is enough.”

“But ... why didn't yo say anything?”

“In school? You were the Pureblood princess, the one everybody were after, and I was just Gnome-boy. You're of course still out of my league, but I had to tell you at least.”

“I do believe this is a conversation for another setting. My place, perhaps? I'm not saying anything definite, of course, but my other form makes me very curious, and yes, you may say it.”

She smiled indulgently. He knew what he wanted to say. It was a bad off-colour joke that she had heard many times, and discouraged mightily.

“Thank you. God bless that pussy! You have no idea how long I wanted to say that.”

The half-goblin was grinning from ear to ear. She couldn't keep her controlled exterior up any more, so she smiled at him. It was a warm, friendly and even slightly naughty smile, that was a lot closer to Minnie McGee than Professor McGonagall. As they left the pub, she thought about the prospects of the immediate future, and managed to sum them up, as well as respond to her colleagues comment with one word.

“Indeed.”


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

Dobby was having a lot of fun. Sanctuary was working great, and he had had to ask the Garden Lord for help.
Together they had started the Whitest Witches Laundry service, which now catered every magical inn in the realm, as well as a few muggle hotels.
A couple of elves from Sanctuary would pop over and bring the dirty linen to the great laundry room of the castle, where the recuperating elves would wash and iron them before they were popped back.
The elves had something to do, and according to the Garden Lord, the Sanctuary actually turned a neat profit.

They were just days from opening the Blazing Broom cleaning service, but the notice-me-not-charms were tricky, if they wanted people to notice that the place was clean.
The elven Hospital was working out just fine, and with the laundry service as therapy, elves were recuperating much faster.

The real kicker was when their old Goddess, from before the House elves were house elves but a kind of domestic gnome, Hustomte, back in the lands of the Midnight Sun, had visited them.

She had been very pleased with them, and with their choice to follow Harald Fafnersson.
They were happy, too, as they had anticipated an order from their Goddess before the order even had been considered.
They were good House-Elves. They had been asked to pop around the countryside with strange creatures. They had made almost a thousand pops with Lindorm's alone, and then there were other strange beasts as well.

Dobby wasn't stupid at all, and he certainly recognised a minefield when he saw one. Suddenly, this was not a good place to be for Dark Wizards. Dobby grinned. He was a good House Elf to the bestest magical house in the world.


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


“Arrest him, then.”

“On what charge?”

“Invent something. Obstruction of Justice. The attack should have been yours to handle.”

“The alliance is registered and verified. It won't work.”

“The murder of all those people?”

“The attacking, uniformed force? I wouldn't go there, Sir.”

“The assault on Dolores?”

“It was nothing compared to the trouble he could legally make, regarding her attitude at the scene. If you make a single move to protect her, you could end up with a feud between Kilchurn on one side, and Umbridge and Fudge on the other. That's without the allies. Do you want the risk of that, Minister?”

“Of course not. There has to be something I can do. He's a power outside my control, and I don't like that one bit.”

“Minister, you could send someone to investigate his problems with the laws, and maybe rectify some of them?”

“Bend over for those animals? I'd rather attack the castle.”

“Minister, you would have to do that yourself. No Aurors will do it for you, and is more likely to help Kilchurn anyway. If you give the order to move against Kilchurn, most of your Aurors will quit.”

“This is treason!”

“No, Minister. We are sworn to protect the ministry, not the minister. If we move against Kilchurn, he will see it as an attack by the ministry, and the ministry will be gone. He took out the Death Eaters at his liege's home with an expeditionary force, and his main body never even moved. Gang warily here, minister. Legally, there's nothing you can do, military, there's nothing you can do and personally, I would advise you to keep your distance. Things will blow over.”







Author's notes: As I said above, there are still a lot of threads hanging. Ask me if one bothers you. I also realised that I had done something that annoys me in other fics: Harry outclasses Voldemort. Seing as Voldie isn't more than a speed bump now, either I have to empower Voldemort, or I have to find a different enemy. Guess who?

Enjoy and please review.

Vanir